Spacer X Stories: Part 41

SIX TIMES A DAY
Part 41: Running with the Devil

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CHAPTER 1 (Thursday, Nov. 21)

Alan had time in his last two classes to think about what to say and what attitude to take when he was to meet Heather after school. I'm in a very weak position. Right now I need things from her. First off, I've got to get this 20 page paper that one of her nerdy adoring fans is writing for her, the poor schmuck. To think that just a few months ago I was almost pathetic enough to do the same thing as that guy. Almost, but not quite.

Anyways, if I don't get that before tomorrow morning, I'm going to plain fail out of one of my classes. Well, a C at best. That'll throw off my chances to get into college, big time. It's horrible that I'm having someone else do my schoolwork for me, so it serves me right to be in this spot. The old Alan would never have done this. I'm slowly losing my mind to my libido, it seems.

But that's not all. Thanks to my previous failures, I also have to rely on Heather to keep the football players away. Today I got nasty looks from all kinds of people, especially the big jocks. She's the only one with the power to keep them away, due to her "special relationship" with half the team. She has me over a barrel.

On the other hand, I have her over an even bigger barrel. She seems to want me to be her boyfriend, as crazy as that sounds. And apparently she's quite intent on it, in her typical "Heather must have it or kill everyone trying" kind of way. The logical thing would be to walk in there and say that we both need things from each other, be reasonable, and work out a truce. But I'm not going to do that. I simply cannot give an inch to Heather or she'll end up walking all over me. I have the advantage of that fact that she's a little bit awed by me. No, my only choice is to walk in there and bluff my way through it with a strong showing that allows for no weakness or compromises.

He strode to the theater room with purpose and determination as soon as his last class, tennis, let out. But right as he got to the door, he found Janice there. She apparently knew he was going to be there and intercepted him. He was annoyed, but tried to appear friendly. "Hi Janice. What's up?" She rested right on the door so he couldn't get past her.

"Oh, not much." There clearly was something going on because Janice was nervous and fidgety.

Alan felt impatient. He took the opportunity this pause in his rush gave him to reach into his pocket and dial in a new setting to Glory's vaginal vibrator. He'd continued to do that very occasionally during his fifth and sixth periods, but more frequently and with higher settings in the break in between.

Then he said to Janice, "I can tell you want to talk to me about something important. Something's obviously bothering you."

Janice kept her eyes downcast and shyly nodded her head.

"Okay, but can it wait a few minutes? I'm supposed to meet Heather here. I'll just be a couple minutes and then I can come out and have more time to talk. How does that sound?"

Janice readily agreed.

Alan knocked on the theater room door after Janice pulled back a short distance where she couldn't be seen from inside. Heather opened the door let him in. The door closed on its own and locked itself behind him.

Heather and Alan eyed each other warily. She was fully dressed in the same clothes she'd worn to school. She seemed alternately uncertain and fidgety, and then defiant.

What she didn't show or say is that just a few minutes earlier, she'd snuck off and lubed up her asshole in hopes that Alan would soon be fucking her there.

Alan stared at her with all the angry intensity he could muster. Then he said, "I don't even know if I want to talk to you. ... But I'll talk on one condition. You give me the key to this room."

Heather protested, "But that's the only key! I tried to make a copy, but none of the key shops would break the law to do it. I have to have that key!" They both knew that the key was much more than a simple key. It was the only access into the theater room, the perfect place for sexual shenanigans in school. Heather's control over it gave her a lot of power over the other cheerleaders.

"You should have thought about that before you started spreading lies. Either you give me the key, right now, or I'm walking. And don't say you don't have it on you because you couldn't have gotten in here without it."

Heather again tried to size him up. He looked livid and aggressive. He'd been working on his look and mentally practicing it, and he'd gotten himself emotionally worked up to make sure he could be convincing. They stared at each other, until Heather flinched. She turned aside and said dismissively, "I'll give you the key, but only if you agree to the foll-"

"SHUT UP, BITCH! Did you hear me? Give me the key. NOW. Or I'm leaving. You don't make ANY conditions!"

Heather had never seen Alan like this. She didn't know he could be like this. Even he barely knew he could be like this. She meekly fished into her pockets and handed him the key without another word.

But this didn't seem to please him, as he stayed just as angry as before. "I lied. That's not the only thing you have to do. Get naked, and then I'm going to tie up your hands and blindfold your eyes. Then maybe we can get somewhere." He recalled his own blindfolding experience with Glory many days earlier. He could never forget just how helpless being blind could make one feel. Xania's complaints about helplessness from earlier in the morning also helped inspire the notion of binding her hands as well.

Heather was actually quite eager to obey these commands, because she hoped it meant that Alan was about to fuck her, and she knew that would always be a very good thing. But then she raised a practical point. "With what? Did you bring a rope? A blindfold?"

"No. We'll use your panties to lash your wrists together behind your back, and if that isn't strong enough we'll use your bra, too."

Heather's hands automatically reached up and defensively clutched at her sports bra, tightly enough to inadvertently pop out a hardening nipple. "Now wait a minute, you can't do that. You don't expect me to just let you..." Her voice trailed off as she saw the resolute determination harden in his eyes.

She looked down and saw what her hands were doing. They were massaging her tits. She looked back up at him with a "busted" expression. She realized she wanted sex with him too much to put up any serious resistance to his demands. Worse yet, she realized he knew it too.

Alan barked, "Get to it. NOW! And no talking. Period!"

Alan felt a bit like a Marine sergeant, but the approach worked. Heather quickly stripped. Her panties stretched to make an excellent binding for her wrists. Then he pulled out Glory's panties from his pocket, which he'd taken from her at the end of lunch. They were still wet with her pussy juices. juices, and he couldn't resist taking a good, long, melodramatic sniff from the pleasing scent that lingered in them.

Heather took one look at the damp panties in his hand and protested, "Oh no! You're not putting THAT over my eyes!"

But he merely said in a no-nonsense tone of voice, "Here's your blindfold," and wrapped them around her head. They pulled exceptionally tight and went completely around with enough fabric left over to tie together at the back of her head. He purposely put the wettest part of Glory's panties right over Heather's mouth.

She muffled out, "Gross! What is this disgusting shit?"

"It's called humiliation," he responded coldly.

"At least tell me who they belong to."

He grinned as he thought how she would explode if she only knew they were Glory's. "I also said no talking, so you're going to have to pay for that. As punishment, I'm going to go now and leave you to stew for a while. Think about your shitty attitude. I want you positioned with your ass high up in the air and your butt hole ready for whatever I feel like doing to it. Remember that I have the key now. If I walk back into this room and see you in the exact same position, with your hands still tied, your eyes still blindfolded, and your ass proudly thrust up high, then maybe, just maybe, I'll fuck you up the ass. If not, then I certainly won't. Ever. So it's all up to you. Good-bye."

Alan made a quick exit from the theater without looking back. He left behind a completely bewildered, amazed, bound, and blindfolded naked head cheerleader.

She didn't expect that kind of treatment from him and still couldn't figure out what to say or how to act. What the FUCK?! Who does he think he is?

He closed the door and leaned up against the outside of it, huffing and puffing more from mental exertion than anything else. I did it! Phase one has worked!

"Alan?"

He looked around and realized Janice was still there, still wanting to talk. So he collected his wits and tried to focus on Janice. She turned out to be very eager to talk, and once she got started she practically poured her soul out to him. She wanted to talk to him about Joy. She hoped that with his great sexual experience he could give her some advice.

It turned out that thanks to the orgy Alan attended with Janice, Joy, Heather, and Simone two days before, Janice and Joy had broken a barrier and were engaging in lesbian sex with each other. But, ironically given her name, Joy felt no joy. Janice could only make Joy do anything with her by saying that Heather had ordered them to practice, but for Joy it had all the pleasure of a dental visit. When she'd said she wasn't a lesbian or bisexual, she was absolutely right.

Joy did get a little bit of satisfaction when lapping at Janice's pussy, simply from knowing that she'd managed to make her best friend cum and made her happy. But it was nearly impossible for Janice to get Joy to cum, and if she did, the victory was a very hollow one, for both of them. Janice wanted Alan to tell her what to do, how to make her best friend turn into her genuine lesbian lover as well.

Alan was stumped. He had at least a glimmering of how much Janice was in love with Joy, and he really wanted to help, but he didn't know what to say. He thought, I'm really the wrong person to ask. I kind of figured all women were naturally bisexual if given the right opportunity. But what better, more loving opportunity does Joy have than with Janice? And yet, still nothing. That little "insight" pretty much wipes out all my "expertise." Shit.

He tried to explain to Janice that sometimes when you desire someone they don't desire you back, and that's all there is to it. There's nothing you can do about it, and the more you try to force it, the more painful it gets. He pointed out that physical love was just one kind of love, and that the love Janice and Joy shared was obviously a strong one and possibly a lifelong one. He suggested she revel in that, and try to avoid physical contact with Joy for a while as further such encounters might only make things worse in reminding Janice what might have been. He promised to get Heather to back off from forcing them together, if that was a problem.

Janice cried quite a lot on his shoulder. He felt a bit of a cad, since his advice was so wildly at odds with his own life. He pretty much demanded physical love from every beautiful female he wanted it from, and he dangerously played with their emotions in the process. He'd even put Janice and Joy together without thinking during the orgy with Simone. It was like he was juggling many women's hearts in the air, and it was only a matter of time until they came crashing down. Yet he was proud of his advice. He liked to think that it came from the "good" Alan, and that it would do Janice some good.

Unfortunately, thinking of the "good" Alan reminded him of the "bad" Alan and the situation with Heather waiting on the other side of the door. He asked Janice what time it was and when she told him he realized he'd kept Heather waiting for over twenty minutes. That was much longer than he'd planned, but the conversation with Janice had taken on a life of its own. He gently kissed away Janice's tears while he gave her a warm farewell hug. He gave her an open invitation to come and talk to him about anything at any time. He figured the discussion had brought them much closer together.

CHAPTER 2

The fact that Janice had wanted to talk to him had given him the idea of making Heather wait, and in that it worked perfectly. He opened the door, and to his genuine surprise, he saw Heather still propped up in the position he'd commanded her to assume, with her head resting on a couch but her ass thrust up high. He realized that the bindings keeping here there were purely symbolic. She could have torn through her panties and stood up in seconds if she'd so desired.

But the problem with the Janice discussion was that his earlier anger was almost completely gone, and instead he felt very contemplative, pondering the meaning of love. He didn't want to feel that way. He wanted to intimidate Heather some more. But he just didn't have it in him at the moment.

He walked over to her, and said in a calm and level voice, "Very good. I'm proud of you."

Noticing her pussy was dripping, he stuck two fingers in it. As he tickled her G-spot, he said, "You're wet. That's good."

Indeed, she was very wet. While he'd been gone, she'd spent most of her time fantasizing about what he would do to her when she got back. Ironically, given her current situation, she fantasized that when Alan came back into the room, her "Blondie" minions appeared from behind curtains, apprehended him, and then proceeded to bind, blindfold, and gag him. Then they set Heather free. Now the shoe was on the other foot, and she mercilessly verbally abused him while she essentially used him as a human dildo in her ass.

It gave Heather great satisfaction to daydream along these lines, but what she wanted consciously was in fact completely different from what she really wanted deep down.

Alan fingerbanged Heather's pussy a little longer, and then pulled his fingers out. "You'll get your fuck now, assuming we work everything else out. Sorry to keep you waiting so long, but something came up. I ran into someone in the hallway, and well... Sorry. Feel free to talk and move about now."

He thought, This is exactly how I shouldn't act with Heather. I have to keep her off balance. Forget apologies! He resolved to take a different tone.

Heather immediately sat up on the couch and pulled her arms apart, ripping the panties binding her hands completely in two. Then she ripped the underwear off of her face and spat, wiping Glory's drying pussy juices off her face.

She grumbled, "Took you long enough," but was otherwise sullen and silent, and even her grumble was surprisingly quiet and subdued.

Alan was shocked by and unprepared for her reaction. He'd figured she would bitch up a storm about how long he'd made her wait. Her relatively contrite mood only made him more sorry about what he did to her earlier. What was I thinking? That thing with the soiled panties was just plain cruel. And I can't even imagine how much madder she'd be if she knew they were Glory's. I hate the bad Alan! Am I going to be the kind of guy who hits women? Where is this going to stop? I feel like he was in total control, but now the good Alan is back in control. Hmm. ... Well, maybe there's a silver lining. Maybe I can take advantage of this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde aspect of my personality, if I can play this right.

He stood before Heather and said, "Heather, what I did may have seemed cruel, but I did it to make a point. I have a good side and a bad side. I let my bad side rage earlier because I was so mad at you. But then I purposely went to cool off so I could come back and show you my normal good side. I hardly ever act like I did before. In fact, I don't think I've ever gone that far. But you're the one who drove me to it. You totally piss me off. What do you want from me? Do you want me to be that way with you? Is that what you're trying to do?"

"No!" For the first time she felt like she could talk freely. "I like it when you're abusive during sex, but that's good abusive. What you did to me just now was bad abusive. The waiting was horrible. My legs fucking ache. I can't believe you made me do that!"

"So why did you wait? Why did you give me the key? Why didn't you just spit in my face?"

She was contemplative. "Hmm. I thought about that a lot while I waited. Believe you me, I was close to bolting, but I didn't. I don't know why. I guess you have a certain hold over me. Of course I wanted you to fuck me in the ass, and I still do, but there's a lot more to it than that. I want to be friends with you, but I keep fucking things up. Alan, I..."

She was going to say, "love you" but then pulled back at the last moment. She didn't want to tell anyone that, no matter what. It would be a sign of weakness. She finished rather lamely, "... like you. A lot. Even though you're a nerd and everything, but maybe that's part of it. You're .... different. I know that I have an antagonistic relationship with most people, but I have good friends too. Look at Simone, for instance. We have our ups and downs, but we're solid friends."

Alan's eyes narrowed. "How often do you stab her in the back with malicious lies?"

Heather had no answer to that and could only hang her head in shame and guilt. Shame for the truth of what he said, and guilt for having been caught doing it. She actually felt guilty, now, about what she'd done, and didn't like the feeling. However, she wouldn't have felt bad had she not been caught.

"Heather, what you did was completely beyond the pale. I don't care if you tangle with me. I've gotten myself involved with you, and it's up to me to deal with what comes from that. But why Glory? And why Amy? What have they ever done to you? They hardly even know you. And yet you spread these vicious lies about them all over school. That's not exactly what I call endearing."

Heather was surprisingly silent and abashed. She didn't want to have to say the obvious, she just wanted the unpleasantness to be over with as soon as possible.

Alan answered for her. "I know why you picked them. Because I'm physically involved with Amy and you think I'm doing something with Glory, and you want to break those bonds. Well, forget it. I love Amy and there isn't anything going on with Glory in the first place. I think you want to be my girlfriend, and so you see them as competition. That's how you do things: eliminate the competition on your way to the top. But you can't do that to get someone to genuinely like you or even love you. If you somehow manage it, it will ring hollow because you know it's a sham."

Heather wouldn't have minded a sham terribly much if it got her Alan as a boyfriend who gave her continual, fantastic, soul-searing sex anytime she wanted it, but she was smart enough not to say that.

Instead, she stood up to better look him in the eye, and stated honestly and calmly, "I know the smart thing would be to be nice, but I don't know how to be nice. Plus, let's face it, my best might not be good enough. I've given this a lot of thought. Let's get the 500-pound gorilla out in the open. There's your relationship with your sister. I can't compete with that. She's beautiful, kind, and to top it all off, a great fuck. I know this last point first hand. And she's your sister and you're thick as thieves."

Alan immediately reacted to her accusation of incest. "What are you talking about?!"

Heather waved his objection off, knowing that she didn't have hard evidence to back up her words. "Whatever. But even forgetting her, Amy's pretty much the same, and you've known her forever, too. Ditto with Glory. She's got all kinds of good qualities, and everyone knows you've had a crush on her for years. That's some tough competition! Meanwhile, I know I have my less than good points. Exceptional beauty can't win it for me every single time. So I thought cheating would be my only chance to win."

Alan was surprised how calm and reasonable he and Heather were acting. He'd originally come into the room expecting a knock out, drag down fight, but the wait with Janice had somehow caused that to blow over. His anger was coming back a bit when he reminded himself what she'd done with her rumor-mongering, but the air wasn't thick with hostility like before.

He said, also calmly, "Heather, I'm glad you're being honest. I'll be honest, too. You're right. The odds of you being my girlfriend are extremely small, especially if you expect some kind of exclusive relationship. The fact is, you're wrong with your guess, but you're right that Amy is just the tip of the iceberg. I have serious physical relationships with about a dozen women. Most of them are intense and loving. You've got the intense, I'll give you that, but where's the loving? Ever since I really learned how to fuck, women are coming to me like bees to honey. For instance, there was this AMAZING woman I didn't even know a couple months ago who recently declared herself to be my complete and utter sex slave."

Heather muttered, "God, and to think that just a few weeks ago, I thought you were just some loser nerd."

Alan purposely ignored that and concluded, "You think I'm going to turn all that down just for you? No chance in hell."

She had no reply to that. She was also acutely aware that she was buck naked and he was fully clothed. Despite the serious conversation, she was staring at the bulge in his pants more than at his face.

He continued, "However, I think you know that. You know how much I sleep around, but you sleep around nearly as much as I do, if not more, so you're the last one who should complain or make demands as to who else I'm involved with. So, if you accept that I have all that, and you want to publicly be my girlfriend here in school, I might consider that. Maybe. But not unless you did quite A LOT to make it happen."

She didn't take that seriously. "You'd never break up with Amy for me." Inwardly she still devilishly thought, Unless I do something to ruin Amy for you.

He replied, "You're right. Amy's too amazing, and I love her deeply, which is something you haven't got going for you. But I'd be willing to be boyfriends to both her AND you, but only if you can prove yourself worthy. There are zillions of high school boys who have gone out with more than one girl at a time. Big deal." He was being sincere, technically, but figured the odds of Heather actually proving herself worthy enough to share official girlfriend status with Amy was one-in-a-million.

Heather asked, "And I assume, if I was your girlfriend, you'd still be fucking all those other women?"

"Of course."

"Do you realize how humiliating that would be for me? To only be a co-girlfriend, and then to have everyone know that you're fucking Simone and so many more? I'm the queen of the school! Nothing's worth the grief I'd get for that."

"Your choice," he said coolly, with feigned disinterest.

However, she looked at the situation with rose-colored glasses and could see the sharing boyfriends plan as possible. That gave her hope to cooperate with him and work something out. Yet she knew it wouldn't be easy. "What would I have to do?"

"Heather, how can I even begin to count the ways? You need a serious attitude adjustment. You truly are a bitch, with a capital 'B.' That's not just something I just say at the height of sex. I well and truly mean it. There's a picture of you in the dictionary next to that word. I'm not going to be your boyfriend until you change, big time. Sure, we might fuck from time to time, and if that's all you want, then keep doing what you're doing. But otherwise..."

"What?" Heather asked, trying to hide her desperation. She really wanted to know what he wanted from her. It wasn't just the incredible sex; she was sure there was something more here. Insofar as Heather was capable of love, she loved Alan. She wanted him. She wanted to possess him and be with him all the time. It was vanity, pride, greed, lust, and much more making her this way, while somewhere inside her the chemicals marking love were spilling out of her hormones and had her targeting her desire at Alan. She wanted him more than anything she'd ever wanted before in her life. The fact that he was making it so difficult for her only fanned the flames of her desire for him even brighter.

He examined her critically before answering. It made Heather feel strangely insecure to be inspected so dispassionately and clinically while she stood there buck naked. "I would have to remake you. Completely break you down and then start again when it comes to your bitchiness. You need to learn humility. You need to learn kindness. Those are the two main things. I believe people can change and I feel a strong desire to change you. You do attract me in a certain way, and not just sexually. Your personality is ... intriguing. I've never met anyone even remotely like you. There's a lot about you that's pure Heather and shouldn't change, like your determination and willpower. But you can have those qualities and some frigging modesty too, for Christ's sake! Going on about how you're the most beautiful girl in school - it's ridiculous!"

There was a part of Heather that wanted to be a nice, normal person. She knew that she wouldn't ever actually become like that, but she knew it would be better if she could bend more in that direction. And if Alan wanted her to be that way, she was willing to try. She straightened her shoulders and said, "You're right. I'm a bitch. I'm spoiled. I know it. I want you to change me. I really do. Especially if you'll make me your girlfriend as a reward for success. I CAN change. If I want something, I fight hard to get it."

Alan scratched his chin and struck a thoughtful pose. "Hmm. That is true. You know, I hadn't considered the conversation going like this. I thought I'd have to storm this room like soldiers storming the beaches of Normandy. But here we are, having a nice, normal conversation like two normal people. I hardly know how to behave myself. I'll have to think about this, and think about how to change you. Is it even possible?"

Some ideas crossed his mind. For instance, his plan to use his friend Sean as a substitute for himself seemed to have a place in this. And keeping Glory stuffed with dildos all day seemed to be working. He imagined doing the same with Heather except somehow making it even more difficult and intense for her. The possibilities were seductively intriguing. "If I take this on, you have to be willing to obey absolutely everything and anything I say. You'll also have to be completely honest and straightforward with me, too. I'm not going to put up with your little manipulative games and brinkmanship. Do you think you can do all that? And do you think you can control your jealousy towards the likes of Amy and Glory?"

Heather honestly considered that. The idea that Alan had nearly a dozen women in his life was disturbing to her (he'd inflated the numbers a bit to awe her and make her think that trying to get rid of all the competition would be futile, but it wasn't that big of an exaggeration). Her jealousy flared up, and she couldn't imagine keeping it under control for long. Glory in particular annoyed her. For some reason she didn't mind Amy that much, even though she knew she probably was bigger competition in the long run, but with Glory it felt personal. Her hatred of Glory was moving beyond Alan and taking on a life of its own.

She thought, I can take anything Alan can dish out, but I can't deal with this jealousy thing. Straightforward? Forget it. I can be more straightforward than usual, but fuck me if I'll tell him everything. But I'll try doing what he wants for a while and keep that other stuff hidden. Maybe this really is my best shot for a serious relationship with him.

"Okay. I'll do it," she replied.

"Good. Good. Maybe there's hope for you yet. Meanwhile, we have some unfinished business to attend to." He ostentatiously unzipped his zipper and let his turgid erection flop out. "I want to talk to you about the essay you're arranging for me, and how to deal with the football players. And then there's the little matter of some anal sex that somebody promised." He winked.

CHAPTER 3

Heather found herself licking her lips. "Um, you want to talk?" She was staring at his exposed erection. "We can't just talk with that delicious sugar stick waving around like that."

Alan grinned and stepped right up to her.

Her hands shot forward and she began happily stroking his shaft. She sighed with contentment. "Now, what else do you want to discuss?"

They quickly and amicably made short work of the essay and football player issues. She sincerely promised to do her best with both. The issue of the theater room key also didn't come back up, which meant the key was now Alan's to keep.

He was doing an impressive job of acting like the school's gorgeous blonde head cheerleader wasn't standing naked before him and stroking his dick. He talked in a normal voice and hardly ever looked down at her pumping fingers. But there was no doubt that he was feeling the joy.

Everything went so amicably and successfully that Alan hardly knew what to do with himself (aside from let her continue to jack him off, of course). He knew that she was fairly incorrigible and that she'd be up to no good soon enough, but it was nice to enjoy the peace and harmony while it lasted. The only problem was, he wasn't sure if he could get in the right mood for anal sex now. He certainly was horny enough, but he doubted he could get up into the kind of "Bad Alan" mood that they both enjoyed so much.

He thought, It's the intensity of my dislike for her that makes the sex so hot. I pretty much attack her physically and verbally because there's real emotion there. But what will I do if I actually get to like her? Think about some world political problems that piss me off while we fuck? Something like that would never work.

Well, I seriously doubt that'll be a problem. Heather is fundamentally devilish so she isn't going to magically sprout wings and instantly turn into a sweet and loving little angel. A little bit of personality change here and there, maybe, is the best I can hope for in the long term. I'm in no danger of ever having to make good on my boyfriend promise.

He looked down at her hands busily sliding back and forth over his slicked up erection. Dammit, it doesn't help that she's trying really hard to do a good job with her handjob. How can I possibly get mad at her right now with her magic fingers sliding in my pre-cum?

As if to emphasize that point, Heather came down from where she'd been sitting and sat up on her heels. She looked up at him lovingly as she continued to slosh her fingers all over his pole, already soaked with pre-cum. She even blew her minty breath onto his cockhead in a delightfully spine-tingling way. He let her pull down his pants so she could have total access to his balls and dick.

He luxuriated in her stroking for a little bit, and then thought, I just have to think of the right things. There's plenty of material to get me in the right mood. All I have to do is recall the memories and channel the feeling. For instance, I just need to fully recall her rumors against Glory and Amy and I'll be off and running. Not to mention what she'd do against my sister if she got a chance. I'll bet she was already planning something against her. She was probably going to use her incest suspicions as blackmail material. Hell, she probably still will.

And if she found out about Mom? Fuck. I can't even think of her messing with Mom. Fucking with Amy and Glory, that's bad. Way bad. But if you fuck with my sister, you've crossed a serious line. And trying to hurt my mom? Forget it, Heather! You are so fucked! I am sooooo pissed off now! If you ever so much as even THINK about my mother, why... God! It makes my blood boil!

Alan smiled a naughty smile. "Bad" Alan has just entered the building! Heather's ass had better watch out, because she's gonna get it! However, his anger was a different type than before. It was less all out hatred, and more a simmering resentment for Heather's evil and bitchy side. He was filled with a resolve to change her.

Just then, Heather leaned forward and started nibbling lightly at the tip of his dick while also grasping his balls.

Alan was delighted, but he pretended to be annoyed. He brought a hand down to her chin and pulled it up, forcing her mouth to fall away from his cockhead. "Just what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm starting to suck you off, what does it look like?"

"And since when did I give you permission to do that?"

Heather thought, What the fuck? Permission? Since when do I need his permission? He should be getting down on his knees and kissing my feet if I deign to do this to him. It's not like I ever suck on anybody! I hate giving blowjobs. Hell, I don't even know why I'm doing it now! Alan, you can fuck off! Screw this!

But her body betrayed her true feelings. Far from bitching at him, she continued to alternately stare at his dick hungrily, then look up at his face beseechingly. His erection was mere inches from the tip of her nose and every breath she took caused wondrous sensations on the sensitive tip. She started to blow on it more heavily, hoping to break his willpower so he'd give in and let her suck his turgid rod.

But to her disappointment, all he said was, "You may suck on my balls, for now."

An angry look flashed across her face. Suck on your balls?! What is this shit?! Suck on this, you prick! Like I'm gonna suck on your balls. I'm Heather fuckin' Morgan, the queen of the school! Head cheerleader. Soon to be the Homecoming Queen! I can do whatever the fuck I want to do. ... And, it just so happens... Right now I feel this strong desire to suck on your balls. Not 'cos you ordered me to... I do what I want! But they just look so tasty. Then, once I'm done and you splooge all over my face, I'm going to have to straighten out your attitude. I'M the one in charge here!

She leaned forward and took one of his balls in her mouth while tugging on the other one with a hand. Mmmm. Yum. I don't know why the fuck I'm doing this, it's not like I've ever done this for any guy before, but actually it's kind of fun. And if I do a good job, maybe he'll let me suck on his cock. That's the motherload! I meant, er, maybe I'll choose to do that. Heather Morgan takes orders from no man! I'm just following some good suggestions he's making, that's all. It just so happens that he knows what he's talking about.

Alan was really enjoying what she was doing to his scrotum. But unfortunately, just as he was going to give her permission to suck his cock, he realized that he had to take a piss. He hated piss hard-ons. He said, "Sorry, gotta go take a leak," and disengaged.

That left Heather alone for a little while, and gave her time to think. All the stroking had turned her on, but at the same time she was unusually subdued and contemplative. She knew that she'd done wrong to spread those rumors, and so she'd given in. She just didn't have the spirit to fight when she felt so wrong. But the defeat was hard on her. It was a blow to her self-confidence.

She stood up and walked to the back of the theater room's stage, where she knew a full-length mirror was. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself uncertainly. What am I? Who am I? Am I strong? Beautiful? Of course I'm beautiful. Just look at this body! I'm incredible. Alan should be grateful I even let him touch me.

But why do I want him so badly?

Half the reason I was so agreeable just now is because I want him to get on with fucking my ass already. I can barely keep my hands off his cock, or even my mouth! But he so rarely wants me. Look at this body! What can I do to make it more alluring? The fact is, HE'S the one with the problem if he doesn't want me more than anyone else.

Her self-confidence began to surge as she admired herself and vainly stroked her arms and legs. Glory, Amy, Katherine, and even Christine can't hold a candle to me. I can kick their asses in every possible way. Beauty? Ha! I'd win a beauty contest hands down. Popularity? I'm the queen bee in this school. Strength? I can crush any of them, both mentally and physically. Alan just has a foolish sentimentality for them because he's known them longer. I must have been joking when I was agreeing with him just now. I can't wait around until he comes to his senses. I've got to show him what losers those three really are!

Coming back from the toilet, Alan went to the lights and dimmed them down a bit. He felt dark, so he thought it would improve the mood to have the room dark as well. He walked up to Heather and tenderly put his hands on her shoulders, then gave her a little hug from behind. She continued to stare in the mirror, and he stared with her. He was just as naked as she was now, and found his hard penis resting up against her butt cheeks.

That gave him an idea. His hand made a quick adjustment, and before she knew what was happening, he'd slipped his dick into her ready asshole. But that's all he did. He simply left it in there without further movement, and went back to gently hugging her as if nothing had happened. He'd been hoping that all the sex juices still dripping on his dick from her earlier handjob would provide enough lubrication, but he was pleased to discover that her ass was lubed up already. That told him a lot about how much she wanted this to happen.

Heather let a loud gasp escape from between her luscious lips. Her mind was all a jumble as her self-absorption and bitchiness suddenly came crashing down around her as surely as if the mirror had been completely shattered. She breathed in small gasps as she tried to adjust to the fact that her ass felt so remarkably full. Even though she'd seen his movement, and wanted him to do something like what he'd done, she still wasn't really mentally ready to experience the waves of intimately exquisite pleasure that having him sink his penis into her asshole gave her.

He tenderly and patiently waited for her to adjust, riding out her clutching spasms as her asshole randomly throbbed and pulsed around him. He idly cupped her full breasts from behind, sending little shivers through her as he lightly teased her nipples. He gently asked, "How do you feel?"

She thought about this quite seriously, even as a part of her mind was thoroughly enjoying every little twitching movement of the anal invader deep inside her. "I feel... Good. ... Complete. ... Different. I don't... I can't..."

"What?" He stared intently into her confused face via the reflection in the mirror.

"I don't know who that is in the mirror! It's not me! Or, it is me, but not the same person who was there before. Only moments ago I was a complete and utter bitch. I can see it now. I can't believe I'm telling you this, but just now I was adoring my beauty like a prima donna and thinking up new schemes against your other lovers. But that's wrong! ... The tension... It's gone. The contempt, the superiority - gone! How can I look down on others when I have a... a... massive, thick cock filling my ass so wonderfully?"

Her internal muscles rippled appreciatively, massaging his length inside her, "I feel completely at peace. So at ease. Look at me! Is it just me, or does my whole body look different?" She honestly couldn't believe the change that had come over her, and she looked at herself in the mirror with a sense of wonder.

Alan had a good slow look at her from her toes all the way to the top of her blonde head. "You're right. Your body language is completely different now. Ironically, when you have a real stick up your butt, you no longer have a metaphorical stick up your butt." He embraced her tenderly and left a trail of kisses along her neck and cheek, kisses that made her heart race. He whispered in her ear, "I like you better this way."

She answered with surprise, "I do too! I feel humbled. You know what? I'm actually quite insecure, deep down. I can't believe I'm telling you that, but I can't hide anything from you while you possess me like this. I need you, Alan. I need you to straighten me out." She leaned back against Alan's tall and muscular frame and closed her eyes with a happy sigh. "I'm only a bitch when my ass isn't full."

Suddenly, Heather's eyes widened and her jaw dropped in great surprise as she realized just how true that last statement was. But then her mouth and eyes opened even wider, because Alan chose that moment to pull his penis back and then push into her all the way, going in even deeper than he had been before. She'd thought that he'd been in her up to the hilt already, but she was wrong.

As he pushed a couple more inches into her, she really felt as if he was splitting her in two. This created a feeling so incredible that it felt as if her insides were melting. In fact, she seemed to melt all over, but luckily he was in a position to hold her up.

Her whole body started vibrating as an uncontrollably intense and deep anal orgasm rose up from the depths of her body and shattered its way through her very being for the first time in her life, sending shivers up and down her spine and everywhere else. Her eyes unfocused and rolled back in her head as she came and came and came, while remaining helplessly impaled on hard cock.

The only muscles still active in her body were the ones in her ass. Her asshole throbbed and clutched powerfully, almost painfully, at the root of his penis, while her strong internal muscles rippled up and down the length he had inside her, alternately crushing and massaging him. It seemed that her anal clenching had a mind of its own and wouldn't stop for anything.

He was gripped so tightly that he couldn't even stroke his penis in and out of her as he'd planned to do. He'd never felt anything like it. It felt as if her ass was trying to suck his entire body all the way up inside her butt. He briefly wondered if he might pass out from the intense pleasure.

Heather was so overwhelmed by her anal climaxes that Alan gave up his plans to stroke for the moment and just held onto her tightly with his penis still deep inside her ass.

Strange sensations rocketed and surged through her body, igniting pleasures and feelings previously unknown and unimagined. As the tremors of her orgasmic earthquake tailed off and she rode out the aftershocks, she remained completely limp in his arms, But even as the rumblings and reverberations of her response died away, she found herself becoming more and more sensitive and attuned to the intense sensations arising from her thoroughly impaled rear end, almost to the exclusion of everything else.

He lowered his head until his lips were beside her ear. He could smell the fragrant perfume of her hair and the dampness of her brow. He could even smell the sexual sweat that had broken out on her skin the instant he had completely impaled her. He brushed her blonde bangs aside with his chin and gently kissed the edges of her ear.

She gasped in shock at his tenderness. She tensed up in surprise, and her ass especially clenched even tighter around his fully imbedded erection, but then she relaxed utterly. She felt completely safe and at peace. Her asshole throbbed with happiness in time to her heartbeat.

He whispered directly into her ear, "So that's your secret. You're only a bitch when your ass ISN'T full."

She sighed. She felt defeated. What's happening to me? I've been completely conquered. Conquered by his anger, by his kindness, and conquered by that giant, hard, meaty presence throbbing so insistently inside me. Where it belongs! This shouldn't be happening, but I can't fight what he does to me! She thought back to the way he'd stuffed her mouth with the panties from some other girl and then made her wait for twenty minutes. It was so worth it! God, I love it!

Suddenly she complained in her normal bitchy voice, "What the fuck did you just do to me? What was that?! You were just standing there with your cock up my butt and then all of a sudden the walls are melting! What kind of trick was that?" Her voice quickly mellowed into breathless awe. "You rocked my world!"

He replied sincerely, "That was no trick. That was just you. I didn't plan that." He lightly nibbled her ear, making her gasp.

Her anus desperately clutched at him again. She realized a new and powerful need to feel his cum filling her ass, even as she longed to keep his dick inside her for hours. She felt that if he could plant his seed in her, it would bond them closer together.

"Obviously you have a very sensitive ass." He flexed his deeply imbedded penis, pushing Heather towards hyperventilation as she felt the beginnings of another anal orgasm starting to build within her. "One with very special needs!"

She growled demandingly, "Well, you might not have planned it, but do it again!"

He reached upwards, his fingers caressing her jaw and throat. He turned her face up so he could kiss her trembling lips.

That sent more shivers up and down her spine. She moaned and purred like a happy kitten. She cooed, "Oh Alan!" in a completely different voice, an utterly defenseless and honest voice.

She thought back to the fantasies she'd been having while waiting for Alan earlier. It was fun to imagine her binding him up, spanking him, and making him kiss her feet. But now those fantasies seemed unsatisfying and hollow somehow; this reality was much better. Still, she was a long way from admitting to herself what she really wanted. She tried to convince herself that she'd be having an even better time if their roles were reversed, but her heart wasn't really in it.

He said between kisses, "I like this Heather, the one who said 'Oh Alan!' to me. I don't like the one who was demanding I 'do it again' to her. That's the selfish, empty-assed Heather still talking. The bitchy Heather. I don't want her. I don't like her." He hugged her lovingly and flexed inside her once again, making her groan with unrestrained pleasure. "I want you. Not her. I like you. I don't like her at all."

Heather felt herself starting to cry. "I don't either! Alan, don't leave me! I feel so vulnerable, but I love it! No one has ever made me feel like this before! You know exactly what to do!"

He thought, Pure luck strikes again, but she doesn't need to know that. I knew her weakness was her ass, but it looks like I literally struck a nerve. I'll just have to carry on like I know what I'm doing.

"Heather, it's like I said before. You have to be completely willing to do what I say." He thought about what he'd been doing to Glory all day, and how well keeping her stuffed with vibrators seemed to be working. He continued, "It looks like you really need your ass constantly stuffed. Am I right? How would you like to have something big up HERE all day long?"

He flexed his penis again to drive his point home. Then, reminded of his penis, he began the long, slow in and out strokes he so very much wanted to do.

She gasped, and then gasped again in mid-gasp as the double whammy of his words and his thrusting registered. She was so flummoxed and amazed by the idea that she didn't know how to respond. "You mean? ... My ass? Filled? ... How?"

He gave her several more long strokes while he kept her waiting for an answer.

She grunted with lusty desire each time he bottomed out, but otherwise she held her breath to hear what he'd have to say.

"We're going to tame you with vibrators." He pushed in deep again and held there. "Big ones." He leaned in close and wrapped himself around her tighter than before. "VERY big ones." He whispered with simultaneous tenderness and aggressiveness, "Your ass will have to stay filled until your inner bitch learns her place." Shifting his hold on her, he French kissed her deeply as he wrapped his arms just underneath her boobs and thrust upwards with his hips.

Heather could barely believe what was happening to her as she felt her feet rise up until they completely left the ground. As she remained suspended in mid-air, the weight of her body pulled her asshole down around his penis while he squeezed her tightly to him and his tongue groped at her tonsils. She couldn't breathe from the squeezing and the excitement, but she didn't care much about that. She could feel another climax coming on.

But he couldn't hold her off the ground for too long, and when she settled back down their lips parted and they both gasped for air.

CHAPTER 4

Alan reached down and grasped Heather's limp hands where they hung at her sides, drawing them up with his own as he enfolded her shoulders in his arms. He gently pinched and played with Heather's rock hard nipples between his dangling fingers while Heather just shuddered in response. He stated as fact, "You're going to be filled up all day long. Your asshole, of course. Maybe your cunt too, if I feel like it. Maybe if you're really bad I'll even have to run a strap around your head and keep a big plastic cock firmly planted in your mouth all day long as well. I wonder what your friends and teachers would think of that?"

"You wouldn't!" She loved his tough talk and felt as if she was a kind of soft goo, to be molded and shaped by his strong hands.

"Maybe not. Maybe not at first. Of course, we'll have to concentrate on your ass." He recalled the way Glory strutted around during lunch, flaunting her ass when she expertly mimicked Heather's walking style. He said, "You really love to flaunt your ass when you walk, don't you?"

She answered breathlessly, "Yes!" She felt like it was impossible to lie to him when he had her so thoroughly filled.

"Especially lately, you've really got quite a saucy walk. Well, now your ass is mine. Now you're going to dress just like I want you to dress. You're my Barbie Doll, and I'm taking total control over what you wear and what you don't. What do you think of that?"

She just gasped at his audacity and wiggled her ass around his stiffness more than before.

"No more skirts or dresses for you. No. You're only going to wear extremely thin and tight shorts and pants. Clothes that you have to paint on. Clothes that are so tight you'll need help to get them on and off."

She was eating this up eagerly, and merely asked for clarification, "Blue jeans?" She owned some very tight blue jeans.

Alan stirred his penis around inside her while considering her request. "No. Too thick. Everyone needs to be able to see your panty lines as clear as day. Except you won't have any panty lines, because you won't be wearing panties. Not normal panties, anyways. From now on, you'll only wear dental floss. You're going to wear strings up your ass crack so thin that they'll make dental floss look thick in comparison. Butt floss, we'll call it. I want you to wear tight thongs that cover up just enough of your cunt so you don't get kicked out of school, but leave absolutely nothing to the imagination in the back. Your tight shorts or pants will have to cleave deeply between your butt cheeks and ride high and tight in the crotch, leaving your ass cheeks completely exposed to everyone from now on. You need clothes that say, 'I love my ass and I need to keep it well fucked!'"

She let out a throaty growl that showed how much the idea turned her on.

He had paused in his fucking for a bit to get that wordy idea out of his mouth, but now he picked up the pace again.

She moaned, "Yes! Yes! More! More! More!" She referred to both his words and his thrusting.

He went on, "Luckily, you've got a very strong ass. It's good that you're a muscular cheerleader, because you're going to need that strength. I want you to work your butt, and constantly exercise it. I know you already have a fine ass, but I want your glutes to be stronger, firmer, better toned, more muscular, and better defined. I want your ass to flaunt that you're an anal addict second to none. You know how some homeless people have signs that read 'Will Work for Food?' Well, I want your ass to say to me from across the room, 'Will Crush Cocks For Cum.'"

Heather was in heaven. "Harder! More! Hurry!"

He huffed between labored breaths and deep thrusts, "And when I say, 'for me,' that's just what I mean! I know you're an insatiable slut, but now you're MY insatiable slut! Enjoy fucking the football players this weekend, because it'll be the last time you'll have sexual freedom. I can't possibly keep a massively slutty whore like you completely satisfied. I realize that. But from now on, I'M," he gave her a particularly deep thrust with that word, "going to tell YOU," that was punctuated by another huge push, "just who you can FUCK," another thrust, "and WHEN ... and WHERE!"

She couldn't lie to him, not with the way he was treating her and making her feel so good. "I can't! I'm sorry, I can't, Alan! I have to be honest. I need too many cocks! I could never be good enough to make you happy!"

He stopped thrusting momentarily, because he had to thrash this issue out. He waited until his breath caught up to him. Then he said, "Don't worry. I'll give you cocks." He thought of Sean and hoped Sean would prove himself worthy. "Not many, true, but then it's a question of quality versus quantity. You've tried quantity and that doesn't work. See if you can get any of those football players this weekend to fuck your ass. I'll bet you none of them will. They're all squeamish about it, thinking it's gay."

He thought to himself, In fact, they're just like I used to be. What a painful reminder of how immature I was. He pulled back a bit and pounded into her once, hard, just to hear her grunt as he knocked the wind out of her lungs. He held himself deep as she gasped for air, while her asshole clenched spasmodically around him.

Leaning in closer to her, he spoke directly into her ear. "No, I take that back. Knowing you, you'll talk or force someone into it. But see how good it is. Anyone spineless enough to get pushed around by you is not going to give you the kind of assfucking that you really crave. Only I know what you need; me and the guys I'll train and choose for you. And of course women. We're gonna have to teach some of them how to keep your favorite hole happy with a strap-on. Now, you can either stick with my plan and have your ass constantly humming with happiness, or you can sleep around far and wide and have a lot of clumsy oaf athletes unload into your pussy and pull out before you get a chance to cum."

He teasingly flicked the outside of her ear with his tongue, making her shiver and whimper with desire. He whispered to her while sexily blowing into her ear, "It's your choice."

She was struck by how much sense that all made. What he said seemed like a no-brainer. Her asshole obviously loved the idea and seemed to throb and squeeze even more than before.

He drew back before continuing, pulling out until he had only an inch or so still inside her.

She felt the emptiness within her and wanted him to fill her up again so badly that she focused her attention even more on what he was saying. At the same time she wriggled her hips to express her increasingly great need. "But here's the key point. If you go sleeping around with just anybody, you're a sexual disease just waiting to happen. I hope to God that you don't have something already and that I won't catch it if you do. But if you're clean, you'll have to reduce yourself to just a select few or I'm not going to sleep with you ever again. Period. And they'll have to keep their partners in a closed circle for the whole thing to stay clean. The cheerleaders might be the right group, if they'll all agree to the same idea."

Heather thought about this. "What about Simone? I can't go without Simone!" Her anus clutched desperately around his penis as she practically begged, communicating her fear to him that she might be denied her best friend and lover.

"Same deal. I know she's another complete slut, but if she limits her partners to an approved group and you trust her with that, then maybe. Maybe she needs some training too. But first I have to train you. I haven't finished explaining what's going to happen to you."

He resumed his slow, rhythmic thrusting, as he wanted her properly breathless and mewling for his explanation. "First, remember my butt floss idea. Oh yeah. And high heels. You're going to be the only girl in this school to walk around in really high heels. I've got a particular thing for them, but they'll be essential to hoisting your ass up high and keeping it there for the proper 'knock me down and fuck me' look. I want you, and everyone around you, to be fully aware of your ass at all times. I want classes to come to a complete and sudden stunned halt whenever you get up and swish your slutty ass around."

"God!" she panted. She could feel the mother of all orgasms coming on.

"Remember the butt floss idea. Your butt cheeks are going to be trapped inside your sprayed on short shorts, rolling around inside your painfully stretched, tighter than tight clothes, fighting each other to escape! Your butt floss thong will be pulled up into your crotch so tight that it'll rub your ass crack and pussy lips maddeningly whenever you walk around. I want you to be completely unable to walk any long distance without cumming in your shorts from all the incessant rubbing. Running should be completely out of the question. If you were foolish enough to try and run somewhere, you'd have to fall on the ground, rip open your paper-thin shorts, pull aside your butt floss, and shout to anyone and everyone, 'My ass is on fire! Someone come here and douse it with your cum to put out the flames!"

"Alan! Stop! No more! My ass IS on fire! I need it now! The way you're teasing me with your words and your painfully slow fucking is too much! You're destroying me! Fill me with your cum! Your magnificent cum! Hurry! Please!"

He had gotten so carried away with his description that his thrusts had nearly completely stopped. He resumed his in and out pistoning, but he continued with his description. "But that's not all. Don't forget the anal vibrator. Only we're not going to call it a vibrator. We're gonna call it a Bitch Trainer, complete with capital letters."

"YES! Bitch Trainers!" She growled in triumph. "Train this bitch right now!" She felt an itchy hot heat of need take root and bloom outwards from within her asshole, even as Alan continued to fuck her there. The idea of training carried with it the promise of many assfucks to come.

He had to pause again to catch his breath. But then he said with renewed vigor, "I will! But an ass like yours needs constant control and supervision! I'm going to have to look into which Bitch Trainers are best for you, but I'm envisioning one that'll make a small bulge so your butt will be that much more eye-catching. If you're lax in your self-discipline and let your backside backslide on keeping it in, everyone will look at you and whisper to each other, 'Hey, what's that big round thing falling out of Heather's ass crack?"

He gave her ass a hard spank to enforce the idea of "discipline" in her.

"WAAOOOWWWEEEEIIIAAEE!" Heather let out an ear-piercing scream like that of a cat being dropped onto hot coals. Shivers of excitement ran up and down her shine and her body trembled all over. Her anus and insides spastically clenched and throbbed around his penis in ecstatic response as well.

She couldn't understand why a mere swat set her off so much. After all, she thought, I'm the real dominant one here and I'm just letting Alan play around with a temporary role reversal, right? But she was too far gone to give it much thought.

Alan was surprised at the intensity of her reaction and made a mental note to keep spanking her in the future. He also noticed that the physical sensation upon impact was quite different from when he'd spanked Susan while fucking her ass. There was a louder sound, like the crack of a whip, and less give. He figured that Heather's stronger, harder buttocks and her firmer, tighter grip on his penis explained the difference, even though his mother had an extremely fit ass as well.

Reaching up, he grabbed hold of her ponytail and pulled her head back, forcing her to arch her back and offer her ass to him at a better angle. He hotly whispered into her ear, "You'll be parading around school with pants so tight and thin that you might as well be naked, and your butt will be so full of plastic cock that it'll seem like I'm clinging to you like a monkey on your back all day, constantly riding your ass and fucking you wherever you go! Everyone who sees you will drool! Their hands will fly to their crotches, both boys AND girls! Even though your body will now be off limits to all but a select few that I choose, no one will be able to resist reaching out and groping your perfect butt as you shamelessly parade it around."

He kneaded her ass cheeks so she could feel as well as hear what he was saying while his dick continued to pump her. "Your ass will be handed off from one groper to the next. Dozens of people - teachers and students, boys and girls - will feel you up before you can make it from one end of the hall to the other. You'll just have to hope that when you're constantly fondled, not too many fingers will find their way between your butt cheeks and probe their way on up into your asshole, because then they'll find out just how full you already are!"

She was panting hard, but managed to say, "Oh God, that sounds so hot! When can we start? Tomorrow! Oh no! I wish I, I could start tomorrow... OH! But I, I've got to... Have to wear my regu- my cheer- my cheerleader uniform all day... For, for, for the GAME! UGH!" She pushed back against his hips and ground her ass down onto the root of his penis in frustration. "I already HATE the idea of wearing skirts!"

He resolved to quit talking so much and really fuck her in earnest. He was having so much fun with the talk that he was forgetting the even greater fun of fucking. He said, "Get down on all fours like the doggy bitch you are."

"Yes!" She quickly moved into the humiliating position. She clamped her anus down hard on his stiff rod to make sure he couldn't pull out while they shifted.

He was once again amazed at the raw strength of her ass muscles. His PC muscle squeezing was getting frantic as he fought against the rising urge to cum.

He knelt behind her and waited until she was relaxed enough for him to start fucking her again. But once she was ready, he decided to wait a little longer for a strategic break.

"Hurry up already!" she panted, moving her hips in circles like her ass was a butter churn.

That wasn't helping him get his second wind at all. To stall for more time, he said, "So, you admit that I have total say over what you wear or don't wear?"

"Yes!"

"If I told you to show up in school tomorrow wearing nothing but my cum, would you do it?"

"Yes!"

"You agree that your body belongs to me and you'll only fuck who I let you fuck?"

"YES!"

Alan had gotten his wind back so he could breathe easier, but he still hadn't had a proper strategic break for his penis yet. Still, the conversation, plus her continued hip churning was more than he could take and he was unable to hold still any longer. He really started pounding into her. But he couldn't help but continue talking too, as new thoughts kept coming to him.

He thought back to her comment about already hating to wear skirts, and said, "Don't worry, you'll still love skirts. Maybe I'll let you wear miniskirts sometimes, too. Imagine sitting in the cafeteria at the Blondies table, wearing nothing but a miniskirt. Nothing on underneath. Then imagine me sitting next to you and flipping up what little skirt you've got and playing with your pussy for all your friends to see. Imagine the looks on their faces when I pull your shirt up around your shoulders so I can play with your tits, too. You think you'd like that?"

"YES! GOD, YES!"

"Phew. Hold on, I really need to take a break here. I'm getting too excited."

"Okay, but hurry!"

He closed his eyes and tried some deep breathing exercises. He wasn't breathing hard since Heather's hips were doing all the work, but still, he was on a razor's edge. He slowly counted up to ten several times until he felt the orgasmic crisis pass.

Opening his eyes, but still not thrusting, he continued, "On Fridays we'll have a different regimen. We can build on the painted on panties tradition that your cheerleader squad has been happily developing so that when you get felt up on Fridays everyone will be able to put their fingers straight up your drooling cunt and explore your naked butt without obstruction. I imagine that once the Friday tradition gets fully developed and everyone knows that your privates are open to the public, you won't have to wear a skirt at all. Can you just imagine that, being the only girl in school to walk around with nothing below the waist but painted on black panties? Hell, maybe we should go all the way and just paint on your cheerleader top too, so the school can officially make Fridays 'Grope Naked Heather Day.' That'll raise the team spirit!"

"AH! OH! UGGH!" She knew that his ideas were getting increasingly outlandish and some were simply impossible, but she didn't really know fantasy from the practical at this point, and she didn't really care. She felt another small climax shudder through her. She felt as if Alan didn't even have to thrust into her; just his words and the delicious feeling of anal fullness was enough to push her over the edge at any given moment. Her own hip gyrations were just the icing on the cake.

"Do you like the idea of many strange people groping your ass?"

"Yes! Love it!"

"But who are you doing it for?"

"You!"

"Who owns your ass?"

"YOU! Only you! My bitch tamer! My ass trainer! My ass master! I'm your anal slave! Show me how you own my ass right now! Please! Do it, do it, do it! Finish me off! Hard! HARDER! Hurry!"

He teased, "What do you want me to do, again?"

"You know, dammit! Ram me hard! Tame me! Tame my ass! Defeat me! I want to lose! I want your big fucking cock to conquer me completely!" Her thoughts briefly flashed back to the fantasies of dominating Alan she'd been having while waiting for him earlier, and how she'd been having those those kinds of fantasies about him in general lately. Even in her current delirious state, the irony was not lost of her.

He really liked that answer. He decided to finally give her the anal filling she so desperately needed, so he completely shut up and focused entirely on slam fucking her. But for him to simply unload into her ass wasn't enough. He wanted to show her his control over his penis and the sheer stamina he could conjure. He reached forward and grabbed her boobs to stimulate and enjoy, but more importantly to serve as steady handholds. Then, like a canine going at it doggy style with complete animal abandon, his hips and ass nearly became a giant blur as he fucked and fucked her ass as hard and fast as he could. It was as if he had a blender on the lowest setting and then suddenly hit "puree."

She could hardly believe it. As soon as he started seriously hammering her, she started cumming and then kept right on cumming. She simply couldn't stop. Her cries of "Hard!" and "Hurry!" would have turned into cries of "Stop!" as it all became too much to take, but she was too overwhelmed by then to even form coherent words.

As if that wasn't enough, he reached down and began fingering her clit. It was simply too much pleasure for her; she didn't even know a person could possibly feel so good. With a long guttural cry she completely spent all her energy and flopped down from her position on all fours all the way to the floor.

But he wasn't done yet. He kept slam fucking her into the floor. Everything else in the world fell away from her awareness until the only thing she knew and felt was the enormous penis in her orgasmically oversensitized ass. His penis seemed to grow and grow in her mind until it filled her universe and took possession of her very soul. When they finally came together, it was so intense for her that she completely passed out.

When he finally woke her some time later, she found that he was already dressed, washed up, and ready to leave. She was still helplessly sprawled out on the floor, naked, sweaty, tired, and both physically and emotionally wasted. She was still stunned by what had been, bar none, the most profound and arousing fuck of her life.

But Alan was getting used to these kinds of powerful sexual experiences and he'd already mostly recovered. He shook her gently by the shoulders and spoke in a normal tone. "I have to go. Don't leave anything behind, because you can't get back in now that I have the key." He held the key out and dangled it like the precious prize it was. He winked.

She was still so amazed by everything that had transpired that these new developments barely registered. But still, she could understand the symbolism of him standing fully dressed over her nude cum-stained body with the key. He was triumphant and had defeated her utterly.

It galled her, yet strangely, she didn't mind nearly as much as she usually would have. She had vague thoughts of getting revenge somehow, but much more vivid thoughts of rewarding his victory by sucking his cock.

She started to roll over to better face him, but he stopped her with a hand.

He waited until she was slightly lucid again and said, "I hope you'll remember everything I told you. But there's one thing you got wrong, though. When I asked who you're training your ass for, you said me, only me. Not true. You're doing this mostly for you, Heather, not me. Chances are that you and I will go our separate ways sooner or later. Probably sooner, since we're both wild spirits."

"Don't say that!" she protested. "I want you to be my boyfriend! This doesn't change that, does it? If you can tame my inner bitch, won't you keep your promise to be my boyfriend?"

He sighed. It's more likely I'll be hit by lightning than Heather'll ever defeat her inner bitch. But of course I can't tell her that. She's just too wild to ever be tamed. Look at her now, seemingly tamed, but I'll bet she starts scheming against my girlfriends before the day is even over. This whole thing probably made her want to completely possess me even more than before. But win or lose, the battle against her inner bitch sure as hell will be lots of fun for us both! Heh-heh!

He merely smiled encouragingly at her, and said, "We'll see. We'll see. Take some time and see if you're really serious about all this, and really willing to try to be good with the partners you have and everything else. You know I'm pretty busy tomorrow with tests and everything, and you have the football game, but we'll talk on Monday, at the latest. See ya."

He went a couple steps before turning back, as if suddenly remembering some minor thing. "Oh. By the way. There's a reason why I held you back from rolling over. If you look at your ass, you'll see that I managed to pull out at the last second and deposit most of my cum on your ass cheeks. You're not worthy of taking it inside just yet. Don't just sit up and wastefully rub it into the ground. I want you to put your clothes on very carefully and wear that cum against your skin until you go to bed."

Her eyes shot open wide as she imagined sitting at dinner with her stern parents with Alan's squishy cum covering her ass, filling her crack, and dripping down the front and back of her thighs. She had no doubt that she would go ahead and do what he said.

She looked back down at the sticky cum liberally splattered all over her ass and hips, and then up at him looking refreshed and fully dressed. He just totally defeated me, didn't he? Between the strange panties on my face, the way he took control of my wardrobe, telling me to wear his cum, the way he plunged into my ass before the mirror, the insanely hot talk that'll keep my fantasies exciting for weeks... And speaking of insane, that insane endurance! God, it's so great! It's true - losing never felt so good!

She just had one thought as she watched him leave. Hooooooly fuck, how I LOVE him! And he wonders why I'd resort to any tactic to get him to be mine and only mine.

CHAPTER 5

When Alan got out of the theater room, he once again stopped and rested up against the door. He sighed. What a day. That was so intense and ... weird. But I guess that's par for the course. Tender moments with Heather? REALLY weird! I think that was a pretty good performance on my part, if I do say so myself. Kind of a tag team "good" Alan and "bad" Alan effort. If only I could somehow combine these two sides of my personality...

Man, I swear though, I feel like my dick has been pounded by a meat tenderizer. It's okay, but it'll take a couple of hours for it to feel normal. She just has the most insane dick crushing ass!

He was about to head back to his locker to get his books and go home, but then he remembered that he still wasn't done with Glory. He picked up his phone. Guess I'll dial her in and let her know I'm coming. He turned the settings on both vibrators to six. He knew that was her favorite setting, at least for the vaginal vibrator. That ought to hold her for a while, heh-heh. Maybe she'll even take the six setting as a sign that I have good news for her.

He waited about five minutes, sitting on a curb outside between the theater room area and the main school building. He may have looked refreshed, and he'd rested a while before he woke Heather up, but his body was still exhausted from the sexual marathon with her. He wasn't ready for more sexual hijinks just yet. But every now and then he dialed in different settings to Glory's Televibe.

Eventually, Alan began to feel like himself again. He walked up to the second floor where Glory's classroom was. He knocked on her door and after a delay she let him in.

She looked like a complete wreck.

It had been a major effort for her to merely make it to the door. She immediately hurried back to the chair behind her desk on very wobbly legs, happy to be sitting down again.

"Finally!" she said in an exhausted tone. "I've been waiting SO long!" Her eyelids fluttered as she shivered, just missing another orgasm brought on by her relentless Televibes. "How, how did it g-go with He-Heather?" she panted.

Alan looked at her eyes and saw they were slightly unfocused. Most of her mind was absorbed by the incredible sensations relentlessly throbbing through her vagina and rectum. He figured the students in fifth and sixth periods had been given and believed the same sickness excuse she'd used in fourth period, but that excuse could only work so many times.

He looked at the clock and saw it was almost four. Fudge. I have a mountain of homework tonight. He turned back to Glory as he took his phone out. "It went well. Surprisingly well. She agreed to everything I said, and in a good way. I could hardly believe how good she was about everything. And, in a major coup, I got the key to the theater room. As you may have guessed, that's where all the cheerleader hanky panky has been going down. Now, you and I can go in there and we'd be even safer than in here."

"Did you have sex with her?"

He looked at her unfocused eyes and heaving chest. If there ever was a time when she was so relentlessly horny that she wouldn't terribly mind hearing that he'd had sex with Heather, this was it.

"Yeah." He stared at the ground sheepishly while admitting that.

"Bitch!" Yet she was too spaced out to show the expected fire in her eyes when she usually got angry at Heather. If anything, she seemed to drift even further into some erotic la-la land.

Alan just stood there, not sure what she needed.

But then, out of the blue, she screamed, "Take it out! Please! Can't you take it out already? I can't wait another second!" She closed her eyes and drifted off into a rather tortured sexy whimpering.

He took a good look at her and saw that her seat had quite a cum puddle in it. She was leaking so much that some was even dripping down to the floor. Her skirt was hiked up, so he could see her pussy quite clearly. Even from the distance he stood at, he could easily see the base of the Televibe between her pussy lips, and he could even see the vibrating. "Oh. Sorry." He'd forgotten that he'd had her at full blast on both holes for nearly five minutes while he'd wandered back to her classroom.

She pulled her chair away from the desk and he got between her knees. The musky scent of her arousal between her thighs was incredibly pungent. That was no big surprise since she was literally dripping wet. He pulled the still active vibrator out of her swampy pussy, and as he did so, gave her clit a small tweak. That set her off. She grabbed at him and clutched at his arms with a death grip while her eyes rolled back into her head. Then she let out a long, "Aaaaaahhhhhh..."

Yet, as soon as she came down again, she still seemed agitated. "The ass! The ass! Please take the anal one out. I've been cumming all day. It's so good, but I can't take it anymore! Too much. Too sensitive." She whimpered even more.

Glory was limp and out of it, but he managed to lift her up onto the desk and bend over it so he could get the anal vibrator out of her trembling ass. Only after that came out did she let out a big sigh of relief. "Thank the Lord. Yes! Oh. Too much. Why did I ever let you put something up my ass? My virgin ass! I'll never be the same. I can't even walk anymore. No. Can't walk..."

He left her bent over the desk, panting, until she recovered a bit. He sized her situation up, then announced, "Your skirt is no good. You've got evidence of your cum puddle all over you. Here, let me take it off you." She lifted up a bit to let him do that. He took her jacket and blouse off too. "I assume you have spare clothes in your closet?"

She nodded weakly.

He got a change of clothes for her and also brought out a rag. He wiped her chair clean with it. He pondered telling her about how she'd very nearly stood in front of her class with her bush visible for all to see during her fourth period class, but then decided against it. He figured the Heather news was enough for one day, and if she knew how reckless she'd been, she might not be so reckless again (and especially might not want to use the Televibe anymore). He figured he could tell her some time later, once she'd become more used to wearing the Televibe and better able to use it "responsibly."

Instead, he sat down in her chair and said, "Glory, you've had a tough day. Very tough. I have too. Why don't you come here and sit down in my lap. Tell me all about it."

She managed to pull herself up from where she was flopped over on her desk, but then immediately turned and flopped herself down all over him. She clung to him as if she was drowning and he was the life raft.

He realized that she was crying. "Why are you crying, my lovely lady?" The loving concern in his voice only made her tears flow more freely.

"I don't know! Tears of relief, tears of joy, even sadness. My pussy actually feels horribly empty now that demon thing is gone. Can you believe that? Part of me actually misses it even while my butt feels so sore that I can barely sit."

"Don't worry, we can take care of that empty feeling." He opened the fly of his pants and fished out his penis. Somehow he was hard again, even though he was still a bit sensitive and sore from what he did to Heather.

They were two very sore and tired people, but there was arousal in the air, too. He lifted Glory up a bit and then impaled her drenched pussy down onto his stiffness. He did it all within seconds, before she could react in her semi-dazed state.

"No, Alan, no! Don't fuck me! You can't. I just can't take it anymore. My pussy needs a rest. Although... It does feel good. Sooooo fucking good..." She sighed in exhausted happiness as her resistance to being filled again crumbled. "So full... Oh yes... So much better than empty. But no fucking, please."

"If you don't want me to, we don't have to. Let's just stay like this." He held her close to him with all the warmth and tender love he felt for her. He was actually relieved that she didn't want to fuck, as he was still recovering, both mentally and physically.

She seemed quite satisfied to just feel the fullness of his heavy penis inside of her. She cooed, "Mmmm. Feels so good... It's ALWAYS so good with you..." But then, managing her normal voice for the first time since he'd entered the room, she chided, "Young man, you're a sexual beast, you know that? How can you even be erect after no doubt fucking Heather's pussy good and hard? You're not human!"

He smiled wryly. "How do you know I fucked Heather's pussy? I said I had sex with her, but that could mean a lot of things."

"Young man, you can't fool me. You have some kind of homing device between your legs. If it gets within twenty feet of a pussy, it finds a way in. Though in her case I'll bet you did her ass. God, that's so nasty! How can you put your thing up there? ... I hope at least you really gave it to her good and made her suffer."

He playfully flexed and unflexed his penis far inside Glory. That caused her to whimper even more as her tired vaginal muscles woke up again and started fluttering around his manhood. He fondly recalled the way he'd anally pounded Heather. Glory went completely limp in Alan's arms and all the tension drained out of her. He could feel the urge to properly fuck her welling up inside of him, especially given the way her pussy muscles were practically suckling on his penis, but he knew that wouldn't be wise for either of them at the moment.

He focused on talking instead. "Oh, she got it good, all right. But let's not talk about her. Let's talk about you."

But she wasn't ready to drop the topic. Gritting her teeth teeth even as her hips settled lower to take take another inch more of him inside her, she said, "I can't believe this cock that's balls-deep in me now was balls-deep in Heather mere minutes ago. That's so wrong. Much less her ass. Jesus. I hope you washed up thoroughly!"

"I did." He tapped her on the shoulder, so she slowly lifted her head enough to see his face. He kissed her in tender small kisses, starting from her ear and going across her face until he ended at the tip of her nose.

He flexed his erection, which got a gasping groan of delight and a series of strong answering vaginal twitches out of his teacher. But then the two of them just lay there for a while without any more physical movement.

Then he winked at her, eyes sparkling with mischief, and said in his best deep, loving, suburban husband voice, "So honey, how was your day?"

"Uh-oh. Young man, why do I get the feeling that another one of your crazy role-plays is about to begin?"

He laughed and kissed her on the nose again, even as he felt her vagina flutter around his buried length. "I dunno. Pretty crazy. So anyways, honey..." He launched into a husband and wife skit while starting to thrust into her ever so slowly and gently.

CHAPTER 6

Alan dragged himself along as he came home. Not only was he mentally and physically exhausted from the very busy day at school, but he was also quite sleepy. He needed his daily nap badly, especially since he'd gone to bed late (thanks to Brenda) and woken up early (thanks to Xania).

Thinking about how much sex he needed to perform in one day to keep everyone happy made him that much more eager for a nap. Who would have known that having all my dreams come true could be so exhausting? The porn stories I read never mention that. I'd almost say that it's like work, except that it's so goddamned incredibly fun. I'd be more than happy to be this tried from too much sex every single day, heh-heh-heh!

He also was very despondent over all the homework he knew he still had to do. Even though Heather had arranged for someone to do his 20-page essay, he still had a lot more to do for his other classes. He figured he'd be up late working, and that prospect depressed him. He used to stay up late doing homework around one night every week, but it had been so long since he'd done that he hardly knew what it was like anymore.

When he walked into the house, Suzanne and Susan were waiting for him in the living room, dressed in nothing but frilly French underwear and high heels. Katherine and Amy also had homework to do and were off studying together somewhere.

"Hi, Son!" Susan said as she slid a hand into her panties.

He gave them a small wave and a hello, and quipped, "What did I tell you two about not wearing underwear in the house?" But then he slumped right past them and started for the stairs.

But Susan said, "Son, don't you need a good sperm draining? Suzanne just taught me some new cocksucking techniques we're keen to try out on you together."

Suzanne licked her lips and purred in her sultry scratchy voice, "Mmmm. Dual blowjob."

Susan added, "Mommy REALLY wants to suck your cock - even more than usual!" She held up a hand in front of her mouth and smiled as she made the motions of sucking and jacking him off.

There were few things Alan loved more than a dual Susan-Suzanne blowjob. Between Suzanne's expert skill and Susan's sheer enthusiasm, they could take him to the highest pinnacles of pleasure. But all he could say was, "Thanks, both of you, but later, I hope. Actually, my balls are really well drained at the moment, but thanks for asking. I'm gonna crash." He staggered up the stairs.

As soon as he was gone, Suzanne said, "Look what the cat dragged in. He looks like a wreck! Especially with that black eye and those bruises. And not even so much as a kiss on the cheek for either of us. Hrmph!" She was particularly annoyed that both she and Susan had dressed in their most provocative outfits, yet he seemed to have hardly noticed them.

Susan frowned with worry, but said encouragingly, "I'm sure he just needs his nap. He looks bad, it's true, but he told me last night those facial bruises don't hurt him in the least. He'll be all right."

Suzanne had both her tits exposed and held up by a black frame underneath them. Susan was so delighted with the tempting sight of Suzanne's milky white skin contrasted by the black fabric that she reached up and pulled her friend down to where she was sitting so she could suckle on a nipple. "Did you hear what he said? His balls are well drained! That means he laid some pipe at school. Isn't that exciting? I hope he boned a cheerleader or two!"

"He could have just gotten a blowjob or titfuck or something like that," Suzanne pointed out, still feeling discouraged.

"No, even though he looks half-dead, he has that 'I just tamed me some fresh pussy' look on his face. I bet he was the center of a big orgy. That would explain why he's so tired. Oooh! Can't you just imagine a dozen busty schoolgirls begging for his big cock? I can!" She leaned in closer to suckle on her best friend.

But Suzanne wasn't in the mood. She pushed herself away and said with determination, "No. Not now. I don't like how he looked. This boy needs serious help. I know just what he needs: inspiration. I'll be back soon."

The buxom red-head also was quite tired, since Xania had left only a short time before Alan's school ended and then she and Susan waited around for him and talked about cocksucking techniques instead of napping themselves. But nonetheless she left the house without saying any more, leaving Susan quite puzzled.

Alan took a long nap.

When he woke up, he looked at the clock by his bed and groaned. "Five thirty already and I haven't done a single thing. Ugh." Well, a single academically useful thing, at any rate. My dick sure has been busy. Before long it'll be dinner. I might not start my homework until eight, the way things are going. No. I'm going to open the books right now. Screw saying hello or even taking a shower. Saying hello around here is an extremely time consuming activity lately! Hopefully that dual cocksucking mommies offer will still be there later; that can be my reward for getting some work done.

He diligently did his homework for over an hour. He didn't even turn his light on when it got dark but just worked by the light of his computer screen, because he didn't want the others to know he was up.

Finally, just short of seven, Susan knocked on his door. "Tiger? Are you up? It's almost dinner time." She giggled like a young teen, and corrected herself, "Or, should I say, are you awake? I know you're always 'up.'"

"Yeah. I'm awake. Actually, I've been awake for a while and working on my homework. I've actually managed to get something done. But I'm not 'up.'"

Susan spoke from the other side of the door. "Oh." There was a long pause while the gears in her brain turned. "Tiger, do you know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking it's probably been hours and hours since you last unloaded one of your big, healthy sperm loads into anyone. I know you must have had a lot of cheerleader porking fun at school today, but don't forget your daily target. You haven't even asked for any stealth stroking help, and that makes me sad. Do you think you want to, uh, take a load off before dinner?"

Alan laughed, both from her "take a load off" play on words and her endless enthusiasm. "Thanks, Mom. I guess three hours is technically 'hours and hours,' but really, I'm fine. I don't think I could get it up again if I wanted to. I'm just going to take a shower and freshen up for dinner."

"Okay. Whatever you like. Do you need help with your shower? I could soap you up - all over!" Her voice was growing extremely excited all of a sudden. But realizing she might be coming on too strong, she added in a more neutral voice, "You know, in case your hands are tired. Or something."

Alan chuckled. "Thanks, but I'm afraid that would be too tempting for both of us."

"Oh, poo! Shoot. Oh well. No problem. See ya." She tried to sound carefree with her "no problem" comment, but it was clear that she was quite disappointed.

Alan took his shower and then wandered downstairs in a shirt and shorts to see what was cooking and finally properly say hello. He felt a bit bad for blowing off Susan and Suzanne before his nap. But to his surprise, no one was there and there wasn't any sign of food. He went back upstairs and, hearing voices from within his mother's room, opened the door.

He was greeted with a very pleasant surprise. Susan and Suzanne were both sitting on Susan's big bed, talking. But what surprised him was what they were wearing. They both had nurses' uniforms on. They both looked exactly like nurses, with matching pink uniforms complete with the pillbox-styled hats some nurses wear. Susan even wore a Red Cross armband. The only false notes were their high heels and the short lengths of their skirts.

It occurred to him, On second thought, they're not nurses, they're like porn film nurses. Sweet! Their tops seem normal enough and don't show any cleavage at all, but no real nurse would wear a micro miniskirt like that.

"It's about time you found us," Suzanne said testily, but there was a happy smile on her face. "Look, Susan, it's our favorite patient. Come over here, Sweetie, and let us diagnose you. And don't you say 'no' either. I made a special trip to the sex store just to get these costumes." She put on a sultry pout.

What she didn't mention was that she also stopped by Akami's office and picked up a prescription for some Motilium to help Susan start her lactation. She also bought a breast pump. They wanted to keep Susan's lactation a surprise for him.

His body responded to the outfits before he could even answer. He sniffed the air - it already smelled like pussy, and a mix of two of his favorite pussy flavors to boot. "Don't worry! How could I say no to that? Jesus. You two are really too much. Is it love or lust that makes you two so constantly helpful with my erections?"

Susan replied, "Tiger, you know it's both. Anyway, I don't see much of a difference - isn't lust just a way to show and share love? When I swallow your cock and tongue it until you blow a big load down my throat, don't you know that that's another way for me to tell you that I love you?"

He felt his penis quickly growing to its full size. "Um, sure."

She continued, "Now, what are you hiding underneath your shorts? What's making that huge bulge, a stack of telephone books? Bring yourself over here so we nurses can properly diagnose you."

He pulled his shorts down and all the way off, exposing his painfully hard erection. He walked on over to where they sat on the edge of the bed. But rather than stopping, he kept walking up to Suzanne until his stiff rod brushed up against her right breast, still covered by her uniform. Then he rubbed her nipple in small circles with the end of his penis.

This caused no end of delight for both Susan and Suzanne. Susan yelped with joy, "Look, Suzanne! I think we've just discovered a new and improved way for Tiger to get our attention!"

Suzanne wore a huge smile, but she played it coy. She unzipped her top all the way down the front, causing her pale white tits to bounce free.

He immediately resumed pressing his dick into her left tit, only now he could rub her hard nipple without any impediment.

Suzanne said, "Hmm, I wonder what you're talking about. You're acting as if he's touching me with his cock, but we know patients don't do that to nurses. That would be wrong." She winked at that. Still playing the innocent, she added, "On a totally unrelated topic, I detect a certain swelling between his legs. What do you think, Nurse Susan?"

Susan reached for her son's hard-on and began jacking it towards the base, while the penis tip continued to poke into Suzanne's nipple.

Susan snickered, "'Totally unrelated topic.' I like that. But you're right. Definitely a swelling I'm feeling here. Maybe it's a bruise from the fight the other day. Tiger, did the big bullies hit you in the nuts?"

"As a matter of fact, they did. You should probably check my scrotum for damage." He grinned and used his hand to direct his pole all over Suzanne's tit. Susan was still holding it, but stroking it loosely so he could direct where it went.

"Good idea!" Susan replied. She began fondling his balls, tugging on them a bit. "How does this feel?"

"Fantastic! Um, I mean, terrible. You should probably do that a whole lot more to find out exactly where the damage is." He was grinning from ear to ear.

Suzanne said, "Susan, I mean Nurse Susan, you're so perceptive." She also put her hand on his dick, pushing Alan's hand out of the way, and the two mothers began to share stroking duties, while Susan kept tugging his balls too. "But I'm worried about a fever. With all this swelling, could he be getting a fever?"

Susan pretended concern. "I think so, Nurse Suzanne. Why don't you take over swelling inspection duties while I investigate the 'damage' to his balls a little closer?"

"Mmmm. Good idea. Maybe I'll take his temperature while you do that. They say the oral technique gives excellent readings, though there's something to be said for anal."

Susan playfully suggested, "One can never be too sure. Maybe we should take an oral reading first, and then anal." Her excitement got to her and she added, "And then oral again! He can blow a spermy load down both our throats!"

Suzanne teased back, "Speaking of oral, I hear licking is great way to check the scrotum for damage."

"Mmmm!" Susan moaned lustily. "I luuuuve 'checking for damage.' That reminds me of the 'abnormality checks' Akami used to make me do. Wasn't that fun? GOD, that was fun!"

Alan could see what was coming, and lay back on the bed so both of them could have better access to his crotch.

Suzanne bent over and gobbled up his penis, and began an expert cocksucking job. Meanwhile, she reached underneath him and stuck a finger up his ass.

Susan said, "You know, I've heard that when it comes to medical advice, it's always good to get a second opinion. So I'll take his temperature too, and then we can compare." She leaned in and joined Suzanne with an aggressive licking and sucking, while any spare hands they had jacked him off.

Alan thought, That feels sooooo good! Even a couple of weeks ago I would have exploded in a minute to this kind of double tongue lashing AND finger stroking. But now I can enjoy it for a good long while. How great is that? Heh-heh!

After a minute or two, Suzanne asked Susan, "So, got a temperature reading yet?"

"Hot! Definitely hot! Feverish." She continued to lick. "But I might have to check for another twenty minutes, just to be completely sure." She was lapping up one side of his cockhead while Suzanne was on the other; leaving room for their hands to explore the shaft. "How 'bout you?"

"Sizzling! I can feel the heat all the way down in my pussy!"

"Oooh! Me too! My clit is all tingly and I'm not even touching it! Imagine feeling his boiling hot sperm explode onto the back of your throat!"

"I can!" Suzanne replied with lusty excitement. She was in charge of his balls for the moment, and as she hefted them up, she said, "I can feel these puppies beginning to swell up with cum! Sweetie, you need to paint my tonsils before these poor guys turn blue."

Alan just moaned with pleasure.

Then Susan asked him, "So, the big question we can't wait to ask is: how many hotties did you bone at school today? And who were they?"

"Sorry, Mom, I don't kiss and tell."

Susan pouted even as she licked, "Oh, come on! Telling your busty cocksucking aunt and mommy isn't REALLY telling. Pleeeeeasse? I only wanna know 'cos it gets me hot!"

"Well..." His resolve was wavering.

The two voluptuous vixens had been giving him a great dual blowjob already, but they kicked their efforts into overdrive to help convince him to talk. They didn't really do anything different, but somehow what their four hands and two mouths were doing felt twice as good.

He closed his eyes and groaned as he strained not to cum. "Okay, okay! Just... tone it down. I don't want to blow just yet."

They quickly went back to their previous pace and his orgasmic crisis narrowly passed.

After about a minute, Susan asked, "Well? Spill the beans?"

Suzanne teased in her sexy and scratchy voice, "Yeah, spill something. Spill something all over our faces!"

"Jesus!" He was still panting a bit. "Hold on. I'm trying to recover, but you two don't make that easy." He was having trouble recovering since they'd only slowed down, not stopped. Suzanne's tongue was pressing hard against his frenulum, the sensitive spot underneath his cockhead, making it hard for him to even think.

He paused a bit longer until finally they calmed down a bit more and he was able to breathe normally. "Well, if you must know, I fucked Glory during lunch. And then after school I banged Heather's ass pretty good, and then went back to Glory's classroom and boned her some more. It was pretty busy for a school day, now that I think about it."

"Wow, that makes me SO HOT!"

Alan had his eyes closed, but he opened them and looked towards his crotch in momentary confusion because those were Susan's usual words, but it sounded like Suzanne's scratchy voice.

Susan momentarily stoped licking his balls and frowned. "Hey! that's what I was going to say."

"Gotcha both. Mmmm!" Suzanne said gleefully as she stuffed all of Alan's bulbous cockhead in her mouth.

Alan continued to look down at Susan and then at Suzanne. Although he saw little more than the backs of their heads and their nurse hats bobbing up and down in his lap, he exclaimed, "You two are too fucking sexy! How am I supposed to function like this?"

Susan rubbed his arm soothingly, "Oooh. Is it that bad? Nurse Suzanne, that swelling between his legs is so bad that he can't even function. We'll have to find some kind of way to get it to go down. I could take his temperature orally all day long, but it only seems to make his swelling harder and stickier and hotter." She added with a giggle, "And that's a problem. If his temperature keeps changing, I might have to suck on it all night long and still not get a good reading! Not that I would mind." She laughed. "Do you have any ideas?"

Suzanne stopped her bobbing over his cockhead and pulled herself up from his lap. "Oh, I have some ideas, all right, Susan. My vaginal thermometer is very accurate. I haven't gotten my daily fucking from Sweetie today, and this is probably my only chance."

She leaned towards Alan's face for a kiss before conspiratorially saying to him, "Luckily, Susan has already given me permission to take your load." She plunged a finger up his asshole, as if daring him to give up his load to her immediately and blow his sticky goo all over her face.

Susan took advantage of Suzanne's talking and dove her lips down onto his momentarily unoccupied cockhead. She managed the fit the entire thing between her lips before Suzanne got much past "Oh, I have some ideas." Susan did give Suzanne that permission, but she wanted to at least "warm him up" with some serious and prolonged cocksucking.

In the face of all this stimulation, Alan managed to say with deliberate understatement, "That was nice of her."

CHAPTER 7

Suzanne ran a hand up his chest as if she was amazed by his muscles and was checking them out for the first time. "Well, it's really for her benefit this time. You see, Sweetie, we all know that the big day for you and her could come as soon as tomorrow. We need to have her fully prepared to have the ultimate fuck, so right now I'm going to give you some tips and teach you some techniques on how to fuck her completely senseless." She continued to saw her finger into his ass with her other hand.

Susan listened in and thought as she sucked and licked all over the top half of her son's dick, Yes! "Fuck her completely senseless!" That's what my Tiger's going to do to me, fuck me senseless! My very own son! Suzanne is so amazing, giving away her best secrets just for me like this. Wow. And it's been so long, so very, very long since I've last felt the comforting taste of my son's magnificent cock between my lips! Mmmm! Hours and hours. Mmmm. Spermy goodness coming soon! I feel so secure and intimate and loved whenever I'm like this: tits swinging free, pussy wet, and mouth filled with sweet son cock! I could just LIVE with his fuck rod in my mouth, if he'd only let me. What a meanie, always banging all those teen twats at school instead of taking care of his mommy.

But soon I'll get a sperm protein shake of my own! And then when I get a refreshing drink from his semen fountain, it makes me wh- ... Oh no! I told Suzanne that she could have his load, didn't I? Darn. Well, accidents do happen, tee-hee-hee. Maybe if I speed up my technique here, he just might "accidentally" squirt my stomach full of spermy goodness! Her tongue, lips, and fingers went into overdrive.

Suzanne was starting to take off more of her nurse uniform in anticipation of getting fucked. She somehow seemed incapable of taking off her clothes without performing a jaw-dropping striptease in the process.

Given opportunities like this, Suzanne loved to take full advantage and really go for broke. She actually buttoned her nurse's top back up so she could have more to take off. She started just swaying and hamming it up a bit, but seeing that Alan and Susan were having fun watching, she started to get increasingly active. Before long, she was dancing wildly even though there was no music playing.

Between watching Suzanne undress and Susan's tongue vacuuming his penis clean of constantly drooling pre-cum, all Alan could manage to say was, "Tips?"

Suzanne pulled her miniskirt down past her high heels and kicked it away. "Yes. Tips. Techniques. Nurse Susan, please stop what you're doing there for a minute. I have a valuable medical lesson to impart that will help mend the wounds of this battered boy."

Susan was in cocksucking heaven, and very reluctant to stop. She pulled back just enough to blow on his erection instead of licking it. She pouted and muttered, "Oh, poo!" Then she blew on it some more.

Suzanne rolled her eyes as she tossed her top aside, leaving just the nurse's hat on her. "Very well. You've got to remove your mouth completely, but you can keep your hands going if you must."

Susan reluctantly pulled back out of blowing range. "Thanks, Nurse Suzanne." She savored the little amount of pre-cum left on her tongue, thinking she might not get any more for a while.

As she changed positions, she realized with surprise that she was still fully clothed. Normally, she found a way to bare her chest at the very least whenever her son was around, but she'd been so focused on handjobs and blowjobs that it had slipped her mind.

So she took advantage of the changing of positions to remove some clothes. First she took off her miniskirt, but the top of her uniform was designed in such a way that she could unzip flaps and expose her bountiful tits while leaving the rest of her top on, so she opened the flaps. She kept her hat and armband on to maintain the nurse look, and kept her high heels on just because she knew Alan liked them.

Suzanne reached in with her free hand and held the top of Alan's wet and pulsing erection while Susan jacked off the lower half. "Now, Nurse Susan, stop stroking and pay full attention here. He needs a break, anyway. I haven't been as good to you lately as I should have been. I'll admit some jealousy and wanting to delay you and your son from fucking your tasty cunt in the past. Momentary lapses. Ancient history now. But here's one way I'm going to make it up to you. Instead of just jacking him off in any old herky jerky way, let's get medical. I've studied this stuff."

All hands left Alan's groin, and there was a pause to prevent him from cumming.

Then Susan and Suzanne leaned in close to his throbbing erection. Both of them felt their heads drawn to it as if a powerful magnetic force was pulling them down and compelling them to suck it. If nothing else, both of them had developed a strong Pavlovian reaction to its smell and taste. For Susan especially, just looking at a bulge in her son's shorts could make her mouth water.

Susan knew she was supposed to just look, but she couldn't help herself. Her tongue lashed out towards his pole. But his stiffness bounced away, as it was standing up straight without any support. So she was "forced" to grab it to keep it still, and within seconds she was both jacking and sucking him off again.

Suzanne made tsk-tsk noises. "Come on, I'm trying to teach you some important things here, things you'll be doing to Alan Junior for decades to come. I know you have the enthusiasm, but you need to match that with skill."

As Alan overheard that, he thought, Mom's sheer enthusiasm plus Suzanne's years of practice and her limitless bag of tricks in one person? Scary!

Suzanne continued, "Are you really committed to dedicating your entire being to pleasuring his cock like you told me earlier, or was that just talk?"

"Oh, poo." Susan pulled away. "Of course that wasn't just talk. Don't worry, I'll be good."

Suzanne joked, "Let me throw you a bone, literally. Don't worry, you can touch it in a second. You just have to restrain yourself when you do."

The two of them just sat there for some long moments, getting used to being so close to his stiffness without going wild all over it with their lips and tongues. Although Suzanne played the responsible one, as usual, it was almost as tough for her as it was for Susan.

Even though both of them were deliberately breathing on it, Alan did manage to recover a bit, after a while. He let out a sigh of relief when he was able to stop fighting the urge to cum.

Finally, Suzanne said to Susan, a touch breathlessly, "Okay, I think we're ready. Did you hear that? That means he's come down from the edge. Our goal is to put him right back there and keep him there, constantly maxing out on erotic pleasure. Now, put your pointing finger here."

Susan felt a great flood of relief at being able to touch her object of adoration and let out a happy sigh. She placed her finger at its very tip.

Suzanne continued in an academic tone, "Let's review what I taught you this morning. You're touching the meatus. It's the opening of the urethra. As you know, it's where his piss and delicious cum come out. It's a sensitive spot. Keep rubbing the tip of your finger right on top of it, in little circles."

"Like this?" Susan started making the circles, and was rewarded with an extra loud groan from her son.

"Yes. Now, we come to the G-spot of the male, which is just under the crown of the cockhead, here on the back side." Suzanne rubbed it adoringly with two fingers. "It's called the frenulum, and it's simply chock-a-block with nerves, so you know that'll make him feel great."

"I knew that already," Susan replied defensively. "Even before you told me this morning, I just didn't know the name."

She waited until Suzanne withdrew from the frenulum and began jacking off the lower part of his shaft instead. Then she said to Alan as she started rubbing it in a circular pattern, "Mommy just loves your frenulum, doesn't she, Tiger? Only I like to think of it as the 'sweet spot.' How many minutes a day do I lick your sweet spot, hmmm?"

Alan groaned. "I dunno, Mom. A lot!" It was true - from the very first day, the vast majority of the time Susan was touching his dick she was stimulating that spot in some way. What she lacked in subtlety or experience she made up by going for the "jugular" of his penis nearly all the time.

At first glance, Suzanne was holding the lower half of Alan's hard-on to help keep it in place for Susan, but she was really jacking it off at the same time with subtle up and down motions. She continued in her officious tone, "There's a groove there called the sulcus, and it's good to stimulate that too. Keep going in that general area with your thumb and middle finger."

Susan followed her instructions, while her pointing finger kept working on his meatus.

"Good," Suzanne said. "Now, use your ring and pinky finger to vibrate the urethra and shaft skin farther down his erection. Like that. There you go. With one hand, you're hitting all the key spots at once. Scrape with the nails on the underside if you can, too. That leaves your other hand free to do all kinds of other things to please him."

Suzanne let go of Alan's shaft, turned to him, and kissed him on the lips while Susan was fully absorbed with his penis. With her upper body crushed against his, he worked on pulling and teasing her nipples.

After a minute or two of dueling tongues, she pulled back and chuckled. "Look at me, Sweetie, you've got me all hot and bothered. Susan, his magic hands have got me wanting to get fucked so badly!"

Susan giggled and replied, "Join the club!"

Suzanne then asked, "How do you like that, Sweetie? And I'm talking about what Susan's doing to you, not my ass." She had to clarify because he was aggressively kneading her ass cheeks now.

Panting, he answered, "It's great. Wow." He sat up so he could look down and see what was happening. The fingers on Susan's hand were still doing three separate things to his penis at once.

With Alan sitting up, Suzanne was able to disengage from him and then come at him from the other side. She had one of her hands trapped underneath his buttocks, with her middle finger penetrating his anus and stimulating his prostrate. Her other hand appeared out of nowhere underneath Alan's balls, tickling and teasing them.

He asked between labored breaths, "But Aunt Suzy, how is it you're teaching this to Mom and yet you've never touched me in all those ways with one hand before?"

Suzanne explained, "Two reasons. One, because I want to spread out new things for you instead of doing all I know in a week or two. I wanna keep surprising you for years to come. And two, I want Nurse Susan to have some of your first experiences."

Susan said as she stroked her son's dick, "Thanks a lot, Nurse Suzanne. You're the bestest best friend ever, as Amy would say. But what do I do with my other hand? I see we still haven't been able to reduce the swelling, and you've got his balls well in hand. I want him to paint me with sperm! When he paints my face with his yummy goo, I feel so owned. And loved!"

"Ah. That does feel nice. But let's show him what we can do with our hands. And our tongues haven't even gotten warmed up, either," Suzanne pointed out. "Nurse, why don't you stick your fingers in his mouth, and play around in there like you're kissing tongues? Then lick his nipple."

"What?" She'd never done either thing before, although Suzanne had mentioned them during their lengthy cocksucking talk earlier in the day.

"Just do it. Trust me. The male nipple is a very overlooked erogenous zone. Fingers in the mouth are great, too. Sweetie, you need to keep our mouths stuffed better. If your penis is otherwise temporarily occupied by one of your cocksucking hotties, like it is now, fill our cock-hungry mouths with your fingers if you can. It's nearly as good."

So Alan did just that. But to Suzanne's chagrin, he put his fingers in Susan's mouth instead of hers. Mother and son both fingerfucked each other's mouths while everything else was going on. But in his defense, Susan was in easy reach right in front of him, while Suzanne was not.

Alan seemed completely absorbed in his pleasure for several long minutes, but as he spiraled up right to the brink of climax, he managed to say, "Can't go on much longer. Gonna explode!"

"STOP!" Suzanne shrieked like a military captain. "Susan, disengage! Disengage!"

Susan did so, but she didn't see the need for screaming. "Okay, already. Geez. What's the big deal?"

Suzanne complained, "If he cums now, what's gonna happen to my daily fuck? I mean, he does have to do some homework later tonight, so we can't play for hours."

"Oh poo," Susan pouted in a sexy manner. Remarkably, she still had most of her nurse's outfit on. But she bared her chest and shook it a bit, letting her huge breasts sway back and forth enticingly. "Tiger, don't think I didn't see what you did to Suzanne's nipples. My nipples are feeling envious and lonely! This big-titted mommy needs you to remind her that her tits are yours to play with!"

But Suzanne said to Susan, "I really hate to say this, but can you leave us be for a little while? I have an even better idea on how to reduce the swelling and I wanna try it out."

"Why? Can't I at least watch?" a pouting and very disappointed Susan asked. She'd been hoping to get him to cum while she could at least share in the eating of it.

"If you watch, it'll ruin the surprise." Suzanne was avoiding Alan's touch like a hot potato until he signaled he was ready for more. She watched Alan's whole groin area buck up and down like he was fucking air, that's how close he was to cumming.

Susan watched too, then said, "Oh. Drat. Okay. Is he gonna fuck you now?"

"If he wants. He's the man of the house now."

Susan sighed with longing. "That's true. I guess I'll go check on dinner. It's simmering in the oven, Tiger, so don't take too long. It's ready whenever you are, kind of like me." She giggled. "When you fill Suzanne's hot cunt full of your thick and tasty seed, think of your mother some of the time too, okay? Think about how you'll be drilling my cunt too before long."

"Ugh! Don't talk like that, Mom, or I'll never calm down." He was watching his penis twitch wildly even though no one was touching it.

"That's the point. We help each other out around here. Today you'll be taming Suzanne's cunt, but with any luck my period may end tomorrow and then you'll be taming mine. It goes without saying that you'll be the only man allowed in there from now on. Ron of course won't get anywhere near it. He won't be my husband for much longer, but it goes without saying there won't be any new man in my life either." She started rubbing her breasts sensuously, imagining Alan's hands all over her. "My body belongs to you, and only you! I might as well hang a little sign above my cunt that says 'This Pussy Is Property of Alan Plummer, Super Motherfucker.'"

"Jeeeesus! Don't say that! Too sexy! Oh... shit! Too late! Too late!" Unexpectedly, he'd crossed the point of no return and he could feel his balls tightening.

Suzanne, if she'd been closer, had tricks to squeeze his penis at the base to stop the orgasmic surge. But she and Susan were standing (as Suzanne was trying to guide Susan out of the room), and by the time they both dropped to their knees and reached their hands out, he was already shooting out his first rope of cum.

Susan and Suzanne both lunged their heads forward at the same time to swallow his cockhead. But there was no room for both of them at the tip of his penis and their heads briefly knocked together.

Giggling at the accident, they pulled back and let him paint their faces and chests with cum.

Alan was having the time of his life, but it had become an ingrained habit for him not to play favorites, so even without consciously thinking about it he made sure to cover their faces with his cum more or less equally.

As his ropes started to lose their strength, Suzanne grabbed his wildly twitching pole with both hands and pumped on it, coaxing yet more cum out of it. She screamed, "Paint me, Son! Paint me!" That managed to elicit another two ropes out of him before he ran out.

Alan was so caught up in the moment that he failed to notice Suzanne's use of the word "son." Suzanne didn't say it intentionally; it just bubbled up from her subconscious.

Susan didn't notice either. She was too busy gushing with wonder, "Tiger, that was NINE ROPES! I counted every single one, including the two you shot straight down my throat. I'm so PROUD of you! After all the pints of sperm you must have pumped into your teacher and the head cheerleader today, I'd have thought you'd be nearly out of the stuff. But no! Not you! Look at us. Just look what you did to our faces! You really showed us who's who and what's what, and just who rules the roost around here!"

Suzanne rolled her eyes at Susan's exuberance. But she loved her for that trait, too. It was hard to remain jaded around Susan. She swirled Alan's cum around in her mouth like mouthwash. Damn, that's good stuff. That's one area where there's no hype to the hype. And the boy sure does have a lot of cum in him. Mmmm.

Alan fell back onto Susan's bed as the great climax came to an end. "Phew. Wow!"

He heard Suzanne say, "So, Nurse Susan, would you say the operation was a success?"

"Yes!" Susan answered, falling back into her pretend nurse role. "We've cured him of excesso-spermotosis, for I'd say... mmmm... maybe the next half hour or so." She giggled. "Then we'll have to 'operate' again."

Both of them giggled at that.

He lay there for a couple of minutes recovering from the intense experience. He winced at first when Susan began her usual cleaning of his flaccid penis and balls, but, as usual, it quickly turned pleasurable.

Suzanne muttered, "Susan, you and your cock cleaning. As if that's really necessary. I think you leave his privates wetter after you're done."

Susan replied as she licked his balls, "Maybe so, but it's what good mommies do."

Suzanne rolled her eyes.

But eventually, Alan felt Susan stop her licking and withdraw from his crotch altogether. He was happy to keep his eyes closed and rest for a few more minutes.

However, curiosity finally got the best of him. He opened his eyes because he could still feel the presence of the two Amazon mothers in the room, but he didn't know what they were doing.

Once he looked up he almost regretted that he did, because the sight was too sexy for him to handle in his post-orgasmic state. Susan and Suzanne were standing right above him, alternately kissing and feeding each other his cum. One of them would scoop off a cum gob from the face or chest of the other, and then feed it into the other woman's mouth. Then they'd kiss on the lips.

He figured correctly there was a lot of cum swapping going on. He had a glimmer of what was happening inside their mouths by the way their cheeks were sucking in sometimes, and occasionally he could see bulges in cheeks caused by passing tongues. They seemed to be engaged in a friendly fight over him cum.

Occasionally, one or the other of them would peek over in his direction. They generally pretended that he wasn't there, but they were obviously making an extra effort to put on a sexy show for him. Not only were they licking and kissing, but there was a constant rubbing of tit against tit. Their breasts were sliding all over each other because they were actually lubed up with his semen.

Damn! he thought. Talk about a double decker tit bus! It's like they're having trouble kissing 'cos there's just too much tit-flesh in the way! I wish I was hard again so I could stick my dick up through all that bouncy goodness and have a slippery ride from the fresh cum getting rubbed into their skin. ... I wonder if they'd be rubbing their nipples against each other like that even if I wasn't watching. ... Yeah, probably, knowing them.

Lately, he'd been focusing more on cumming on faces and less on chests, because he discovered that by aiming at faces he could usually effectively hit both. Susan and Suzanne were so endowed that when the cum started to drip from their faces, it almost inevitably fell onto their chests.

That was what was happening now. Once they ran out of cum gobs on their cheeks and chins, they started licking each other's boobs. Naturally this led to a lot of nipple suckling too.

After they had more or less run out of cum, he spoke up while remaining flat on his back. "That was fun to watch. Thanks for all the 'nursing.' But I'm sorry, Aunt Suzy. I didn't mean to cum just then, I'd dropped my guard since no one was touching me. By the time I thought to do the PC muscle thing, it was too late."

Susan looked down at Alan's crotch. She looked to Suzanne and asked, "I think his cock is still a bit messy. Do you mind if I give him another thorough cleaning?"

Suzanne chuckled. Sure. "Knock yourself out."

So, as Susan resumed licking Alan's flaccid penis, Suzanne replied to Alan, "Don't worry about it, Sweetie. At first I was a bit frustrated that Susan said those arousing things and ruined my chance for a lovely fuck, but then I realized that was the selfish way of looking at it. The fact is, I was playing with fire getting you so worked up in the first place, and it was a miracle you lasted as long as you did. Neither you nor Susan did anything wrong. And it's no biggie. Maybe we can get together later tonight if you have a study break or something and you can nail me good then."

Alan nodded, but then said, "Wait a minute... Hold on here..." He concentrated on the feelings in her groin where Susan was licking him. "Eureka! Houston, we have lift off!"

Susan began licking more vigorously, not to clean, but to help his growing shaft get bigger.

Suzanne stood by and watched. "I don't believe it! Sweetie, you just had an amazing, prolonged dual blowjob session five minutes ago! And you're hard again?!"

"Hey, what can I say?" Alan said with more than a touch of pride in his voice. "You two inspire me, especially with that cum swapping kiss thing you were doing. Plus, I'm eighteen. This is supposed to be my sexual prime."

Suzanne said to Susan, "You weren't really trying to give him a second cleaning, were you? You figured with a little more stimulation, you could coax another boner out of him."

"Yep!" Susan admitted, feeling very proud of herself. "I know my son. I figured the way we were licking cum off each other would get him going for sure." She lovingly kissed her way all over his cockhead.

Suzanne said with a ravenous, sexy growl, "Thanks, Susan. I'll take it from here."

Susan stood up and smiled benignly at the whole scene. "That's my son! Is there any wonder why he owns my big-titted body? I just can't WAIT until he tames my cunt! It's like when I was five waiting for Christmas morning, only ten times more intense."

"Soon, Mom, soon." Alan could hardly wait, too.

Bursting with pride, Susan smiled at him again and then left the room.

Suzanne turned to Alan, and as she did he felt her lust hit him like a high-powered searchlight suddenly blinding him.

She cooed in her scratchy, sensual voice, "Now Sweetie, let's see if I can't teach you a thing or two about the value of endurance when FUCKING a desperate and hungry CUNT."

Alan had stood up to see Susan go. But now Suzanne took him by the hand and sat him down on a small sofa near the door. He thought she was sitting him down there to have a short talk with him first, but in fact she just couldn't wait to make it all the way back to the bed.

Rather than sitting next to him, she sat right on top of him. She purred, "I don't know how long your weary Alan Junior can keep standing up like that, so I'm not gonna mess around."

Holding his erection with one hand, she slowly sat down on him until she was fully impaled. "Oh yeah! That's what I'm talking about! Mmmm, that's good."

She correctly figured Susan was out of the room but probably still within earshot, so as she started to bounce up and down she said, "Susan, you have no idea what you're missing. You're gonna have the best time of your LIFE! Better than titfucks, better than blowjobs, better than anal sex. THIS is the GREATEST! Fuck me hard, Sweetie!"

Susan listened with her ear against the door for a minute or two, stroking her pussy lips as she intently tried to hear what was going on. But the door was thick and she couldn't hear much.

Suddenly, Suzanne shouted out, "Oh my GOD! It's like a trampoline! Susan, I'm on a trampoline, bouncing up and down! But I'm bouncing on COCK! He's splitting me in TWO with every THRUST! Susan, it's so GOOD! So damn GOOD! Oh! OH! OOOOOH!"

Susan started to rub her clit frantically as she pictured herself as the one being impaled on her son's hard pole, over and over.

Then, after another minute or two, Suzanne shrieked, "Sweetie, please! Please! Please have mercy! No! I can't take it! Too good! Too fucking GOOD!" There was a pause, and then she shouted even louder, "No! No! Oh dear God, NO! I can't, I can't... Can't take it! Oh God I'm gonna cum again! No! No! Oh God, please! Stop! Please! Can't... AAAAIIIEE! I'm cumming!"

Susan fell to her knees, her naked body dripping with sweat. She didn't have to hold her ear to the door with Suzanne yelling so loud. She was close to cumming already and willed herself to go over the edge, as she liked to cum as the same time as Suzanne. Even though they were in different rooms, she felt it brought them closer together and made her feel more like she was the one getting royally fucked.

Her eyes rolled into her head and she bit out on her lip to prevent herself from screaming out (since she wasn't really supposed to be there).

But just as she was recovering from that and about to stand up again, she heard Suzanne's voice, less loud but more incredulous: "What? Sweetie, no. No. You didn't cum and you want more? Sweetie, please. I'm so sensitive. ... What? You're not gonna rest? Sweetie, you're like an animal! ... SWEETIE! ... What... What are you doing? Oh my God! You're like a fucking MACHINE! Have, have, have mercy! Oh no! No! No more cock! Too much cock! Driving, driving cock! Stop! Stop, please!"

Susan fell to her knees again and resumed stroking her clit and pussy lips. Oh sweet Jesus! Can you hear that? He doesn't stop! He never stops! He IS a relentless fucking machine! I'd better get ready, because soon that's gonna be ME getting the jackhammer treatment all night long!

CHAPTER 8

About ten minutes later, Alan and Suzanne stumbled down the stairs together. They were leaning into each other, holding the other upright. They both staggered into the kitchen as if dead drunk and wasted. Suzanne wore a huge grin, positively radiating "just fucked!" in glowing neon letters. She slumped into a chair and Alan staggered into the chair next to hers. Both of them had glazed and glassy eyes.

Susan rushed over and eagerly asked, "Well? Don't just sit there, you two! Tiger, what did she teach you?" She was a bit disappointed to see that they were both dressed in robes instead of naked and ready for more fun, even though she was almost certain he'd be done for a good while in any case.

Alan and Suzanne looked at each other, exchanging amused smiles at Susan's boundless sexual enthusiasm. Then he turned to Susan. "Mom, it's supposed to be a secret. If I tell you now, what kind of secret is that?"

"But can't you give me a hint? Just a hint?" She was just like a spoiled little kid with no self-control at all. In fact, she had listened at the door until she had so many orgasms that her pussy couldn't take it anymore. She had nothing left to do but put on some clothes, go downstairs, and keep herself busy in the kitchen. But she was frustrated that she hadn't overheard any secrets being revealed. During their more quiet and restful moments when they presumably would have been talking talked about that kind of thing, they'd spoken in normal voices. But through the door she could really only hear the screaming and yelling.

Suzanne said, "Actually, when it comes to teaching, I think it was Sweetie here who taught me a few things."

"Oh yeah?" Susan asked. "What did he teach you? I thought you knew everything."

Suzanne laughed. "Yeah. Right. But he taught me he really IS the man of the house, and what he says goes. Time and again I told him to stop fucking me, but he just wouldn't stop! I just couldn't take it anymore; I was on sensory overload. Finally, I just gave in, since he wasn't listening anyway. I let him ravage me. Not that I had much say in the matter since he was on top most of the time and hammering away like a madman."

Suzanne was going to say more, but Susan cut in. "That sounds wonderful! But Tiger, I have to admit that that doesn't sound like you." She giggled. "Well, the hammering part does, but not the rest. Normally, you're so considerate of others."

He explained, "Yeah, well, I've decided that sometimes you have to listen to a woman's body instead of her mouth. Suzanne's mouth said no, but I could tell she really wanted more."

Suzanne exclaimed, "And did I! Susan, I didn't want to lose control. You know how that always frightens me. But I lost control. I totally lost control. I was nothing but Sweetie's fuck toy getting FUCKED! And my God, was it glorious! Bad Alan was really out in force."

Susan thought she was all sexed out for a while, but she felt her pussy moistening and her nipples hardening again. She started at her son with an intense "fuck me now" look.

He grinned at her boundless enthusiasm. He was already within arm's length of her, so he reached out and pinched one of her nipples through her top. "So Mom. You think that's exciting? Hearing me fuck Suzanne like that, and knowing that it'll be your turn soon?"

Susan just couldn't contain herself. She gasped, "Oh! Son!" And then she threw herself into his arms and kissed him on the mouth. They kissed frantically and passionately until they ran out of breath.

She brought her lips right up to his ear and whispered quietly, "Son, I know you know this already, but I just have to say it again: Mommy's ALWAYS gonna be here for you, no matter what! I love you and I love serving you. In all ways, but especially sexually!"

He couldn't help but smile at the extent of her undying love. "I love you too, Mom." As he pawed at her breasts through her blouse, he asked, "Mom, what's with all the clothes? You expecting Ron to come home any minute or something?"

"Oh, sorry, Son. I thought you'd be all fucked out for sure." She disengaged so she could pull her blouse over her head. Once she did that, she proudly thrust her bare rack forward and pushed it further up and forward with both hands from below.

"I am totally fucked out, as a matter of fact," he said. "But that doesn't mean I don't enjoy watching big bouncy mommy tits serve me dinner."

"Oh, Tiger!" Susan was so happy to hear that that she pulled her skirt off for good measure. She was sad that she wasn't wearing high heels and made a mental note to keep a pair stashed away in the kitchen for future "emergencies."

Eyeing Susan's posing, Suzanne asked Alan, "How does it eel to be hanging out with a couple of sexy MILF's?"

Susan was puzzled and didn't realize that was an acronym. "What's a milf?"

Suzanne explained, "It's stands for 'mother I'd love to fuck'. It's pretty common slang."

"Wow, really? People really say that?"

"Yep," Suzanne nodded. "It generally refers to a sexy woman who's a mother or the age of a mother."

Susan was delighted. "Oh my goodness! That's so incestuous. Maybe there's more hope for this society than I'd realized!" She was still posing for her son, and as she struck another pose, she asked him with a sultry purr, "What do you think, Tiger? Am I a MILF?"

Alan looked her up and down appreciatively. "Totally! Actually, you're a MIGFS - Mother I'm Gonna Fuck Soon." He winked. Then he asked her, "By the way, how's the dinner coming?"

"Good. It's almost ready." Luxuriating in his lingering look, she struck another sexy pose, folding her arms under her breasts to keep them thrust forward.

Suzanne smiled benevolently at Susan. "I hope you still have some time before it's ready, because I have a nice, sweet snack for you to eat."

Susan switched into full mothering mode, not understanding Suzanne's innuendo. "Now Suzanne, do I have to chide you like I chide my own children? Everyone knows that you shouldn't eat sweets before dinner."

Suzanne was wearing her robe very loosely, so Alan could look into the deep canyon of her cleavage and all the way down to her belly button. But standing right in front of Susan, Suzanne parted her legs widely and dramatically dropped the robe altogether, revealing a goopy mess drooling from her pussy. It was a creamy cocktail of her own juices mixed with Alan's. "Are you sure about that? Because here's that snack I was talking about. And it IS sweet. You know how yummy this tastes."

"Oh... my..." Susan whispered breathlessly. She stood still for a few more seconds, but then quickly fell to the floor on her knees. She hungrily licked up the spillage smeared all around inside Suzanne's crotch, and then fastened her mouth around her best friend's flowing pussy and sucked Alan's cum straight from the source.

Suzanne held Susan's head in both her hands, softly caressing Susan's hair while the horny mother eagerly gobbled up and swallowed all of her son's tasty cum out of Suzanne's well fucked and pussy. "You see, Susan, I'm learning how to be a little more sexually generous. You must have been sorely disappointed at being shut out of your own bedroom, but I hope this'll make it up to you."

Susan gave an emphatic "Mmmm-hmm!" while her tongue remained otherwise occupied. She just couldn't get over how incredibly good her son's cum tasted when mixed with the flavor of Suzanne's pussy juice. Sweet nectar of the gods, I could lick this all day and still not drink my fill!

Neither Susan nor Suzanne was expecting it, but Suzanne's red, puffy, and sore pussy got a surprise climax, thanks to Susan's tireless efforts to get every last drop of Alan's load out of her. Susan kept right on sucking right through the climax, drinking down and savoring Suzanne's orgasmic tribute to her efforts as though it were a fine wine.

Suzanne thought, Damn, that felt good. This just proves my new altruistic strategy is the right way to go. The more I give, the more I receive.

But eventually the fun came to an end. Suzanne left not long afterwards, feeling content and well-fucked.

Dinner passed relatively uneventfully.

Katherine had been busy studying, but appeared out of nowhere when the dinner call was heard.

Alan used the time to recover from the great fuck Suzanne had just put him through.

However, the dinner was hardly without its arousing moments. Katherine seemed to be in a rare non-erotic mood. But Susan, mindful of Alan's comment that he enjoyed "watching big bouncy mommy tits" serve him dinner, wore a very short robe that showed off her legs nicely. She made sure it was always open to the sash around her waist and that all of her perfect orbs were hanging out in the open at all times.

Things had reached a point in the Plummer house where Katherine didn't even feel the need to ask what was going on or make a comment about her mother's nakedness. Susan serving and eating dinner bare-breasted seemed perfectly normal to all of them.

But due to all the adventures Alan Junior had been through all day long, Alan could do nothing but mentally appreciate the beauty of his sister and mother. Still, it was a lot of fun to see Susan smirking with glee almost constantly.

When dinner was over, he went back upstairs and got serious with his books. He avoided all offers for stealth stroking help because it was work that required intense concentration. He had to memorize all kinds of facts for three separate tests the next day.

CHAPTER 9

Alan took occasional breaks to snack or hang out, but he only violated his no sex policy once that evening. On a break from his studies at around ten o'clock, he went looking to hang out with Amy and found her in the basement laundry room. She was there doing a load of laundry.

He got her attention by singing the tune "Baby Face," but changing the lyric slightly:

Amy face, You've got the cutest little Amy face
There ain't nobody can ever take your place, Amy face
My poor heart's a-jumping, you sure have started something
Amy face, well I'm in heaven when I'm in your fond embrace
Yeah I never need no shove, 'cos I just fell I fell in love with your pretty pretty Amy face

Amy loved it and giggled all the way through. "Cool! That's so sweet!"

"Hey Aims," he said casually, regarding her activity with mild curiosity. "What are you up to, doing laundry at our house?"

"I like it so much better over here, and I don't want to miss out on being around all the fun, even for a minute. Although, from what I hear, it sounds like I missed out on most of the excitement earlier. The word is you really laid the pipe into my mom. Is it okay if I do my laundry here?"

"Sure. I was just wondering, that's all. You and Suzanne have been over here so much lately it's like you might as well get it over with and start eating and sleeping here too."

Her eyes lit up. "Oh, can we? Can we, please? Gosh, that would be so great!" She put her hands together, as if begging him.

He chuckled. "I wasn't putting that forth as a suggestion, I was just trying to say you're here a lot. I mean, I'd love it, but I'm sure your dad would mind more than just a little if you and your mom never came home. Not to mention Brad."

"Oh." She pouted, but in a playful way. "Oh well." She went back to doing her laundry.

He just stood there, admiring her body as she bent over the washing machine.

"So, were you looking for me?" she finally asked.

"Yeah. I was just taking a break and wanted to just shoot the shit for a little while; see what you're up to."

"M'kay. Let me just finish starting this load. I need more clean clothes in a big way. Look! I'm all out of bras."

She was wearing a sleeveless cutoff T-shirt and a short skirt. This was supposed to be unsexy clothing worn during Alan's study session, but it was only unsexy in a relative sense compared to what was usually worn lately. She took her shirt in her hands and pulled it up over her tits. "You see? No bras left."

He knew that Amy explaining her supposed bra shortage was just an excuse for her to expose herself, since she wasn't wearing any underwear anyway.

"Oh, and look. I'm all out of panties too!" She pulled her skirt up and rubbed her hand over her big, fine ass.

She went on, "Oh no, whatever am I going to do, if I run out of clean clothes? Tomorrow I might have to go to school naked!" She was really hamming it up now, bending farther forward, thrusting her tits out, and cupping a tit with a hand. "When I'm done with this load, do you have a load to give me? You don't have to wait - you can give me your load to do right now!"

He was really impressed at how sexy and provocative she had learned to become in recent weeks. He figured that all his women were sharing information with each other. For one thing, all of them had suddenly started walking in the ultra sexy sashaying style Suzanne had perfected literally before Alan was even born. Even Amy was getting the hang of it and could turn it on or off at will.

But more than being impressed at her, he was just plain aroused. With a look of lust in his eyes, he dropped his shorts, stepped out of them, and walked towards her.

She stepped up to the washing machine and bent over it at a perfect 90 degree angle. Spreading her legs wide and pulling her pussy lips open with a hand, she cried out in mock-distress, "Oh no, Alan, what are you doing? Are you going to fuck me doggy style right on the washing machine? Please don't! It seems so very... improper!"

Both of them snickered at this joking reference to Susan's tag line for past futile protests.

Alan placed his hands on Amy's hips and thrust his penis right into her fuck hole. He thought, Fuck! I can never get over just how TIGHT she is! Damn, that's one wonderfully squeezy tight slit!

She cried out, "Alan, no! Please don't! Your studies! Remember your studies!" As he began thrusting into her, he noticed she had a look of anguish on her face. "No! Stop! What if someone hears? It's so wrong!"

She seemed so genuinely tortured that he stopped and asked, "Is there something wrong, Aims? I thought you wanted this?"

She turned her head around to look him in the eye, and Alan saw she was all smiles. "Oh, I do!" she said blissfully. "I was just pretending to mind, 'cos I thought it might turn you on. You know, like you're raping me and stuff. I thought that was a real turn-on for guys."

He was really pleasantly surprised. "You're some girlfriend! Cool. It may not be a turn-on for all guys, but it works for me, right now."

She added, "Oh, and I heard about how you slipped some serious dick into my mom earlier and you kept going even after she told you to stop. So I wanted you to try that out with me."

"Okay, sure. But what if you really do mean 'stop'?"

"Boyfriend, I'm totally sure you'll know a real 'no' when you hear one."

He wasn't so sure. After all, just seconds ago he couldn't tell if she was faking or not. But he nodded anyway. He was about to start up again, and he did thrust into her slowly a couple of times, but then another thought came to him and he paused. "Hold on. I know this is a weird time to talk about this, but you did meaning hearing about me fucking Suzanne. Are you really, really okay with that? Don't just say that you are. I wanna know your real honest to God feelings. I wanna be close to you, way closer than the typical boyfriend and girlfriend."

"I do too! That would be cool. So yes, to be super honest, I'm really, really, really, really, really super double duper okay with that. In fact, it totally gets me hot, thinking about you boning my mom."

"It does? But why?"

"I dunno. It just does. I guess all of Susan's talk is rubbing off on me. You know, how she's always going off about you fucking other girls. But I liked the idea even before she started into that. If she's all happy, and you're all happy, that makes me happy, too! It just seems right. I mean, if it was somebody who threatened my official girlfriend status, that would be totally different. But with you doing my mom, and Katherine and Susan, it just brings us all closer together. Besides, you know I'm attracted to girls too, and a threesome with you and my mom is way great, in my book."

"Wow, Aims, you're the coolest girlfriend ever." He resumed his thrusting, and he watched her face turn to agony and reluctance again.

"Oh no, Alan, no! Please don't do it! Stop fucking me so deep, and so hard! No, I can't take it! So intense! You're hurting my tight little pussy! Please! I'm going to call for help ... in a quiet voice ... in a few minutes ... when you're done ... after the second time."

They both laughed at that.

He figured he'd have a quickie, and then get back to studying. But lately he'd developed such powers of endurance that he could hardly have a five minute quick fuck if he wanted to. Of course he could will himself to cum most any time, but it just seemed wrong to give up a load too quickly. He always wanted his woman to have lots of nice climaxes too.

While he was drilling her, she said out of the blue, "Mmmm, bareback. I love bareback. Thank goodness Mom put me on the pill so we don't need those silly condoms!"

He was doing all of the work this time and wasn't in the mood for talking. He just grunted as he thrust forward, "Mmmm. Yeah."

"Speaking of bareback," she surprisingly continued, "the word around town in that you did both Heather and Ms. Rhymer bareback in school today."

Alan froze, freaked out by her comment. "'The word around town'?! What do you mean by that?!"

She giggled. "Oh, I don't mean 'town' town, I just mean around your harem. Katherine said you were talking about it at dinner."

Relieved, he resumed thrusting, but at a slower pace. "Well, yeah, we did. Don't scare me like that, though. No one can know about me and Glory. Nobody."

"Oh, I know that, you silly willy. I was just wondering: is it fun to pole your teacher bareback? How come she doesn't make you wear condoms?"

"Like you, she's got the double protection thing going on: diaphragm and birth control pills. And hell yeah, it's fun!" He was starting to thrust a little faster as the talk about Glory got him even more aroused than he already was.

"That sounds totally cool. I dig Ms. Rhymer, and she's sexy too. Sometimes I think about you bending her over her desk and doing her right in her classroom and I get all hot and bothered."

He laughed. "Sounds like you're really drunk the Susan Kool-Aid."

She giggled. "I guess so. But do you think there's a way I could watch, or maybe even... join in?"

"Sadly, no. I think she'd freak at the very idea."

"M'kay. Big time bummer. Maybe later though, when she joins the harem."

He was having a harder and hard time keeping up his end of the conversation. He wanted to stop talking already and just fuck Amy's brains out, but felt obliged to say, "First off, I don't have a harem. And second, whatever this group is, Glory ain't gonna join it. She's not wired like that. Now, can we just fuck for a while?"

"M'kay! But lying on the washing machine is fun but kinda ouchy. Can we move?"

So he helped her to the floor and then they did it on the floor of the laundry room with him lying on top of her. They had fun with that for a few minutes. Then she sat on him and they did it cowgirl style.

A few minutes later, he was back on top. They just kept going and going at an intense pace. Since he was considering this a "quickie" compared to his usual standards, he wasn't trying to slow his pace or take strategic breaks. He was going all out.

She continued to cry out and shriek in her high-pitched way so loudly that he was fairly surprised Susan or Katherine didn't come running to join in or at least watch.

Alan was normally fairly restrained when it came to making noise during sex, but this time he wasn't holding back in any way. As they both reached their climaxes together, he joined her in vying to see who could make the loudest screams. It felt absolutely fantastic. Her pussy was so tight that fucking it actually hurt him a bit sometimes, but in a "hurts so good" kind of way.

Before long they, were all done. They were sticky, sweaty, and panting for breath.

Amy lay on the floor under Alan, completely wiped out but satiated and deeply satisfied. "I'm so glad we did that! Mmmm. I love it when you get all bareback-y on me. It's totally great when you're all deep, deep inside me and then you let loose and spray the walls of my tight little pussy. It just feels so good! I can't explain it."

He merely replied with a vague "Mmmm." He figured that was one feeling he'd never be able to relate to.

She continued, "It's like, even though you couldn't really make me pregnant, what with the pill and everything, you kinda could have. You know?"

"Sounds like you're drinking the Katherine Kool-Aid, too."

"Kinda, but not really. I think she really wants to have you baby, like, last week already. I just find the idea hot in the moment. But I know I'm not ready to have kids yet."

"Good! Don't let her change you mind about that. I'm not ready either. No way."

She went on more wistfully, "I was beginning to think you weren't ever going to fuck me again. It's been days and days! I know I'm not as good a fuck as the others, but could you please fuck me more often?"

Alan felt bad. He thought to himself, If Amy were my girlfriend and she was all I had, we'd be fucking like bunnies every day. And it's so good. She's definitely right about having a "tight little pussy." She's just soooo fucking tight! There are just too many women I have to split myself between. How can I possibly keep up with the demand? I'm only one guy! I mean, it's been how many days since I last fucked her? Let's see...

He scanned his memory, and then said in protest, "Hey! We fucked on Tuesday afternoon. It's Thursday night. That's not so bad."

She pointed out in a very serious tone, "Yes, but that's more than 48 hours ago. If you count the first 24 hours as one day and the second as another, then it's been days and days!"

He thought she was dead serious, but then her face broke and she giggled loudly.

He laughed a little bit too. "Okay. It's been 'day and day.' Technically. Very technically, by a couple of hours. I'm trying my best. And you're lots of fun to have sex with, so don't put yourself down. By the way, I've noticed your boobs seem bigger lately. Is it just my imagination, or are you taller, too? Are you having a growth spurt?"

"Oh yeah! Totally! I'm so happy you noticed. I've grown half an inch taller and my bust size grew an inch bigger in just the last four weeks! Isn't that the most amazingest thing? My boobies are only two inches smaller than Mom's now. I do daily exercises to encourage them to grow. I think all the sex helps, since this spurt started around the same time that we started 'checking for bumps.' Wouldn't it be great if drinking your cum makes tits grow bigger?"

He laughed out loud, because he had a vision of his mother having to use two wheelbarrows to carry her tits around, based on the amount of his cum she drank pretty much daily.

She bubbled along, "I'm going to overtake Susan and Suzanne with the next growth spurt, just you wait and see! If we keep fucking enough, who knows what I'll look like in a couple of months! Isn't that cool?" She thrust her chest forward proudly.

He knew the spurt must have been a coincidence with the onset of all her sexual activity, but still his mind boggled at the thought of Amy looking as stacked as Brenda, yet as tall as Suzanne. He was happy about her growth spurt, but also worried about the impact. Sis in particular is not going to be happy about this. Now Amy's more stacked than she is. Sis is really, really sensitive about the whole breast size thing. Why can't SHE have a growth spurt? It would make her so happy.

Alan was able to return after that to his homework with no significant worries on his mind. His increasingly insatiable sexual appetite was temporarily sated, which allowed him to focus on his work better than before.

CHAPTER 10

Susan eventually came in to give Alan a goodnight kiss before midnight. It actually was just a relatively tame French kiss by recent Plummer house standards.

She stood up and said, "Good night. I'm sure you don't want your mother to pester you about cocksucking every single minute of the day, so I'll let you be. Sweet dreams, and don't ever forget that I love you."

"Love you too, Mom. G'night." Thinking she was about to go, he picked up the book he'd been reading before she came in.

But then she didn't immediately leave.

She stood next to where he lay reading in bed, wearing the same short robe she'd had on at dinner. she was fidgeting about in a very distracting manner.

"Tiger, there's something I need to talk to you about." She shifted nervously as he put his book down and looked up. "It's about boundaries. Well, my boundaries actually." She blushed and lowered her gaze, unable to look her son in the eye as she worked up her courage.

Alan was caught completely unprepared for this kind of behavior and topic. "Huh?" he asked, somewhat bewildered. He put his book away completely and braced himself for a big lecture. She hadn't had any major 'boundary issues' since the therapy visit to Xania's office.

He thought, What kind of boundaries is she going to put in place now? And just when we're ready to finally fuck, too. Is this going to be another backslide to her prudish ways?!

She plowed ahead before she could lose her nerve. "I want you to violate my boundaries more often! From now on, whenever you want to or need to really 'get my attention,' there's one way that's the best way to do it. Push your cock all the way into my ass and flex it around! Just like you did to me yesterday. Don't tell me you're going to do it or ask for my permission, just bend me over and stretch my asshole around your big, fat, hard, manly cockmeat any time you feel like it! You know my ass is always lubed and ready for you now, so there's no need for words whenever you stuff my butt with your humongous prick."

He was trying to will his erection not to get hard, but not really succeeding. He smiled, but he rolled his eyes in frustration too. "Oh, is that all?"

She quickly corrected, "No, I mean, I know you're only human. I'm not talking about a serious assfuck every time, although that would be nice. It's just that intimate feeling of fullness back there is what I'm craving."

He noticed that her robe, which was hanging loosely on her to begin with, was somehow magically opening up still further as she stood there, even though her hands never moved to adjust it. Her nipples soon came into view.

She giggled and added, "For starters. Of course, I'd love it even more if you want to give me an excellent buggering, but I know you have limits. ... Wouldn't it be great if you could surprise me with a fuck up the ass, then turn me over and fuck my hungry cunt? Then, after you've filled those holes to the brim so I'm leaking your sperm everywhere, you'd go for the hat trick and deposit another load in my talking cunt. You know, my mouth. Wouldn't that be nice if you could do that every time you see me?"

Her sash was slowly coming undone, bringing her dark brown bush into view. Her voice sped up as her enthusiasm grew. "Oh, and then you'd fuck my tits and leave a big load on my chest so I could rub it around. And with the cum dripping off of my tits, plus another new load on my face, the other three women could have such a tasty time cleaning me up! And then the milk will start squirting..."

She was staring off into space, fantasizing, but snapped back to reality as it occurred to her that she shouldn't be talking about her milking plans just yet. "Oh. Sorry. Did I get carried away there?"

"Just a bit." He rolled his eyes again, though he was more amused by her enthusiasm than anything else. "My talking cunt?" She's calling her mouth "my talking cunt" and it goes by without mention? What's next? This used to be my prudish ol' mom!

But he was frustrated, too. It seemed that none of his women truly understood that he had limits, as none of them could fully fathom what he did with his other women at other times of the day. He was very aware of the fact that her robe had slid off one shoulder and then the other, as if acting all on its own. Only the loose sash around her waist kept it from falling to the floor, and it looked like the sash was about to come completely undone. He had a feeling his penis would be called on very soon, but it was totally wiped out from an extremely busy day.

She continued forcefully, "Okay, let's get back to the preferable attention getting greeting. This will henceforth be the PROPER," and he couldn't miss the strong emphasis she placed on that word, "way to 'get my attention' in the future and I will expect you to do it properly at each and every opportunity that presents itself, from now on. Do I make myself clear?"

"Uh... sure, I guess. I'll try. But I may not always be up for it."

She gave him a heartwarming and very motherly smile. "I know you'll do your best, Tiger."

"Mom, are you SURE that you want me to fill your ass every single time that I-"

She closed her eyes and cupped the undersides of her large tits with both hands. "Absolutely!"

"Then I'll work harder on, uh, violating your boundaries, um, the way you ... uh... want me to?" He was confused. For one thing, he couldn't tell just how serious she was about this. To simply walk up and thrust his dick into her ass every time he said hello or wanted her attention was completely impractical. She was so aroused that she looked like she was on the verge of a great orgasm, so he didn't know if she was just describing an erotic fantasy or what. But at the same time he also felt rather overwhelmed by her love and desire.

"Yes!" she breathed happily. "Just violate me generally, in every way you can! Mommy's proper place is bent over and naked, getting violated by her son!" She was panting hard. "Tiger, you make your mommy so very happy!"

She bent far over and kissed him again on the cheek. That caused her dangling breasts to swing wildly underneath her.

Inside she mentally shouted, I'm going to be his butt slut! I had the guts to tell him my fantasy, and he's going to do it! Well, one of my fantasies. Butt Slut is going to have to compete with my desires to be Tonsil Tickling Tart and Vaginal Vixen, heh-heh! Not to mention my favorite, Milky Mooing Mammary Mommy! I just can't get enough of him. Oh, Tiger!

His head bobbed as he watched her heaving bare chest swing and sway in every direction.

She winked at him, and then sat down on the edge of his bed. "Sorry to get carried away like that. Am I bothering you?"

"No. Definitely not. You're very entertaining, and your constant enthusiasm gives me energy. Unfortunately, I'd love to get aroused, and I am in my mind, but my penis isn't cooperating. It's had a busy day."

She pulled down his covers and reached out for his penis. It was twitching, but only half hard at best. "That's too bad, 'cos Mommy's all naked for you." (Technically, her robe was still clinging on her, but it wasn't covering much except some of her legs.)

Her chest heaved as she continued, "Mommy needs a good reminder of who's in charge here. Mommy wants you to prove your total domination and control all over again by fucking her face! Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Would you like to paint my face white with your penis paintbrush? Mommy would be so proud to wear your special spermy sauce! Good Lord, Mommy would love that SO MUCH!"

"Mom! I swear! You get me so aroused! But really, we shouldn't. I made a solemn vow to have absolutely no more hanky panky for the rest of the night. And even i I wanted to violate that, my penis doesn't feel up for it."

"I'm sorry. Your homework comes first. Let's talk about something else before I get carried away again. ... Oh! I know. I forgot to tell you, but Akami called a couple of times today. I haven't really been answering the phone much lately..."

She mentally recalled her morning with Suzanne and Xania, and then how Suzanne managed to squeeze in several hours of lactation inducing nipple sucking before Alan got home and also while he was napping. She shook the thoughts clear and tried to focus on the non-sexual things she had to say. "But I heard her on the answering machine a while ago. She said she wanted to talk to you about Dr. Fredrickson. There was something kind of funny about her voice. I dunno. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Weird, huh?"

"Yeah."

As she talked, she held both her breasts and idly hefted one up and then the other, back and forth, like she was titfucking an invisible penis. "Anyway, it wasn't like an emergency, and she didn't really explain why she was calling at all, except that she really wanted to speak to you. I imagine you can't call her back tomorrow morning because you'll be in school, but I'm sure you'll figure it out when you go in for your appointment tomorrow afternoon. Or actually, already today, since it's past midnight by now. Is she a good fuck, by the way? Vaginally, I mean."

"Sure. Mom, there's no such thing as a bad fuck. Oh, I guess there probably is for a lot of people, but I haven't had one yet. I don't know how there could be bad fucks, 'cos every time I stick my dick in a pussy and start thrusting, it feels beyond great."

She eyed his penis, but if anything it seemed more flaccid than it did a minute before. So instead of grasping his penis, she brought her hand down to her pussy lips. "Tell me more. What's it like?"

He laughed. "Mom, you sound like a virgin. But you've had real vaginal sex more often than I have."

Susan thought back to the times she'd had sex with her husband. "Technically that's true, though probably just barely. Most years, you could count the number of times Ron and I did the deed on one hand. Remember, Ron is gay. And believe me, he made love to his wife like a gay man, if you can imagine what I mean by that. Let's just say that, prior to the first time you shoved your cock down my throat, I had no idea what everyone was raving about with the whole sex thing. You're the first and only straight man who'll ever enter my cunt until the day I die."

She paused, and got more excited as she thought about that. "Oooh! That's true. In a way, I'm a virgin for my son! Ron doesn't really count. You'll be the only man to ever feel pleasure pounding my defenseless pussy!" She began fingering her pussy lips more overtly. "I can't stop thinking about it! I mean, Son, imagine me with my legs up as I hold my ankles next to my ears. Can you picture that? I want you to drill me so deep that your cock'll come up my throat and I'll be able to suck you off at the same time!"

He laughed at that physically impossible image.

She stood up, then bent over to pick up her robe, which somehow had managed to fall to the floor even though she'd been sitting in it on the edge of his bed the whole time. "Goodnight, my lovable, cuddly Tiger."

"Wait!" he complained. "You can't leave me like this."

She looked at his penis. It was completely flaccid. "What? You're down for the count and you said you're going to stay that way."

"I know, but after all that sexy talk I'm really mentally aroused."

She dropped her robe. Then she stood back and stuck her arms straight out to either side while also spreading her legs wide. "What, then? Son, you own me, body and soul. I'm here to serve you in every way. That's what good mommies do. Just tell me what to do; I'm at your command."

He looked at her. Wow, man. I don't care that I've cum what feels like ten thousands times today already. If my penis was feeling the slightest flicker of life, I'd get up and fuck me some of that! I used to think having such a hot mom was a curse, but now it's the greatest thing ever! And she's all mine. All mine!

"Well, I don't know," he admitted. There were so many things he wanted to do her but couldn't. "The physical limits of the penis can be such a drag. ... Hey! I know, what if we make out a little while? After all, you're not going to forget to kiss and tuck me in, right? That kiss earlier hardly even counted. It didn't even last five minutes, so I call do overs."

Her eyes lit up and she practically leapt into his bed. Within seconds she was on top of hip, engaged in a deep lip lock.

For once, because his penis was out of it and he was generally exhausted, they focused almost entirely on kissing. Of course it didn't hurt that she was grinding her pussy against his thigh and smothering him in tit-flesh, but still the kiss was the center of attention.

They had a lot of fun just making out for fifteen minutes or more at a relaxed pace.

He loved to stare into the pools of her brown eyes and run his hands through her long brown hair. He decided that he didn't stroke or appreciate her hair often enough.

When they'd had their fill, she remained on top of him. "Son, you know... I'm not dumb, but I'm not Mensa material, either. Most of that intellectual stuff Suzanne is always trying to interest me in just don't grab me that much. I used to spend far too much time watching those daytime soap operas. I know my smarts are middle of the road and the thing God really blessed me with is my body. But you! You're so clever. A big busty woman like me has no chance against you! If I'd never met you before but you and I were to have a public debate about, say, the merits of creationism versus evolution, you'd not only win the debate, but somehow you'd twist things around and defeat me so soundly that I'd wind up on my knees with your big fat cock in my mouth right there up on the stage!"

"What? How would that work?"

"Just trust me on this. My point is, I can't hope to resist your big cock and smarts. My only option is to SERVE! To pleasure your cock each and every day and guzzle down gallons of your sperm! I know you've heard it before from me, but I just want you to know that I believe it so strongly that it's like religion for me. And once you tame my pussy, I will be that much more your eternally faithful sex toy."

"Hey, Mom, I don't think of you as a sex t-"

She lay a finger across his lips, silencing him before he could finish. "Don't fight it. Just let me think like that, okay? It makes me happy. But the reason I bring it up is that I worry so much that someday soon you'll up and go to college and forget all about me. Okay, maybe not forget ALL about me, but I'll only see you a couple of times a year. The rest of the time I'll be pining away, dreaming about you, wishing I could be one of those busty college coeds that you're nailing every night."

"Mom, that's soooo not true! Don't even think like that. Wherever I go, I want you to go too. Mom, you're my mom! Even before all this sex stuff started, we were so much closer than most mothers and sons. I can't even imagine living without you, and you don't have to act like a sex toy to keep me close. I LOVE you. I need you. No one will ever replace you. No one!"

"Oh Son! You make me so happy!" She kissed him again. Then she added, "Believe me, the sex toy thing is not an act, either. Call me submissive, but-"

"NOOOO!" he joked, pretending to be shocked.

She laughed but stood up. "All right Mr. Funny Guy, that's enough incestuous titty fun for you tonight." She acted all put out, but then she leaned forward gave him another hug and a kiss on the lips. Then she made a big production of tucking him in bed, which mostly consisted of her dangling her boobs within inches of his face while she took her sweet time pretending to fiddle with the sheets.

"I can't believe your penis never got hard again," she commented as she held his semi-hard penis one last time, stroking it a little bit. "You must truly be worn out."

"I am. You always talk about draining my balls completely dry. Well, today that pretty much happened."

"Good!" Finally she was done. She walked to his door and turned out the lights. "Good night, my love."

"Night, Mom."

As she walked back to her room holding her robe in her hands, she sang her own words to the chorus of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker":

"I'm a son fucker!
Bed tucker!
Cock sucker!
Won't you shoot your mess on me?

I'm a son fucker!
Bed tucker!
Cock sucker!
Tiger, won't you squirt a load or three!"

She giggled gleefully. I just love these goodnight tuck ins! I've never felt happier or more loved in my entire life! I climaxed so many times today that my pussy actually can't take any more either. Heck, I even came once just kissing and cuddling. Oh! And then the lactating will start soon. Oh! And the proper fucking! Oh, oh, oh! Is my life perfect, or what?!

The downside of not being able to get hard and climax was that he was left still feeling horny. He thought as he lay in his dark room, She's completely insatiable! She's right that she's not a complicated intellectual type person. She's always lived by a simple code and stuck to it like, well, like it was the Word of God. And in her mind it literally was the Word of God when she was in her super Christian mode. Now she's still into being religious, but her code has gotten all rearranged and somehow tending to my cock has become her number one mission. I don't quite understand it, but hell, I sure am loving it! The only downside is that her intensity can get to be a little much. I think she'll mellow out in time, but will my dick fall off by then? Heh-heh!

He was feeling tired and considered going to sleep, but guilt got the best of him and he decided to stay up a little longer and get some more homework done. He got back out of bed, even though he'd just been "tucked in." Heck, probably my only chance of getting anything done around here is after the nymphos have gone to sleep.

CHAPTER 11

He did get some work done for about an hour or so, but then his mind began to wander. Just when he was thinking about packing it in and hitting the sack, he heard the sounds of Katherine using the bathroom. It was well past one in the morning by this time, and he correctly assumed she was doing her going to sleep rituals after some serious studying of her own.

He thought, One thing Amy reminded me about today is that the squeaky wheel gets the grease. Mom and Aunt Suzy have been all over me and good ol' Aims and Sis have been getting a bit neglected lately. I need to be more proactive. I'll bet Sis'll love it if I sneak into her room and surprise her.

So waited until she was in bed with the lights off, then came in and roused her by whispering, "Sis?"

She immediately bolted up in her bed; she wasn't as asleep as he'd thought. "Brother! What are you doing here?"

He was a bit surprised to get a rare look at her without a hair band and her hair in a mess. He actually rather liked it.

She quickly warmed up to his presence though and said in a sultry voice, "Soooo... Do Alan and Alan Junior want to play?" She wasn't sure of the condition of his penis given the darkness and the robe he was wearing.

He walked up next to where she sat up in bed. He replied while caressing her face with his hand, "Alan does, but Alan Junior is completely wiped out. I'm sorry."

"Grrr! I'm always at the bottom of your list."

"That's not true. I'm here now because I love you and I want to be with you. I can't help poor Alan Junior, but the rest of me is here right now."

Her mood changed. "Awww, that's so sweet. Sorry that I get so jealous, but I can't help it sometimes. And sorry if I make you feel like Alan Junior is more impor-"

He cut her off by kissing her on the lips. He was frustrated at his temporary impotence, but he'd had a lot of fun doing little more than kissing his mother a while earlier and thought he'd try it out on his sister too.

Katherine really liked that and soon they were lying on her bed and madly kissing each other.

They kissed for a long while, but he didn't stop there. Just as he did with Susan, he stroked her hair and stared into her eyes. Eventually, they cuddled more than kissed, but she loved the intimacy they were sharing more than another wild sex act. She especially loved the way that he kept proclaiming his love for her.

She was almost disappointed when he started scooting down to eat her out, because she'd been enjoying the kissing, cuddling, and sweet talk so much. She was practically ready to cry tears of joy. He loves me! He really, really loves me! He doesn't just love me as one of his fuck toys, it's so much MORE!

He began licking her belly button and then licking his way down from there.

But when he reached where her bush used to be, she gently but firmly stopped his head with both hands. "Wait. You don't have to do that, Big Sea Cucumber Brother. You don't have to feel like you owe me."

"Who said anything about owing you?"

"It's just that I know you're not big on going down on girls."

"That's not true. Sure, it's not my top priority, especially with blowjobs and titfucks being thrown my way at every turn, but I'm getting to like it, especially on bald pussies like yours. The thing I'm really not into is the hair. With my penis out of commission for the night, this is a great time to practice. Besides, I think your pussy tastes great. It's my favorite to eat."

"Really?" She let go of his head, allowing him to go lower. "You're just saying that."

"Nope. It's tangy but sweet. Maybe we're actually genetically related, 'cos it's kind of like how people go off about describing my cum - tangy and sweet. Or maybe it's 'cos we eat the same things. Whatever it is, it makes a yummy midnight snack."

"Damn you and your charming ways." But she was all smiles, and the smiles only grew bigger when his tongue got to work on her clit and labia.

He did have fun eating her out, even though in all honesty he was doing it more for her than for himself. Cunnilingus still wasn't high up on his list of favorite sex acts, although he did enjoy her taste as much as he said he did.

When it was all over, he left her feeling very content and well loved. She didn't exactly mind the orgasms he gave her, either.

But he was also struck at how emotionally distraught she could get by going all day without having sex with him. He knew that he hadn't been spending as much time with her in the past for some days now. He thanked his lucky stars that he had the idea for the surprise visit, at least. He also made a mental vow to himself to spend more time with her tomorrow.

He finally went to bed around two in morning, satisfied that he'd actually accomplished quite a lot with his homework backlog. He looked forward to the weekend and beyond, with the prospect of a hiking trip and lots of sex next week, instead of the big pile of homework that had bedeviled him all during this week.

As he lay in his bed, some of the things Susan said during her "tuck in" session reverberated around his mind. That was strange, what Mom said about Akami's phone call. It was especially odd how she said that there was something funny, but that she couldn't quite put her finger on it. That's exactly how I felt about my last appointment; like Akami was sending off bad vibes. Almost like she was afraid of something. And when Mom got back from her medical appointment on Monday, she seemed very weird about that, too. She didn't want to talk about it, like something odd had happened to her.

Well, enough of this mystery. It's been nagging at me for far too long. My confidence has grown by leaps and bounds lately. I feel like I'm going from triumph to triumph, at least sexually speaking, and that makes me feel great all over about everything. I'm just going to walk into the doctor's office tomorrow and get this all straightened out. There's no need for pussyfooting around. I'm gonna take care of that and a lot of things tomorrow. What with the weekend scouting trip finally coming up, I've got so much to do before I finally go.

Maybe tomorrow will be the big day with Mom. I just hope my penis will be feeling better when I wake up. Fucking Suzanne was great, but I think I pushed it a little too far with that last orgasm with her and my dick basically cried uncle. I'd better get a good night's rest 'cos it's going to be quite a day, I can feel it. Mmmm. Sex with Mom!

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