Spacer X Stories: Part 44

SIX TIMES A DAY
Part 44: Girls Just Want to Have Fun

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CHAPTER 1 (Saturday, Nov. 23)

It was a beautiful day. Susan Plummer was lying on a towel by her backyard pool beneath a clear blue sky, reveling in the joy of living. Her best friend Suzanne sat above her, rubbing suntan lotion into her back. They were nude, as usual.

Alan had left the night before for a weekend hiking trip with the Boy Scouts. But before he left, his final words had completely shaken up the order of things in the Plummer household. The fallout was still sorting itself out a day later.

"You know, Suzanne," said Susan, "I'm so happy I could die. Aren't you?"

"Definitely. I'm not as thrilled with The Pact as you are, but having Alan become my son has made me happier than I've ever been in my life. The question is, what happens now?"

"I'm glad you asked. Obviously, there are going to have to be some changes around here. Big changes. First of all, of course, my frisky Tiger is going to give me the thorough fucking I've been denying myself for so long. The very minute he gets back!"

"Finally!" Suzanne said emphatically. "You're way, way overdue."

"I know. I've been torturing him for so long, and he's been so good and patient. I'll have to make it up to him in a big way. Having him fuck me is just the start. I want him to use my busty body in any way he sees fit for as long as he likes. Maybe that'll start to rectify the balance."

"But you'd want him to do that to you in any case," Suzanne pointed out.

"Good point." Susan laughed. "But nonetheless, that's the first and most important thing on my mind. The next thing is that we have to throw what's left of my old rules and boundaries out the window."

"Now you're talking," Suzanne agreed.

"But everybody needs rules to live by, so we have to have some rules. We'll start from scratch. Actually, we should build on The Pact Tiger forced us to agree to yesterday."

"Now, hold on," Suzanne said. "He didn't force us to agree to anything. We all freely-"

Susan interrupted with a sigh. "I know. But can't you at least let me pretend? You're no fun."

Suzanne grinned. "Sorry."

"Anyway, the new rules will be what Alan said before he left. We are all a family now. Now he has two mothers and two sisters to fuck, anywhere and everywhere he wants. It's gonna be heaven on Earth for him, but also for all of us. We should take that one step further. He's our master, and our top priority is to serve. If Alan insists on something, then we must obey! And if we don't, then we have to get spanked. And fingered! And fucked! If he says, 'Mommy, come to the next cheerleading squad practice and give some hands-on-dick demonstrations of how to blow me so MY squad can get better, then I have no choice but to obey his every command. Even if it means that he fucks my cunt in front of Heather and the rest, that's what I'll have to go, 'cos good mommies get fucked by their sons."

Suzanne rolled her eyes, knowing that her best friend was mostly just fantasizing now. "Yes, dear."

"And now that you're his mommy too, you know the same applies to you. I know you're normally an independent and even domineering woman, but if you're serious about being his mother, you can't take The Pact halfheartedly. You may not like the words 'sex slave' but that's what you are." Susan was panting with arousal. Merely saying the words "sex slave" nearly gave her a small orgasm.

"I know," Suzanne said both jokingly and seriously. "I've made my bed and I'm ready to lie in it, and then get royally fucked in it."

"Good." But then Susan turned surprisingly serious. "However, Suzanne, you have to realize that I still need to be the number one mother. I'm happy to consult with you and I want to consult with you, but I still have to have final say over what happens around here, is that understood? I need to have some control in my life. You're strong and a natural leader, but I'm not, so I need a kind of title of authority."

"It's understood," Suzanne answered, surprised to see Susan veering from her usual sex obsessions and even calming down a bit. "I'm just honored to be part of the Plummer family, even if it's just in spirit." She really meant that.

"I have a feeling that eventually it will be more than just in spirit. If Alan marries Amy, then you'll legally become his mother, even if it's only mother-in-law. Then Amy will be both his wife AND his sister! Won't that be great? It gets me so excited and hot!"

"Me too. I can't wait." She meant that too. Just talking like this while running lotion into Susan's bare ass cheeks was getting her extremely worked up.

"You can't wait? God, think about me! I'm so ready for Sunday night that I'm about to die! I'm literally ready to die. I hope he's not all tired out from the hike, because he needs to fuck me in every room of the house before I'm gonna let him get any sleep. I get so hot just thinking about it! Just the idea practically makes me cum."

Suzanne replied with more vigorous rubbing instead of words. Her hands went up and down Susan's spine as she rubbed copious amounts of coconut-scented suntan oil into Susan's lightly tanned skin.

As she did that, she thought, I wish I hadn't encouraged Susan quite so much to let ALL of her sexual hang-ups go. The way she goes on sometimes with this sex slave stuff can get on my nerves. But even if I'd been smarter in bringing her along, I think this is pretty much where we were going to end up in any case. Well, more or less. I've learned that Susan absolutely loves to submit, and Angel isn't that different, except she's more "uppity" about it. Amy's basically willing to go along with whatever the rest of us do - if we were all wearing S&M biker outfits, she'd wear one and not even bat an eye about it. So some kind of harem and some kind of "pact" was inevitable.

I honestly wonder if it's some kind of biological thing. If a man gives you an orgasm that just about literally melts your mind, your bond to him just deepens and deepens.

Susan happily "mmmmed" in response to Suzanne's massage. "You ever think how similar suntan lotion looks and feels to Alan's thick and tasty cum?"

"Of course. I was imagining that this cream in my hands was his cum instead of the lotion even before you said that. My goal is to cover every single square inch of you in cum so thickly that there'll be smears of white everywhere. I'll probably end up using the whole bottle."

"Please do! That's so fucking hot! If only Alan could really squirt out that much sperm. Let me do you, too. I wonder if some obscure company somewhere makes cum-scented suntan lotion."

"Probably. I'll look into it. Although I doubt they'd have Alan cum-scented lotion in stock."

Susan slurred in a voice unintentionally similar to a drooling Homer Simpson, "Alan flavor. Mmmm... so good."

The way Suzanne was doing it, the suntan lotion also doubled as an all over massage.

Susan was so relaxed that she felt like she'd melted into a puddle. After another minute or so, she recovered a bit and continued, "Anyway, dropping the rules is just the beginning. There's going to be big changes as we contemplate our new lives of eternal incestuous sexual servitude! For instance-"

Suzanne groaned inwardly at the words "eternal incestuous sexual servitude." Feeling sexually submissive with Alan could get her really worked up at times, but now wasn't one of those times since Susan was acting even more over the top about it than usual, plus Alan wasn't even around.

She said, "Wait a sec, Mom. If we're talking big changes, let's bring our two daughters in on this. I see they're up and about, scrounging around in the kitchen."

"'Two daughters!' I love that! And I love it when you call me 'Mom,' just like I love calling you 'Mother.' It makes me so hot." Everyone had agreed that the words "mom" or "mommy" could only be used to refer to Susan and "mother" could only be used for Suzanne, in order to avoid confusion.

Suzanne laughed. "Everything gets you hot these days, Susan. I swear, you're talking about feeling 'so hot' even more than when Alan is here."

"I know. That's because when he's here my mouth is usually too full of cock for me to say much at all."

"You wish!" Both of them laughed.

"I know. I'm just so excited about getting royally fucked by Alan tomorrow night. But not everything gets me hot. Let me think. Hmm... Maybe asparagus," she joked. "I've always hated asparagus."

"I'll bet I could get you pretty hot just using sticks of asparagus," Suzanne suggested in a husky voice. As if to emphasize her point, she began "applying lotion" between Susan's legs, except that she didn't bother with actually using any lotion. She pistoned her index finger in and out of Susan's dripping pussy, keeping her finger stiff as if it was a stalk of asparagus.

"I'll bet you could, too!" Susan said laughing. "Mmmm. Just like that. Put another 'asparagus stalk' or two in there." She spread her legs to give Suzanne better pussy access and make sure that her plea to get fingered wouldn't go ignored.

Suzanne didn't immediately respond with more fingers. She wanted to do a little more teasing first.

That frustrated Susan enough for her to roll over and bend over backwards. With her ass sticking straight up in the air and her knees around her breasts as she lay back on her head and shoulders, there could be no mistaking what she wanted. "Look at me, Suzanne, look at me! This is how I'm gonna be come Sunday night! Except that my whole body's gonna be shaking from his jackhammer drilling!"

Suzanne could hardly resist the feast of pussy practically shoved up into her face like that, and pushed two stiff "asparagus stalks" deeper into Susan's needy hole. But she stopped momentarily to shout towards the house, "Katherine! Amy! Can you two come out here for a minute?"

Susan cooed as Suzanne fingered her, "Tell one of them to bring the breast pump." Susan laughed to herself, and said, "And, by the way, you should know that the very thought of a breast pump..."

"...makes me so hot," Susan and Suzanne both said at once, causing them both to laugh.

"But it's true!" Susan insisted once she'd stopped laughing. "It really does excite me terribly. I'm so close to lactating. You saw the drop of milk we squeezed out of my left teat earlier. It's working! I'm going to be Tiger's fuck cow. His moo toy. He's going to milk his mommy ALL day long. ... I think about him branding my ass cheek with a great big letter 'A' and it gets me so hot!"

Suzanne rolled her eyes. She found Susan's sex cow fantasies a little odd and over the top, even by Susan's recent standards. "I know, I know. But who needs a breast pump when you've got my mouth? All of our mouths, for that matter."

"But Suzanne. He's gonna be back in less than 36 hours, and I've got so far to go! This weekend needs to be all about speeding up the lactation. I want to be gushing milk by tomorrow night! I want geysers of milky goodness to spurt from each tit and cover him in as much milk as he always covers me in cum! We need extreme measures!"

"Relax. There's only so much you can do. You've already made so much progress in such a short..." Suzanne's voice trailed off because her attention was captured by Amy and Katherine.

The two girls came bouncing out to the pool with their usual youthful enthusiasm. The only clothes they wore were half bras to help keep their tits high and firm. All four females generally wore them at times like these when Alan wasn't around. Even the high heels were off, to give their feet a much needed rest. But if any neighbor was lucky enough to look into the Plummer backyard, they would have seen four nude Playboy model-quality beauties.

"Hey Moms!" Amy said brightly, as she idly cupped one of Katherine's ass cheeks, giving it a playful squeeze. "What's up?"

Suzanne looked at her daughter and practically shrieked. "Holy Mother of God! Honey Pie! What happened to you?"

"What, Mom? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about your tits, daughter of mine. Is it just me, everybody, or does it look like Amy's growth spurt is increasing the size her bust by the hour? You look bigger in the chest than Susan and I do!"

Amy giggled. "Oh, that. I wish! No, that's just what happens to them with the push-up half-bras."

"Push-OUT, more like," Suzanne muttered. She thought, Amazing! So much has changed in the last twenty-four hours. I have half a mind to just up and do my own daughter with a strap-on, and now there's nothing stopping me from doing it! But all she said out loud was, "Darling, you look so deliciously fuckable. Alan would totally want to bone you."

Susan could see that Katherine, with her comparatively smaller rack, was none too happy with this discussion. She quickly added, "So do you, Angel. Very fuck worthy. Why, I dare say you look even more fuckable than Amy does today. It's a good thing Tiger isn't here, 'cos he wouldn't be able to decide which sister to nail first. That half bra makes you look sooo very busty too. We should wear those when he's here instead of when he's not. But it's your hard, tanned, trim, and toned body that really does it for me."

Suzanne belatedly saw the need to be diplomatic because of Katherine's boob size issues and joined in, "Oh, definitely. Angel, your muscle tone is second to none, compared to all of us softies. You look like you were born and bred to FUCK. In fact, both of you kids look TOO good. Susan, I hate to say it, but the younger generation is taking over."

Katherine blushed in response to the praise and forgot all about Amy's growing boobs. She knew she was easily the most tanned and toned of the group and she particularly loved the "born and bred to fuck" line. For one thing, she loved the word "breed" because it made her think of having Alan's babies. The mere thought of that now always got her hormones racing and her pussy wet, even though she knew he said he wasn't going to knock her up for a long time to come (if he had even committed to that, which was frustratingly unclear).

Amy was in fact having an almost freakishly big growth spurt these last couple of weeks, and most of the growth centered on her chest. She'd gone from a D-cup to a double D already showed no sign of stopping. She claimed that she could make her boobs grow through sheer willpower, and had decided to make them bigger once the tit-loving Alan became her official boyfriend.

Katherine knew this explanation was impossible and absurd, but nonetheless she frequently tried to will her tits to grow too. So far she'd had absolutely no success at all.

Amy strutted around near the edge of the pool, bending this way and that to proudly show off her impressive cleavage. She asked, "So what's shakin'?"

Suzanne nodded to the bottle of suntan lotion. "Well, aside from your tempting and jiggly twin peaks, I was in the middle of covering Susan with that bottle of Alan's cum when I got an urgent request to insert some imaginary asparagus up her cunt."

Amy and Katherine exclaimed simultaneously, "Alan's cum?! Really?!"

"No, not really," Suzanne admitted with a touch of sadness in her voice. "But with him gone, we have to play pretend." She temporarily pulled her soaked fingers out of Susan's pussy, held them up stiffly for the girls to see, and wiggled them around. "That's not why I called you both out here, though. Susan was just talking about big changes, so I thought you two would want hear what she has to say. Where were you, Mom?"

Susan clarified, while remaining in her awkward ass-up position, "I was just saying that we need new rules. Tiger is the man of the house, and as tempted as I am to obey him in all things, he still needs parenting. As we've talked about before, Suzanne and I can be a good cop, bad cop combo. But we'll need your help, too. The main thing is, we don't want him to get a big head."

Katherine joked, "Mom, you'd better watch your language there for double meanings. Big head? Maybe you mean he shouldn't get cocky. No, that's no good. He shouldn't have a stick up his butt? No, we all know what THAT starts us thinking about. Let's see. What exactly is the thrust of your point, so to speak? No, that's no good. We can't let him beat around the bush? No, that's dangerous. He shouldn't get stuck on-"

Suzanne interrupted, even as she giggled along with the rest, "All right, daughter. Very amusing. But Susan DOES have a point. And no, not THAT thick and meaty point."

Katherine joked some more, "Speaking of points, do you have any more of that asparagus?" She squatted down. She exclaimed as she looked down to her pussy, "I could use a stalk right about here!"

"Ooh! Looky, Sister!" Amy said while raising her hand. "Here's a stalk." She winked as she raised her index finger high while keeping the other fingers curled down.

"Well, Aims, get to it. I thought asparagus was for eating, but I like what our mothers are doing with it a lot better."

Amy sat down on the ground right next to the pool. She put her hand over her pussy and kept the index finger pointing straight up.

Katherine then sat down and straddled Amy's lap, impaling herself on the finger. Once the two girls were settled, they turned (most of) their attention to Susan.

Susan resumed, "As I was saying, we have to be careful about inflating his ego too much. Now, I know that we're all aware of what a wonderful man he is. I also know that we've been saying all kinds of flattering things. He's even starting to warm up to being called Master sometimes."

Susan crooked her head to look upside-down into Katherine's eyes as she continued. "It is true that he's the man of the house now, and is effectively our sexual master in every way, shape, and form. But these little asparagus sticks, as nice as they are, just don't do enough for us - we all live to be violated by his massive cucumber. I don't have to remind any of you just how good it feels to have his big log slide into my mouth, er, I mean any of our mouths, so I can, I mean we can, swirl our tongues around his-"

Suzanne coughed. "Mom? Your point?"

"Right. I'd like to ask you to tone down the use of words like 'master' and 'slave' for the time being. Mind you, we all know that he's the one and only true master of this harem and that he's effectively tamed us all with his big cock and made us his eager busty slaves. But you know how he is with his modesty and all. We're not in this just till next week or even next year. We've got oodles of time to get him used to those kinds of words. Plus, right now he's under a lot of stress as the implications of being lord and master over us all slowly hits him. So keep it cool until I say so, okay? When he's around, let's generally stick with calling ourselves his 'nymphos.' A nice, non-demeaning word."

Katherine was annoyed at this. As she lightly bounced up and down on Amy's finger, she pleaded, "What about 'fuck toy'? Can I pleeeaasse still use that? It means a lot to me."

"Well, okay. But only that. We might as well call a spade a spade. Just don't say 'slave.' ... Although who can really deny that he's completely tamed you and made you his slave in every way. ... Ah. I'm too soft, Suzanne! You see my problem here?"

Suzanne chuckled. "That's all right. Let Katherine have a little fun, if she gets a kick out of 'fuck toy.' I agree it's a good idea to drop the master and slave stuff though, especially since that kind of bothers me still on several levels. I need time to adjust to it, too. But Katherine loves 'fuck toy' so much, and she's used it so much already, that I really don't think Alan has a problem with that. In any case, let's hear some more of your plans." Her "asparagus" fingers continued to piston in and out of Susan's pussy, but very slowly, so Susan could remain (mostly) coherent.

"Well, as you all know, I'm hell-bent on starting to lactate as soon as possible. Speaking of which, my breasts are tragically under-suckled at the moment. Hint, hint."

Amy and Katherine laughed, disengaged from each other, and scooted forward. Each one took one of Susan's nipples to suckle on while they continued to listen to her.

"Mmmm. Much better. Thanks, kids. Another thing is beds. It's an absolute tragedy that Tiger has been forced to sleep alone, and it's high time to fix that. I think it's a no-brainer that Tiger should never have to sleep alone at home again. But what if he wants to sleep with his entire harem at once? I'm going to special order a massive four poster bed, the biggest one they can make. I hope we can get one that fits at least eight, since there's no telling just how big his harem will eventually grow. Then we can have big tag-team orgies in it all the time. You won't see me trying to stop or slow down anyone from having sex anymore."

"Sweet!" Katherine exclaimed as she and Amy high-fived each other.

Susan grinned as she added, "I'm throwing out the old rule book and all the old boundaries, if any still remain. The Pact we made yesterday is the basis of our new rules. The only other remaining 'rules' as such are just common sense things that I probably don't need to tell you. For instance, we have to cover up like the old days whenever we're outside the house, to better keep the existence of our incestuous harem secret. And if we get interested in any women outside the harem, make sure they're bisexual so they can be shared with Alan first and foremost."

"Like Brenda," Suzanne said, bringing up an unresolved issue.

Susan had found her ass-up position uncomfortable to maintain, and lay down flat on her back again to give better tit access to her daughters.

But Suzanne still kept slowly teasing Susan's pussy by reaching a hand in between her relaxed and open thighs while the other two remained suckling on her breasts.

"Yes, Brenda," Suzanne acknowledged. "There's another big change that I'd like to suggest. I've decided it's best if we take up her offer to be our house slave. And in her case, slave is definitely the right term to use. She doesn't just have a need to serve Alan sexually, she needs to serve all of us in every way. She really wants to go all out, and our house is the perfect place for her to explore her new submissive lifestyle and needs. Maybe she can be our slave on a part time sort of nine to five basis, since she still needs to take care of her son Adrian in the evenings and on the weekends. What do you think, Susan?"

"Who could say no to having such a willing, eager, and totally gorgeous slave? I'm going to make her do all the chores I hate to do. But I don't want her to be around much when Alan's home. Her body is just too much competition for me."

Suzanne chided, "Come on, Susan. Jealousy doesn't become you. Sure, she's got bigger tits, but you're more beautiful than her overall. You're a six foot tall Amazon goddess, while she's just a little doll. You tower over her. I don't think you have to worry about Brenda too much, as far as her stealing his affections. We hardly even know her, unless you count carnally knowing her. Whereas Alan has known and deeply loved you, me, Katherine, and Amy as far back as he can remember. She'll never be able to compete with that emotional depth. No one can. He'll go out and occasionally fuck this and that new woman I'm sure, but he'll always come back to the four of us."

Susan sighed. "I hope you're right. No, I take that back. I know you're right. It's a bit of a bitter pill for me to swallow due to her double F's, but she needs to follow her destiny. The Big Tits Theory says she needs to serve a superior man like Alan, and who am I to try to deny him any woman he wants? I'm starting to become good friends with her, to be honest. I'm not worried about her or anything or anyone else anymore. I'm sure it'll all work out. I'm so glad I've been able to take my time and work through all my feelings before getting fucked. Now I can do it without any guilt or ... worries and ... enjoy it to the, oh, ah ... fullest!" Her voice was becoming increasingly ragged as her sexual arousal grew.

"You're so lucky." Suzanne asked, "How many mothers get to experience the joy that you do?"

Susan didn't answer at first, but merely let out a "mmmm" of pure pleasure.

Suzanne stopped playing with Susan's pussy lips to prevent Susan from becoming too aroused to continue talking. What Katherine and Amy were doing to her tits was more than enough stimulation for her, and kept her right on the edge of a wonderful climax. She asked, "Susan? I asked, how many mothers get to experience the joy that you do?"

Suzanne waited. "Did you hear my question? Hel-LOOO? Earth to Susan..."

Suzanne snapped her fingers to get everyone's attention, When that didn't work, she stared down Amy and Katherine until they stopped suckling on Susan and playing with each other. Amy was particularly disappointed, as she was within a hair's breadth of having a really great climax.

Slowly, Susan came to. "Uh, yeah. ... Oh yeah. I know exactly what you mean. Joy... Naughty mothers..." Her dreamy gaze faded and she grew a bit more lucid again. "My guess is not enough mothers know our joy. Far too few. We're so lucky. Friends, family, and lovers are all the same people now, and each aspect of the relationship makes the other parts deeper. But there still are a few loose ends to tie up. For starters, everyone's in agreement that I should divorce Ron. I want that to happen sooner rather than later. But is that timing wise?"

Suzanne reassuringly stroked her friend's clitoris the way most friends would pat another friend on the back. "Let's not go into that now, my fellow mother. I'm on top of that."

CHAPTER 2

While no one wanted to ruin the sexy mood with talk about Ron, Amy very much did want to talk about her father, now that the mention of Ron reminded her of him. "Mom, what about Dad? I'm talking about Eric. What's going to happen to him? It's weird. You and I practically live here now. And I hate to say this, because it's really mean, but..."

Suzanne completed Amy's thought. "You're not all that fond of your father."

"Well, I wouldn't go that far, exactly. I mean, that sounds mean. He's my dad and all, and I should love him, and I do, but..."

Again Suzanne elaborated, "But he's never there for you. He hasn't been for years. He's been married to money for ages, now. His company is his family more than his real family is. It's almost as if someone were to ask him about his kids, he'd have to stop and try to remember how many he had and what their names are. No, Amy, don't feel bad. He's been lost to us for years now. It's just a matter of... your... of our..."

Surprisingly, Amy interrupted, anticipating Suzanne's next thought. "Brad. I love my brother. I mean, he is a bit weird, but then so am I. He'd be totally bummed if the family split up." She put her hand on her chin and pondered.

Thanks to the weighty topic, all four females remained physically disengaged from each other.

"'Bummed' is an understatement, Honey Pie. Yeah, that's the problem. Brad. What to do about him? He's an innocent bystander in all of this. In fact, I've done him wrong and I feel terrible about that. I haven't been there for him these past couple of months. Heck, years. It really hurts me to think that I could be failing him as a mother and even hurting him."

Susan noted, "But not enough to spend more time with him. You could turn that around any time, you know."

"I know." Suzanne sighed heavily. "But what would he and I say to each other? We have nothing in common anymore. Plus, the lure of this house is far too strong. It's like a drug. Literally! The scent of sex in the air here hooks me just like a drug, and whenever I'm here I feel so free, so high, so happy. Liberated! Loved. Brad's off in his own world. He doesn't want the family to break up, but he doesn't make any effort to keep it together. I feel like I've lost him."

The subject of including Brad in their sexual world had come up before and been rejected. The idea of involving him in their incestuous fun wasn't even considered anymore, because The Pact expressly stated they would touch no other man. They all remained lost in thought for some moments, considering other options.

After a long pause, Amy said, "I know what you mean, Mother. I love my brother, but he's kinda so distant lately. I can't get into his stuff, like football, cars, and fishing, like, at all! And he can't get into my stuff: art, cheerleading, dolphins, nudity..."

Katherine humorously completed Amy's list: "Getting fucked by Alan, getting titfucked by Alan, sucking Alan's cock all day long, bending your sweet ass over so Alan can fuck it..."

"Oh yeah," Amy agreed, as she started to rub her own ass cheeks. "You totally know my favorite super special hobbies!" She giggled. "Hey Sis, tell me more about what it's like to get your ass fucked by our brother's raging butt-stuffer. Tell us all again how he took your anal cherry!"

The group was extremely easily distracted by any sexual thought or action, but Suzanne played the responsible one as usual and completely ignored Amy's last comments to keep the conversation on topic. "Obviously, I have to divorce Eric. The only man for me is Alan. Hell, I wasn't even kissing Eric before... this whole thing started with Alan. But should I divorce him now, or wait until Brad has graduated from high school? That's my big dilemma."

"That's only six months or so away if you wait," Susan pointed out. "That wouldn't be so bad."

"No, it's not so bad, in theory. But in reality I don't know how much longer I can stand it. Amy and I should move in here right away. Otherwise, it's going to drive me crazy, sleeping in the same house with Eric - although thank God we have separate bedrooms - while knowing that the man I love is over here sleeping with you, Susan, and you, Katherine. Or more to the point, NOT sleeping with you while he's sharing your beds, fucking you all night long with that rampant, ever ready, penis of his. Amy's free to spend the night here whenever she wants to."

She went on, "But the worst thing is the danger. We all should move away from here as soon as we can for that reason alone. What if Brad or Eric were to stumble upon us one day? It's so easy just to walk over here and wander in though the side gate between our houses. Even as we speak, one of them could come home unexpectedly and peek through Amy's window to see if we're over here. And what would they see if they look down onto the pool area? All four of us naked and the two teens sucking on Susan's boobs! That would raise some eyebrows, to say the least. Jesus!"

"But we'd hear the car come up first," Amy pointed out, still ever so slightly massaging her own tingly ass. "I'm always totally listening for the car."

"Yeah, but in six months there's bound to be at least one unlucky break. Honey Pie, maybe I should divorce him now and you and I can find a place of our own. We have to protect our new family."

"No," Amy answered. "That could be worse. I mean, in the movies, people hire private detectives and stuff during messy divorces. It would be even more dangerous to do that than to keep going. He might even think you're divorcing him because you have a thing for Susan, and get all snoopy about that. Or maybe he'd think and wonder about other reasons why you're over here, like, 24-7." Amy had obviously given these issues a lot of thought, which Suzanne found somewhat surprising.

"You're right. I've lost my analytical and scheming edge lately. My cunt seems to do all my thinking for me. Damn. He could do that even if I don't bring up a divorce. I really should put in more face time at home, and especially be with Brad some more, but it's just so hard to stay away from here. I'm such a bad mother."

Susan consoled her friend, "No, you're not. It's just fate has it that your children are more Amy, Katherine, and Alan than they are Brad. Brad was the one who withdrew from you, long before all this sexual stuff started. You've been complaining about how he's been lost to you for at least a solid two years now. Anyway, we should really hear from Tiger on the divorce idea. He is the man of the house now, after all."

Suzanne sighed again, but more of a fond sigh, as she thought of Alan. "You're right. My Sweetie is more of a mature man than my husband ever was, even though he's still in high school. You know what it's like? It's like he's a husband to all of us, and we're all his dutiful wives."

Susan really liked that. Her eyes lit up and the arousal was plain to see on her face. "His wives and mothers and nympho sex slaves, all in one," she corrected, a bit breathlessly. "Or sisters, for Amy and Angel. Oh, and pretend I didn't say 'slave.' I can't even follow my own rules. But you're right. I feel like he's my husband. Oh God, that makes me so hot! That, and your fingers."

Suzanne also had gotten so excited by the thought of being Alan's wife that she couldn't help herself and pushed a finger up Susan's still sopping pussy again. She tried to show it most of the time, but many of the same things that excited Susan often excited her.

Susan held very little back. "Can you just imagine? I'm getting divorced now. What if Alan wants to marry me?! Fuck, that's a turn-on. Marrying his own mother! I could wear white and he could fuck me in my wedding dress!"

"God, that makes me so hot!" Katherine shouted. She immediately dove back into Susan's chest and rubbed her face all over her mother's ample bosom. Then she resumed sucking with fervor.

Amy waited until the other nipple was free and then dove in, too.

The idea of marrying Alan obviously was extremely arousing for all four of them.

"Like mother, like daughter," Suzanne chuckled, amused that Katherine unwittingly used Susan's new catchphrase. But she answered truthfully, "You're totally turning me on, except that I'm imagining him marrying ME instead!"

The mothers both laughed while the daughters sucked. "And why not?" Suzanne added, a bit more seriously. "Once I get a divorce, my Sweetie and I could get married and we wouldn't even have to keep it a secret."

Katherine and Amy pulled away from Susan's massive mammaries and spoke at once. "Hey!" Then they said in tandem, "He's going to marry ME instead!" Looking at each other, they laughed at their identical reactions.

Amy cried "Jinx!" and then they started tickling each other. Their heads repeatedly bounced into Susan's pillowy boobs in a bumper car style as they joshed around.

Suzanne spoke to Susan, since she was the only one now paying serious attention. "I know he isn't going to marry someone so much older when there's so many tasty younger vixens for him, especially these two, but it's a great fantasy anyway. But let's not just imagine. Instead of sitting here feeling horny, why don't we dig out our wedding dresses and do some role-playing?"

Susan put her hands on the heads of her two daughters, stilling them a bit. "Oh, you know I'd love to, but I feel obliged to refrain from anything sexual today, well, not counting inducing my lactation. I think we all should. You hear that, girls?" Her hands on each of their heads gently tapped them to better get their attention. "Remember how we said last night that we'd take it easy while he was gone? I think at least one sex free day would do us all some good. For me it'll be the first time in ... well, I don't know how long. But a long time."

Amy moaned, "Awww. Party pooper. I've been on the verge of like a really, really, REALLY great climax for like ten minutes already." She and Katherine stopped their tickle attacks on each other. They turned their attention back to Susan's tits and began licking, hoping to talk Susan out of this new "no orgasms" idea with some skilled tandem nipple stimulation.

Suzanne smiled wryly. "Meet the new Susan, same as the old Susan. Always stopping us from having sex. But I'll go along with you on this one, and we all should. Especially Susan. My dear friend, think how horny you'll be by Sunday night. Going two days without an orgasm for you will be like going two years without for most normal people. It'll make your first time even more incredible."

"God willing, it'll be Sunday night," Susan pointed out. "But he could be tired out, or even sick. Or hurt! Oh dear. I worry about him so. What if I have to wait until Monday? Or even later?! I pray not. But I'll definitely abstain until he's ready." She cried out loud with glee, nearly orgasmically, "My next orgasm is going to be with my son's magnificent penis thrust deep inside me!"

After a few more licks on Susan's nipple, Amy reluctantly said, "M'kay. No more orgasms. After I have this one. I'm so close to bursting! Katherine, will you go down on me?"

"Now, girls," Susan chided. "Think of Alan. He's out there right now on some lonely, windswept island. Those Channel Islands don't even have trees. He's going to have to go the WHOLE DAY without a single fuck! Not even a single handjob! There isn't a single woman on the island to even flash her bouncy tits or show him a beaver shot, for God's sake. My heart goes out to him. The way he must be suffering, with his balls building up with such a huge load of cum until they're ready to burst and no one to help out... It's almost more than I can bear to think about! If he can endure that kind of hardship, so can we. Are we in this together, or not?"

"Mmmmm'kaaaayyyy..." Amy agreed reluctantly. "No more lactation help for you then, at least not till I can take a cold shower. Grrr." That gave her an idea. She stood up, took off her wire half-bra, and dove into the pool.

Katherine showed no sign of talking, but just kept on suckling on her mother's nipple while watching Amy swim.

Finally, Susan asked, "What about you, Angel? Are you with us on this one?"

Katherine finally pulled off the nipple to talk. "Of course, Mom. My sole sexual purpose is to love and serve my brother. That's what fuck toys do." She bent forward to resume sucking, but then pulled back as a new thought hit her. "But Amy is right that we should stop for now, or both you and I are going to break our vows as soon as we've made them. ... Hey Mom? I know you're gonna want Sunday night all alone with Brother, right?"

"Yes," Susan replied dreamily. "Him. Me. The bed. All alone. Candlelight. Soft music. Incense. Making slow but insistent, deep, overflowing love..."

Katherine lazily traced shapes on her mother's tits while she imagined the scene. "Mom, it'll definitely be special, but I was thinking. What are the rest of us going to do? Are we going to just sit and twiddle our thumbs in another room? I mean, WE'RE going to be all worked up, too! It's going to be cruel waiting. You get him all evening while we're still going to have to wait a whole 'nother day. And it's been days of deprivation already!"

"Hmm. I never thought about that. I'm sorry, Angel."

"Yeah, but I was thinking. What if we record the whole thing? Isn't it something you'd want taped for posterity? Ten years from now, you're going to want to look back and fondly relive your first real fuck. I'm thinking we can set up video cameras all over the house, and record all kinds of stuff! Wouldn't that be great?"

"It would," Susan replied hesitantly. "But it is kind of unethical..." She turned to Suzanne for guidance. "What do you think, Mother?"

Suzanne had moved away from the others to get out of the bright sun and protect her pale skin. She seemed to be frowning and staring off into space, and didn't give a quick reply.

So Katherine continued, "Mom, just think about Alan taking a shower. Imagine that you can't be in there with him, but you can watch the shower any time you want. Imagine him covering his cock with soapy suds, stroking it over and over with his hands. But then, wait! Who's that walking into the picture? That's me! We can't allow him to touch himself there when there are soft, feminine hands always at the ready. Not to mention, hands are never enough when there's eager lips and tongues! Before long, he's fucking my face, and you can get off watching it, live, even while you're getting dressed up in your bedroom!"

Susan was obviously getting into Katherine's scenario, as her bare breasts were starting to heave up and down.

"But wait! Who's that?" Katherine paused for dramatic effect. "Is there someone else walking into the picture? Why, yes. ... It's you, Mom! You got so excited in your room watching that yummy fuck stick getting ready to splooge all over your daughter's face that you want a piece of that load for yourself! So you come on over and join. Together we show Alan how his cock needs to be treated. We're a mother daughter cocksucking team! Then, instead of explaining to Suzanne later what you did and masturbating over it like you always do, you two can watch the video!"

"Wow. You sold me," Susan answered, her eyes glazed over with lust.

Katherine was getting into her own fantasy, too. She sat up on her haunches and spoke as if she was really in the middle of getting her face fucked. She looked around and saw Susan's breasts heaving, Amy was bouncing up and down excitedly as she frigged herself in the shallows of the pool, and Suzanne watched everyone else with thinly veiled amusement. Life was very good.

Katherine returned to lightly stroking Susan's breasts, while her own swayed all over in their size-enhancing half-bra cups. She correctly assumed the tits she held were her mother's most sexually vulnerable spots, and knew the stroking would help seal the decision.

"But wait. There's more," she went on. "There's one special place we all know Alan's cock belongs. Your cunt! Our mutual sucking and licking has turned him into a wild man! He throws you against the shower wall, and with water pouring all over you, he invades your cunt with his mommy-loving monster tool! Wham! Wham! Wham! He's fucking you into the wall!"

Susan's body twitched violently with each "wham" that came out of her daughter's mouth. She was fully living the moment.

Katherine sped up her description, growing more excited every moment. She bounced up and down on her heels as if she was the one getting fucked. "You're helpless! We all are! There's nothing you can do except experience the fucking of your life! He tosses you around like a rag doll with each powerful, cum-filled thrust! His cockhead is going to explode with fertile seed at any second! He's gonna drown you in healthy, life-giving sperm! It's all so hot that I can't just stand by and watch, and I have to attack your lips with kisses, and maul your tits like I'm gonna tear 'em off! I squeeze 'em so hard that milk is squirting everywhere, covering Alan in your white and creamy love! But he's gonna fill you up even more with his own thick white cum!"

Susan's only response was a series of little happy squeaks that arrived faster and faster.

Suzanne could help but get swept up in the excitement as well, but she felt obliged to walk over and tapped Katherine on the shoulder, distracting her. She made a frown that indicated Katherine should cut off her story before Susan climaxed. After all, Susan had vowed not to climax while Alan was gone. Then she retreated ten feet back to her spot below a tree, slightly annoyed that she had to play orgasm police.

Katherine's voice had been getting increasingly ragged, but she calmed herself down a bit. She had Susan right on the edge. But she looked at Suzanne's stern face, turned back to Susan, and calmly asked, "So. Wouldn't you like to capture all of that on video?"

"Yes! Yes! More!" Susan screamed. "Somebody get the dildos!"

But again Suzanne rained on the parade, much to her own annoyance. She waved her hand in the air and snapped her fingers to get Susan's attention. "No. No orgasms until our Sweetie gets back home, remember? That was your idea."

"Wha...? Oh. Yeah? Damn." She just panted for a while until her close call with ecstasy passed. "Fuck, Angel. That was good. You know all my buttons. Bottom line is, a BIG thumbs up on the video recording idea!" She thrust both of her thumbs up into the air to show how enthusiastically she approved, even as her chest heaved while she panted for air. "Is everyone else with me?"

The others all thrust their thumbs up, too. Even Amy had her head above water and gave a thumbs up from the middle of the swimming pool. There was happy laughter all around.

Once Susan was fully off of her sexual high, she said, "Suzanne, thanks for saving me from breaking my abstinence vow. What a great friend. Where would I be without you?"

Suzanne thought to herself, Where indeed? You certainly wouldn't be having sex with your son, and none of this would have happened if it wasn't for me. But that's a secret I'll never be able to tell. And yet I worry about these three beauties. Why do I always have to be the one to be the responsible one and keep their excesses in check? I wish I could be the one to cut loose and have someone else catch me, just for once.

Suzanne realized that bringing up the idea of mutual help would actually be a good response to Susan's question. "No problem, but please do the same for me. I have my weak moments, too. We can be strong for each other and police each other, but we also have to police and discipline ourselves, too. And that goes for you two as well, my daughters."

"M'kay!" Amy easily agreed as she splashed around in the water.

Katherine asked, "Life is going to be so much fun, don't you think, Mom? Even more than before."

"Yes."

"I wonder what Alan's doing right now," Amy said out of the blue. She swam to the side of the pool closest to Susan and looked up at her with worry.

"I'm sure he's doing fine," Susan said reassuringly, although wrinkled appeared on her forehead.

"I hope so," Amy replied uncertainly. "He's probably worrying a lot about what's going to happen with Glory on Monday, though." Then she brightened. "I hope he found my picture in his bag and liked it!"

Katherine laughed. "Aims, you only told us that a thousand times today already!"

Susan laughed too, because it was true. Amy had put a picture she drew of herself in his backpack, and was dying of curiosity to find out if he'd found it. And certainly Alan had Glory on his mind, though no one wanted to bring up that delicate topic at the moment.

Susan went on, "Now, here's a plan. I'm going to take a dip in the pool to cool my libido a bit. But then, what can I do to get you two kids to suckle on my nipples some more?"

CHAPTER 3

Glory was sitting and moping in her apartment late in the afternoon when the doorbell rang. She opened her front door, and there stood an unfamiliar yet extremely attractive woman at the door, looking a bit lost. She couldn't understand at first what a supermodel level beauty with just about the biggest pair of breasts she'd even seen would be doing at the door of her modest third floor apartment unit.

"Hello. Who are you? ... Wait a minute, I recognize you." It finally came to her, as she'd seen her at some school events. "You're the mother of Amy and Brad Pestridge. ... And Alan's..." Glory's voice trailed off.

Suzanne finished the thought. "Alan's lover. Yes. Well, one of them. Hi. The name's Suzanne." She held out her hand.

The mention that Alan had multiple lovers made Glory wince, but she shook Suzanne's hand anyway. "Right. Suzanne. Alan's told me a lot about you."

"And I know all about you, too. It's nice to formally meet you after all this time."

"Yes, likewise." Glory paused to check out her visitor.

Suzanne wore a fancy red business suit in an attempt to look unassuming and responsible. However, her attempts to appear unsexy were a complete failure; she simply couldn't look unsexy if she tried. For one thing, she didn't have anything in her wardrobe that didn't make her look fantastic. The clothes she'd chosen for this visit were remarkably tight, and she couldn't even think about wearing her suit without wearing dark red pumps as well.

When she'd finished sizing up her competition, Glory asked, "So what's this all about? How did you even find out where I live?"

"You're the only Gloria Rhymer in the phone book. Look. I know about what happened between you and Alan yesterday and I thought that you might want to talk about it. You know - your big disagreement with him. There are some things I'd like to tell you that you might find interesting. Perhaps we could go get a cup of coffee or something?"

Glory was in pretty bad shape. She had been crying on and off, with little sleep, for the last twenty-four hours . She wore baggy sweat pants and generally looked like she was recovering from a bad hangover. If she was going to talk with anyone, she wanted to do it elsewhere because her extremely modest apartment was a complete mess at the moment.

Suzanne waited patiently while Glory got presentable.

Glory was flummoxed. Not only did she know that she looked like hell, but she was awed by Suzanne's beauty. Even though, rationally, she'd decided to break up with Alan, she felt more than a little jealous about Suzanne, and pegged her as her main competition for Alan's affections. Her strong competitive streak came out, and she tried to dress in the sexiest yet casual clothing she could quickly throw on. She wore a deep blue, skin-tight top that showed off a lot of cleavage, and green shorts. She surprised herself by not even wearing a bra.

When Glory came back to the door to leave with Suzanne, she ostentatiously yawned and stretched. It was like she was throwing down a gauntlet.

She thought as she preened, Suzanne, you may have some of the biggest tits I've ever seen on a thin woman and a smolderingly sexy face to boot, but I'm not exactly chopped liver here! Look at these muscles I've gotten from surfing. Alan loves them! Frankly, I'm far more fit and trim than you are, and I could easily kick your soft ass. So don't give me that "I'm the sexiest thing on Earth and you know that Alan fucks me every day" haughty look! I'm not intimidated by you.

However, this was largely bluster since she was feeling very down on herself and uncertain since breaking up with her lover.

Suzanne had heard about Glory's competitive nature and decided the safest course was just to play it cool and act friendly. She smiled warmly and said, "You look great!"

They walked a short distance to a local diner. As Glory walked, she realized her initial reaction was irrational, especially given that she'd decided to have nothing to do with Alan anymore. She decided to try her best to listen to what Suzanne had to say instead of being judgmental.

Suzanne carefully picked a spot in the diner that would give them some privacy. Once they were settled, Glory asked, "So then. Now that we've dispensed with the pleasantries, what's this all about?"

Suzanne replied, "I know everything. Alan told me all about what happened between you two yesterday. We're very open and like family."

Glory spoke bitterly. "That's the problem, isn't it? He seems to confuse his lovers and his family."

"Now, hold on. That's just what I want to talk to you about. I've known him since he was a baby, way back when he was first adopted. He's such a good kid. I'm so proud of him. I don't think you understand all that's going on. Furthermore, I think it's a big mistake for you to break up with him."

Glory grunted. "If you're so happy with him, then he's all yours. This is absurd! Here we are, both lovers to the same man, or should I say, the same BOY, and you're trying to convince me to stick with him? That's crazy! Don't you want him all for yourself? In any case, I've made up my mind. I've cried a lot, but that's over and done with now. I'm at peace with my decision. Let him love entire volleyball teams and packs of wild gorillas for all I care. I'm washing my hands of him!"

"Come now. You're just saying that. Deep down inside, you know that you still care for him and love him. I know you do."

"How can you know that?! I've never seen you before except in passing at a couple of parent teacher conferences. And now you're an expert on my private love life?"

"I'm telling you, I know you rather well. I feel you're a kind of kindred spirit. Alan was talking all about you long before you two got involved. He's been moony about you since forever. For the past two years it's been 'Ms. Rhymer says this,' and 'Ms. Rhymer thinks that.' He looks up to you like you wouldn't believe. He admires you and respects you. He loves you deeply, and I know you love him too. I can just tell. Things wouldn't have gotten this far if that wasn't the case. Your eyes wouldn't be all red like they are now if he didn't mean something to you."

Glory was very moved to hear of Alan's love, but she barked defensively, "So what if I do? A little, maybe? I'll admit he means something to me, though calling it love might go a bit far." She corrected herself, "MEANT. He meant something to me. I really admired him too. One of my most promising students - so handsome, so smart, and such a heart of gold. Okay. Shit. I love him. Loved him, I mean. But that was the old Alan. He was the one I loved. This new Alan ... he gives me the shivers."

She interrupted herself and gave Suzanne a piercing look. "But hey! What's it to you? I still don't understand. Why are you even talking to me? You and he obviously love each other, so go off and be happy. There's only so much of him to go around."

Suzanne replied patiently, "I know. And we both know that he's already spread quite thin. There was a time, even a week or so ago, when I would gladly have said good riddance to you and thought, 'There's more Alan for me.' And I would still think that, except that now I see how much he's hurting, and how much he loves you and needs you. The two of you have a very special and unique bond. You're a good influence on him, and, well, kind of a mentor to him. You give him the strength and confidence he's going to need in life. It would be so sad to see you two lose the special thing you have for each other."

"I know, I know." Glory looked pained. "And I'm touched that you think that. But I've made up my mind. He and I should have just stayed good friends, safe within the confines of the student-teacher relationship. But he's gone sex mad, and I fell under the spell of his rampaging sex drive for a while."

She looked around and then lowered her voice. "I shudder to think what goes on in the Plummer house, between his sister, his mother, and then you and your daughter Amy, his so-called 'girlfriend' from next door. Have you no shame? Why would you all agree to such an arrangement? Don't drag me into that madness! And that's not even the half of it. If it's got a pulse and a pair of tits, he's probably shagged it already. I just can't look myself in the eye and remain involved with someone like that. I'll admit that I was blinded, blinded by lust and what I thought was love, and I was blinded for far too long. Now I'm paying the price for all that. At least I feel this great sense of relief now that it's all over and I don't have to be afraid anymore. Afraid of losing my job. Afraid of the scandals. If he was a little younger, I could have even gone to prison! I've been living in mortal fear of getting caught for weeks! And what a relief not to be jealous anymore! For crying out loud, how many women are enough for him? I don't even want to know!" Then, with great disgust, she spat out slowly, under her breath, "And his own family!"

Suzanne reached out and held Glory's hands across the table in an attempt to get closer emotionally to her. She leaned forward. "Glory, I understand. That's why I had to see you today. You do know both he and his sister are adopted, don't you?"

"Of course. That doesn't excuse anything. If that's the big thing you wanted to tell me about, then forget it."

"No, that's not it. You see, I know that you think Alan has kind of gone off the deep end sexually, and that he's no longer the darling, innocent boy you knew even a couple of months ago. There's obviously a lot of truth in that. But it isn't his doing. It's my doing. I'm responsible for everything."

"You? I'm sorry Mrs. Pestridge, but I don't buy that. He's really come into his own with his newfound aggressiveness. He needs to take responsibility for his own actions and mistakes. Don't go making apologies for him. There's no excuse for the moral lines he's crossed. I consider myself a pretty open minded and sexually liberated woman, but the things that young man has done..."

"Glory. Can I call you Glory? He's called you that so much that that's the name I mentally give you."

Glory nodded.

"Thanks. And please call me Suzanne."

She paused dramatically, then continued, "I want to tell you a great secret, the biggest secret of my life. I swore to myself that I'd never tell another soul, but I'm going to tell you because I think that you and I will be friends for many years to come, and you, you of all people, need to know the truth. I'm indirectly responsible for all this pain you've been feeling, which makes me feel somewhat guilty about everything that's happened to you."

Glory was normally a very perceptive woman, and perfectly capable of reading between the lines and discerning the truth from a lie. Looking at the slump of Suzanne's shoulders and feeling the grip of her fingers, it started to dawn on Glory that this woman felt very much responsible, and therefore very guilty indeed.

"You know how in September Alan started his rather unusual medical treatment that led to him having a very active sex life from that point on?"

"Yeeeeesss...?" How could I not, seeing as how I became his "mid day fix"? She shuddered with disgust and how easily she'd succumbed.

"Well, I was the one who got the medical authorities to tell him all that. I had an ambitious scheme, and I put it into motion. Not only did I want to seduce Alan, but I wanted to seduce Susan and Katherine too. I have an insatiable sex drive, and I love both men and women." She relaxed her grip on Glory's fingers, so Glory could pull her hands away if she wanted to. She didn't.

Suzanne continued, "Now, I know what you're thinking, and don't worry, I'm not going to try to seduce you too. Alan has explained that you don't have the slightest interest in other women, and I respect that." She looked at Glory's exposed and nicely tanned cleavage, and thought, However, if my Sweetie gave the thumbs up signal, I'd be so all over you! He has such great taste in women. Glory, if you could only be a full member of a harem, you'd be so happy! You have no idea what you're missing!

But Suzanne didn't give the slightest hint as to these feelings and merely said in a level voice, "I'd developed a tremendous lust for the entire Plummer family that was years in the making. So I created an elaborate scheme, manipulated events, and played them all like puppets so there would be a complete breakdown of sexual barriers within their family. I'm the one who actually encouraged him to be with Katherine and Susan!" She looked around conspiratorially at the other tables, but no one was within earshot. "Nothing, absolutely none of it, would have happened without me. You should blame me, not him."

Glory let go of Suzanne's hands in disgust. Her whole body recoiled. "Good Lord! That's horrible! What possessed you?"

Suzanne found herself starting to tear up. "I love them so much. So very much. This world is such a cruel place, and no one can be trusted. Not even my own husband loves me, but the Plummer family is so special..."

She got a grip on her emotions, wiped away the beginnings of tears, and started again. "My marriage has been all but legally dead for years and years. I started to get lonely, but stayed technically married so my kids wouldn't have a broken home. I had so many adulterous affairs trying to find happiness and true love, but then I realized that my true love was for the Plummer family. I was and still am deeply in love with mother, daughter, and son. All of them at once. I had a fantasy of loving the entire family with physical love expressed as freely between everyone as much as any other kind of love. I thought, why not throw away conventional morality and see if communal love could happen, where everyone loves everyone else as much as two people can possibly love each other?"

Glory stayed silent, but she emphatically believed that Suzanne's vision was not only immoral, but completely unworkable. Her disgust showed on her face.

"But here's the thing, Glory. To my surprise, not only has my vision come true, but I've exceeded my own wildest expectations. We all love each other more than ever before, in every way. But I also unleashed a sexual spirit and drive in Alan that took me and everyone else by complete surprise. Not to mention a talent. His medical treatment, which of course had no medical justification at all, turned out to be some sort of perfect sexual training for him. Just like runners training for a marathon, his body is now trained for sexual marathons. Everything else that's happened, his relationship with the cheerleaders at school for instance, was all either directly my doing or an accidental side effect."

"But why? Why? Why did you take things that much farther than your already wild scheme?"

"Like I said, things spiraled out of control. For instance, I wanted to see him with Katherine-"

"Why?!"

"Because I love her. And I love him. And I knew they loved each other and that she'd had a deep crush on him for a long time. It was something that could make everyone very happy. And, as it so happened, the way that came to be was through some sort of painting scheme at school that, once started, inevitably led to sexual relations with the other cheerleaders as well. I didn't plan that part, but I'd opened a can of worms, and that's part of what came spilling out. I thought I knew what I was doing but I didn't. The whole thing is completely beyond me now, and I don't even pretend that I can do much to influence events anymore. There are too many people all doing their own thing."

She thought to herself, In fact, I've become ensnared by my own scheme. I almost feel like a bit player in it instead of the original director of it! But she was too proud to say this to Glory.

"But here's the key point I want to make. Glory, I know this shocks you, and I know you're disgusted by him, and now by me. ... But look at it from his point of view. He didn't purposely go out to get involved with his... you know. Susan and Katherine." She looked around again, and was careful not to mention familial relationships or the word incest. "Everything just fell into his lap. I got them so excited that THEY were the ones who seduced HIM. What eighteen year old male is going to resist when a beautiful woman throws herself at him? He's not the one to blame. I am."

Glory was very surprised by these revelations. Her gossipy side wanted to find out which other cheerleaders Suzanne was talking about, exactly, but there were more important things on her mind. She raised her eyebrow and looked at Suzanne in a new light. But she was still very much confused as to why she was being told all this.

Suzanne continued, "Yes, he's an incredibly lucky man to have so many lovers, but it's not all about his pleasure. He has many responsibilities as well. He's a very good and considerate boy, I mean man, and he's trying to do his best to keep everyone happy. He's had a heck of a time juggling everyone's needs, and the thing is, he loves all of us so much that he just can't say no. He's actually running himself ragged trying to please everybody."

CHAPTER 4

Suzanne paused to give Glory time to digest everything she'd said. She saw from Glory's pensive and thoughtful face that she was making some kind of impact.

So Suzanne went on, "But listen. What I did was immoral and selfish, I know. But it's worked out so well for everyone involved that I'd gladly do it all over again."

"It hasn't worked out well for EVERYone involved, I can definitively say that," Glory bitterly replied.

"Don't speak too soon. Things are going to work out between you and Alan. I'm confident. I've learned something very important, and he has too. There's no reason why people who emotionally love each other can't physically love each other, too. There's no law of nature that says a person can only be with one other person. Many societies have polygamous marriages and all kinds of different arrangements, and those customs have worked for untold ages. We've all learned and grown because of these startling changes in our lives, and our eyes have opened up to new ways of doing things."

Glory however was still very obviously wedded to conventional morality. "Sorry, no thanks. If you think I'll join in some crazy group marriage..."

Suzanne held up a placating hand, halting Glory's impending tirade. "No. I said I realize that already. I'm trying to be mature, and not manipulative like I sometimes am . . That's why I'm talking to you and telling you the full truth so you can decide things for yourself. I've realized that Alan needs you in his life and that it would be selfish of me NOT to try and keep you together. I don't know what form your relationship will take. I only know that he wants to help make you happy, and keep on loving you, and that it's right. I'm not talking just about a sexual relationship - both of you have so much more to offer each other than that. Although I'll bet the sex is great. Am I wrong? Have you ever had better sex in your life?"

Glory blushed, but didn't reply.

Suzanne noticed that a small, uncertain smile crossed her face ever so briefly. "A-ha! I knew it! He blows us all away, actually." She looked around conspiratorially, and seeing the coast was clear, asked, "What is it that you like best? Is it the taste of his succulent sweet seed? Is it the way he's always hard and ready? Is it his inventiveness and the way he makes each fuck so memorable? Is it the way he can just go on and on, making you climax over and over? I hear you're a really good deep throater. Is it the way he rams his huge thing in your mouth and slides it-"

"Suzanne! Please!"

Suzanne looked at Glory and saw that while her face was irate and annoyed, her nipples had sprung to rock hard attention beneath her tight fitting top. She was testing to see if Glory still desired Alan, and her nipples showed the answer. Satisfied, Suzanne immediately changed tack. "Oh, excuse me! I got a little carried away there. I warned you I'm rather hopeless nympho."

"That's all right, but please watch it." Glory belatedly noticed her own nipple reaction and tried in vain to will them back to normal. However, the mental visions now filling her head of Alan pushing his penis far down her throat, and especially the recollection of the one time he'd fucked her into complete helpless oblivion, didn't help matters.

Suzanne carried on, deliberately ignoring Glory's arousal. "But the point I was going to get to is that it's not just a matter of sex. He loves you. I don't know how, and I know he's stretched thin, but somehow you belong in his life, and he in yours. It just feels right to me, and I've always trusted my instincts. That's why I told you this great secret of mine, a secret I trust you'll never tell another soul. Alan, Susan, Katherine - none of them have any clue as to what I've done. You're the only one who knows, now, aside from the nurse and doctor, who naturally had to be in on it. You could play havoc with my life if you told anyone."

Glory sat and thought about that. She stared off in the distance for quite some time. Then she said, "Thanks. ... Thanks for telling me all of that. That certainly does put some things into a different light. I guess in my despair I thought that Alan couldn't possibly love me and he just wanted to use me for his own insatiable sexual desires. I mean, deep down I know he really loves me, but what does that mean if he loves half a dozen or more people as much as or more than me? I was thinking he was sexually greedy and out of control. I didn't realize. But that still doesn't fix-"

Suzanne interrupted. "Actually, we're the sexually greedy ones, if you want the brutal truth of it. It's really the four of us, the Pestridge and Plummer women, plus you as the fifth, who are the main women in his life. Most everyone else will probably fade in and out of his life, but he has a deeper love for us. And we four back at the Plummer house are sexually insatiable. Trust me, WE'RE the ones who are out of control, all thanks to me. I got the others to turn into complete nymphomaniacs. He's just trying to keep up with all the sexual wheels I set in motion. I almost feel sorry for the guy at times."

Glory rested her chin on the palm of her hand. "Huh. I have heard that you're a bit of a schemer, but still. Wow. However, I still have the same worries as before. How much can he really love me if he loves you four? That's not one, not two, not three, but four! Even more so now, given that you're apparently all so sexually needy. I've always only wanted, and needed, one man in my life. I don't have some kind of great bisexual orgiastic fantasy like you do. I don't want any part in that. Don't even get me near that house, please! His intentions may be good, but ultimately our relationship is doomed. He can't be happy with just me, and I can't be happy sharing him with all of you. I mean, for the love of God, all four of you are like supermodels, and my looks are more ordinary. You've all known and loved each other since he was born. I'll never even be near number one in his book. What you're saying makes me feel better about him as a person and how he's ended up where he is, but it still doesn't ultimately change things. It's still insanity for him and me to continue."

Suzanne nodded in understanding. "Those are some good points. I too have suffered knowing that Susan would always mean a bit more to him than I would. But then I realized I would get more love from him, in every way, even a good ways down his list than I would ever get from my husband or any other ordinary man for that matter. Trust me, I've shopped around. Think about it, Glory. He needs you. I can feel it. He's got a lot of women in his life, but there aren't that many with such strong willpower who can hold him up and push him if he needs pushing. Susan loves him dearly, but she's a softy and can't really tell him no. Same thing with Katherine and my daughter Amy."

Suzanne saw a waitress walking their way, but waved her away before the intrusion of a stranger could spoil the mood.

"Glory, I don't like to admit this, but I think my resolve and willpower have been weakening, too. I think I'm letting my sexual urges get the better of me. That's always been a problem for me, as you can see from this scheme I devised to start this all off. He's likely to become insufferably spoiled and dissolute, given the way things are going, and I think I'm probably part of the problem more than the solution on that, the way I feed his ego all the time. You're a unique influence in his life, and a very needed one. You inspire his better side. You can't just walk away!" Suzanne reached out and grabbed Glory's hands again.

Glory allowed her hands to be held, and even sympathetically squeezed Suzanne's fingers. "I don't know. I'd like to help him, I really would... but I'm kind of an all or nothing woman. Now that he and I have gotten involved sexually, and so intensely emotional, I can't turn back the clock on that and merely be friends again. Maybe some other people can, but I can't. And I need a partner in my life, one partner, for life. If it can't be him, I have to wash my hands of him or I won't be able to get emotionally involved with someone else. I love him, but I can't just suspend my life forever to help him. Maybe he, or you, can sleep around with lots of people at once, but I just can't do that. It's not in my nature. And I get jealous. Very jealous. Every day of my relationship with him has been exhilarating, but also so emotionally tiring. I tried to pretend he didn't have other lovers, but I can't do that anymore! And now, talking to you and seeing you... You seem so lovely and beautiful, even if a bit, uh, ethically challenged, to say the least."

She laughed nervously a bit, and Suzanne laughed along to be polite.

Glory pouted, "You're so far out of my league! Of course he loves you, and won't want to leave you. If I were a man, I'd probably fall head over heels in love with you too, just like anyone else would. In fact, why do you even put up with the situation? You could have your pick of any man in this whole city."

That cut Suzanne to the bone and brought up issues she didn't want to think about. She growled, "We're here to talk about you." Then she realized she was being a bit short, and added, "I love him. Not some other man, but him. I know I could catch me some multi-millionaire, but so what? I've been with that kind of guy before and learned that money can't buy happiness."

"Sorry. It's just that, what with all the competition, I can't keep fooling myself that he and I will end up together as a couple."

"Glory, don't sell yourself short. A woman's beauty isn't simply defined by how curvy and busty their body is, or how sultry their face is. Not only are you attractive as all get out, but you have a profound inner beauty and a beautiful mind. I don't have to know you well to see that beauty radiating out of you. Let's just say that, in every possible way, you definitely qualify as 'Alan-worthy,' as we like to call it."

That accidental reminder of Alan's many other lovers didn't go over very well with Glory at all, and neither did the sexually hungry look she thought she saw briefly flicker across Suzanne's face. Suddenly she regretted wearing a low cut blouse (and no bra!) when meeting with a woman she'd already heard through rumors to have a great sexual appetite.

Suzanne saw Glory wince and tried to lessen the sting with a friendly conspiratorial wink, as if she was just teasing. "All I'm asking is that you think about what I've said and don't make up your mind about him just yet. Let him talk to you on Monday, and listen to what he has to say. I know the situation might not be ideal, but there must be some sort of way things you can work out, isn't there?"

Glory pondered that. "I don't know. ... I just don't know. ... I'll... think about it. I promised that I'd give him a chance to talk, and I'll at least do that. Thanks for being so honest and open. No matter what happens, your secret will be safe with me. I can't relate to why you did what you did with this scheme of yours, and I certainly don't approve of it, but I won't tell a soul." She genuinely smiled at Suzanne for the first time.

Suzanne smiled back. They squeezed their hands together. "Thanks for listening, and for being understanding. One is lucky to find real love even just once in life, which is why it hurts me to see you two part. Please don't tell him or anyone else about this meeting, either. I don't want him to think that I'm fighting all his battles for him behind his back. But these were things you deserved to know, especially since you've been hurt by them."

Glory nodded.

Suzanne said, "Oh and a rhetorical question or two for you to consider. Has Alan ever hinted at or tried to push you, sexually, into getting involved with anyone else while you've been involved with him? ... Do you honestly think that he would try and force you into a situation with other people where he knew you would be uncomfortable and unhappy, purely for his own selfish desires? Or do you think he's the kind of guy who has tried to accommodate your feelings and be sensitive of your moral bounds, so as to make you feel happy and loved rather than manipulated and used?"

Suzanne let go of Glory's hands, giving her space to think.

Glory seemed to get lost in contemplation about that question. Her eyes focused on somewhere off in the distance as she recalled pleasant memories.

After giving Glory some time, Suzanne essentially answered her own questions. "To my admittedly limited knowledge, Alan has tried, as far as he's been able, to keep your relationship with him compartmentalized and separate from everyone else in his life. In other words, he's made a space for you in his heart that no one else but you, Glory, can get into. If I had to guess, I'd say he did that to protect you, because he loves you and cares for you, the way a kind and considerate lover should and would with any special woman who was near and dear to his heart, and not because he was trying to take advantage of or make a fool of you."

Glory didn't answer, but she did nod her head slightly while she thought about it.

The two of them parted amicably not long thereafter. Glory had a lot to think about now.

Suzanne felt a tremendous sense of relief that she at last had divulged her most guarded secret to someone else. She also felt proud of herself that she'd put what was best for Alan's development above her own sexual pleasures. She knew that, despite her attraction to Glory, there wasn't any way she could benefit sexually from Glory's inclusion in the sexual circle. Chances were, Glory truly wasn't interested in women. But she could sense tough times ahead for Alan and hoped that she and Glory could develop a friendship and work together to give Alan the backbone he needed to overcome all the obstacles in his way.

She also felt good to once again be a prime mover in events. Between the idea for this meeting and her second mother idea the day before, she felt like she was back in control.

CHAPTER 5

That night, Christine lay in bed struggling to get to sleep. She couldn't get Alan out of her mind.

She kept tossing and turning, ruminating. As she slowly lost consciousness, her ruminations turned into fantasies. Then she drifted off into a dreaming state and her dreams picked up on the fantasies she'd just been thinking about.

Outwardly, Christine was a frigid girl - the notorious "Ice Queen Christine." But in fact, she had an extremely vivid and sexual imagination. It was a deep, deep secret because she would have just about died of shame if anyone knew what, and who, many of her fantasies were about.

Much of the time, her fantasies were run-of-the-mill Harlequin romance type material. But sometimes, and lately more and more of the time, her fantasies would involve a long-standing fetish of sorts: she wanted to be Wonder Woman.

When Christine was a little girl, one of the local television stations showed Wonder Woman reruns five days a week. She loved it. Christine loved to kick butt (both physically and intellectually), but looking around the cultural landscape, there were no female role models that kicked butt except for Wonder Woman. So the super heroine was a big inspiration for her to do well in school and learn martial arts. While she learned how to fight, more often than not as she practiced her punches and kicks she imagined that she was Wonder Woman delivering justice to notorious criminals.

But in the last year or two, something else had happened. She had turned into an exceptionally beautiful young woman but, in large part due to her "Ice Queen" persona, she still had no sexual experience whatsoever. As time went on and her frustration grew, she found herself becoming attracted to that other aspect of Wonder Woman: while Wonder Woman certainly did "kick ass" and defeat the criminals by the end of each show, she also had a habit of getting caught and tied up. The sexual implications were obvious save to the censors, who wouldn't allow anything explicit. She didn't realize that the original creator of Wonder Woman deliberately developed bondage themes and in fact practiced bondage and domination in his personal life.

Christine increasingly longed for a confident man to come along and take charge sexually so she could overcome her complete virginity. She hadn't even really been kissed yet and it was driving her to distraction. She had all the tapes of the old show starring Linda Carter and as she watched them again in recent months, she found herself squirming with excitement whenever Wonder Woman got bound up with ropes. Christine was naturally a dominant type in most things, but she couldn't deny what was arousing her.

Her dream this night started out with a frequent theme for her: she was Wonder Woman and out to get an evil criminal overlord. In this case the evil mastermind was named Black Bart and his fiendish plot involved poisoning the water supply in Manhattan and then robbing key buildings of priceless artifacts after the security was too sick to put up any defense.

She had overheard word of this plot but no one in law enforcement believed her. With so many lives at stake, her only hope was to throw caution to the wind and raid Black Bart's well defended headquarters before the plot could be put in motion.

Christine liked using her martial arts, if only in dreams, so she dispatched many henchmen with kicks and punches before reaching Black Bart's lair at the top of a very high office building. With her superheroine powers, she had no trouble overcoming the henchmen no matter how many there were. She could even dodge bullets thanks to her magical and indestructible bracelets.

As usually happens in such plots, she finally managed to break into Black Bart's penthouse for a final confrontation. However, she found out that she had walked into a trap.

As she entered his chambers, a bright ray shone down on her, forcing her to shield her eyes. But then she watched in horror as her golden belt simply unclasped and floated away. No one and nothing was holding it, it simply floated away on its own. "The Golden Girdle of Gaea!" she wailed. "The source of all my strength and powers!"

She attempted to reach after it despite the blinding light, but then her indestructible bracelets came off and began floating away in another direction. "Great Hera!" She exclaimed. "What's happening?!"

However, no sooner did she say that when another powerful weapon she possessed, the Lasso of Truth, also detached and floated away in yet another direction.

"What's happening?! Who is doing this to me?!"

On cue, the bright ray of light disappeared and a man completely covered in black stepped out of the shadows to stand about ten feet in front of Wonder Woman/Christine. A mask covered his entire head except for two slits where his eyes were, making him look much like a common burglar.

"Black Bart!" she cursed. "I should have known!" She looked around for her weapons but they were nowhere to be seen except for the Lasso of Truth, which slowly floated into Black Bart's hands.

"Sorry for the surprise," the villain said, "but I can't allow you your little toys. I want to fight you fair and square, one on one."

She looked around his vast penthouse. Now that she wasn't being blinded, she could see the walls were almost entirely made of glass, giving stunning views of the city at night from every direction. "You mean it's just you and me here?"

He smiled and nodded.

She struck a martial arts pose. "Fine. I can still beat you without my powers. Fight me!" She growled, "Bring it on!"

He closed the distance to her, still holding the lasso in one hand, and struck a similar pose. As they wearily eyed each other and circled for position, he said, "It's true that you can probably beat me, even without your special powers. You are still an Amazon and I am but a mere mortal. However, are you sure you want to hurt me?"

With a dramatic flourish, he suddenly pulled his black hood off.

She gasped. "No! It can't be! A-A... Al- Alan?!"

Alan took advantage of the confusion and quickly flung the magical lasso at her. With a bulls-eye toss it went around her neck and tightened.

She struggled with her hands to pull it off but it was useless. In truth, she was still so shocked to find her enemy was Alan that she didn't put up much of a fight. "Alan? You're Black Bart?! But you're not even black!"

He cackled as evil masterminds do and closed the rest of the distance to her. "I guess I wasn't being completely honest when I said I wanted to fight fair and square. But what do you expect from a super villain, Wonder Woman? Or should I call you by your real name... Christine?"

She was still stunned. "And you know my secret identity? Great Hera! I've been completely defeated! Alan or Black Bart or whomever you are, why are you doing this to me?!"

Holding the lasso with one hand, he reached out and traced a finger along the underside of her chin. He spoke mostly to himself. "Finally! All my years of scheming have come to fruition!"

Then, eyeing her body from head to toe with undisguised lust, he spoke to her. "Christine, I'm afraid you are the cause of my fall. I was a good kid until that fateful day way back in high school when I asked you out and you rejected me. Since that time, I knew the only way to take you as mine was by force. It took years and years of scheming, but at last! You are mine!"

Christine blabbered, "But, but, but... Alan, you were always a good person. This plot, the poisoning of thousands, I can't believe you would do something like that!"

Again he cackled, but less like a manic villain. As can only happen in dreams, he was slowly morphing from an evil mastermind to ordinary teenage Alan while Christine was morphing from Wonder Woman to her normal self (while still keeping the superheroine garb).

He said, "You silly fool! There's no poisoning plot. I just made sure you overheard that so you'd be forced to come here and fall into my trap. There is no plot at all. However, it took years of hard work, lots of money, and great advances in technology before I could find a way to neutralize your powers. Everything I've done my whole adult life has simply been to get you at my complete mercy."

With that reminder, Christine again bewailed the loss of her weapons. "Great Hera! Without my Golden Girdle, you can have your way with me and fulfill all of your perverted desires!"

He laughed. "That's pretty much the plan." As they talked, he was using more of the lasso's rope to bind her hands behind her back.

She didn't resist this, but complained, "And you're using my Lasso of Truth against me! Surely you must be aware that anyone bound by the lasso must not just tell the truth, but must obey any command whatsoever!"

He laughed again. "If I didn't know it before I know it now. Thanks for the tip. Heh-heh! However, of course I knew that already. In fact, I also know that this magical rope can never be undone or broken. Once it's on, only I can take it off. So that means you'll be mine forever. You're no longer Wonder Woman the superheroine, but simply Christine the super sex slave."

"Great Hera, no! It can't be!" Despite her protests, her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was getting wet as she thought about him taking advantage of her.

With the rope now around her neck and her wrists, he stepped back and admired her. "Damn! You really are something, you know that?"

He reached down with his gloved hands and pulled on the star-studded blue fabric covering her groin. As can only happen in dreams, the strong fabric tore away easily, practically dissolving in his hands. He smirked as he looked at her exposed pussy. "A-ha! I knew it! Look how aroused you are. You're soaking wet! Aren't you?"

Christine could feel the rivulets of cum pouring out of her pussy lips, but she tried to convince herself that she wasn't actually wet. She protested hotly, "Nnnnnnn-yes! Argh! Curse that Lasso! I can't lie! But it's only because... rrrraagggaaah! I can't say that either!"

He laughed. Then his eyes drifted up to her breasts. "Ah. I decided to save the best for last. Why are superheroines always so smoking hot and busty? Do all the superpowers reside in the boobs? Speaking of which..." He stepped forward and pulled her top down enough to cause her breasts to bounce free.

He exclaimed, "Oh yeah! The objects of my desire. These damned tits drove me mad with lust. They've driven me to this extreme, but now the waiting is over!" He reached out and began fondling them with both hands.

Christine stood stiff and grimaced at her complete nudity. She complained as he tweaked her nipples, "That's no way to treat a superheroine!"

He joked, "Sorry. Why don't you make a formal protest to the Justice League?"

She just whimpered in frustration and shivered with arousal. She knew that she'd been completely bested. She couldn't really hurt Alan due to a love for him that she had long suppressed. Even if she were able to overtake him, she would still face the impossible task of getting past all his henchmen without her powers.

Great Hera! There's absolutely nothing I can do to stop him. Doubtless he's planned this evil deed for years and worked out every contingency to prevent my escape. He's mauling my tits like raw bread dough and all I can do is stand here and take it. How utterly humiliating! My only hope is to talk him out of his madness.

She pouted, "The indignity!" But that just made him chuckle more, so she asked, "Alan, why are you so obsessed with me? Why?!"

He spoke with great pain even as he fondled her erect nipples. "Christine, don't you know? You're the only woman I've ever truly loved. When you turned me down I was utterly crushed and too ashamed to ever ask you out again."

"But you could have just asked me. Don't you remember our non-romantic dates? I practically threw myself at you."

"Perhaps, but my soul was so deeply wounded from your rejection that I could never ask you out again. I knew on some level that you were attracted to me, but that only increased my agony at my cowardice towards you. Instead, I turned to other women. Lots of them. As you know, within weeks, I was having sex with a dozen or more completely stunning women. My libido went into overdrive. I turned into a sex maniac. But it was all a sham! I needed a constant stream of women to forget about you. But it was no good. I knew I could only ever want you and this was the only way since you laughed in my face."

"I did not laugh in your face. I was very polite."

He continued to fondle. He simply couldn't get enough of her breasts. "Christine, you don't understand how you come across to others, do you? You were so cold, so heartless. It's no wonder everyone still calls you the 'ice queen.' You shattered my soul and turned me into this heartless villain. If I can't have your heart, at least I'll have your body." His picked her up and quickly carried her to his bed, conveniently located mere feet from where they were standing.

CHAPTER 6

Alan finally undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. His very large and insistent erection bounced out.

Christine stared at it with great alarm, but more than a little arousal too. Great Hera! What's wrong with me?! This twisted soul is about to rape me and my loins are starting to lubricate? It can't be! It's a completely hopeless situation but I have to resist every step of the way and pray for rescue.

She said, "Alan, please. Let's talk this out. I had no idea I hurt you so badly. I had no idea you love me so much either. Can't we make some kind of deal?"

But Alan didn't answer. He merely said, "You know, since you're a captive of the Lasso of Truth you cannot tell a lie. So tell me: why did you turn me down when I asked you out?"

"I don't know! I really don't! I was a fool. Looking back on it now, I think it was partly that I was taken by complete surprise. I thought of you as a friend and didn't have a chance to consider there might be something more there. Also, I was scared. I'd never even kissed a guy and I thought I wasn't ready to start. And to my great shame, I must admit that it was partly due to status. I was a pretty important figure in school and you were unfortunately more or less a nobody, socially. A lot of girls would have teased me if we were more than just friends."

He started to rub his erection against her hip while he continued to run his hands all over her defenseless body. "So that's it?! I was driven to the brink of madness because you were afraid of a little teasing?! Even now, you crush my soul."

"I'm so sorry! I really am. You have the lasso around me so I can't be lying about my sincere regret. Looking back, I know I fell in love with you at some point but by the time I realized that, it was too late and you had Amy! Look! Again the lasso proves that I'm not lying."

He climbed up onto the bed and started to climb over her. "Amy meant nothing to me. She only reminded me of you." He looked at her face and was mesmerized by her luscious red lips. "Oh! Christine! Do you remember our goodnight kisses on our platonic dates? Have you ever kissed a man on the lips since?"

"Of course not. I knew that my secret powers would be rendered useless if I lost my virginity so I was afraid to start any romance. And all the while I still carried a flame for you. I was willing to lose all those powers for you, but not for any other man! Again, the lasso proves my words! But now, the twisted, dark soul you've become..."

"I'm sorry, Christine. I'm so sorry. I should have been stronger and not given into to my base lusts, but your incredible beauty was more than I could take. We may never be able to regain our lost chances and innocence, but I'll have to console myself by having you as my sex pet."

"No, Alan, no! It doesn't have to be that way."

"It does. I'm afraid I can't risk the chance of losing you again. I can't take the lasso off. If you were to escape, I would truly go insane." He was on top of her now and continued to slowly scoot up her body.

"What are you doing?!"

"Again, I'm so sorry, but I can't stop myself. For years I have dreamed of fucking your brains out, taking every hole and pounding into your sweet body with my hardness until the end of time. I can't wait a moment longer. I love every inch of you, but more than anything, God dammit, I love your tits. I have to have them!"

Now sitting on her stomach, he lined his erection up with her cleavage and pressed forward. "It's not just that they're so damn huge, but they're impossibly perfect in every way, just like you."

Christine struggled to create a better tit tunnel for Alan to fuck but couldn't since she was unable to use her bound hands. She thought, Why am I trying to help him with this humiliating act? I must be as mad as he is! But there's something about him that I just can't resist. Maybe it's that cute irrepressible smile of his or maybe it's the way he used to treat me so kindly when everyone else was turned off by my ice queen reputation. Or maybe it's all those rumors and stories about his incredible sexual exploits!

Alan held Christine's breasts by the nipples, pulling on them as he started to plow away through her cleavage. He was helped by a couple extra inches of penis, thanks to Christine's generous dream imagination.

Damn! So it begins! I imagine he'll never be satisfied until he's taken all my holes and destroyed my super powers. Actually, it sounds like he'll never be satisfied period. I'm probably going to have to suffer this indignity and much worse every single day of my life from now on. The horror!

Alan continued to happily stoke away between her large, soft orbs and tease her nipples.

She thought, So if it's so horrible, then why am I so aroused? Why did I put up such little resistance and let him capture me? Why is my pussy so wet? It's like my body actually CRAVES to be mounted by this twisted man. Having him tie me up and relentlessly use my chest for his own selfish pleasure actually turns me on! It can't be. I HAVE to resist! ... I sure wish he'd stop doing what he's doing to my nipples, though. That's making me hornier than anything else.

Alan suddenly stopped, as if he'd read her thoughts. "God! As much as I love to fuck your huge hooters, there's so much of you to explore." He scooted back down her body, leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach as he went.

Her concern grew as his mouth started to blow air over her bush and onto her clit. "What- what are you doing?"

"I may have an evil and twisted soul, but you can't say I won't treat your body right. I'm going to make you cum over and over and I'm not going to stop until you scream my name with pure joy."

He dropped his face into her crotch, practically burying his nose in her pussy lips.

Christine moaned, "NO! What...? Don't! Oh! ... Not so...! Not so good!"

He was licking her pussy like it was the greatest experience of his life, which it was. Generally his tongue lapped up and in her pussy lips while his fingers toyed with her clit, but sometimes his tongue and fingers switched places.

He paused for a little while just to admire her pussy. "Mmmm. That's a nice one. Nothing like a good ol' all-American, corn-fed, natural blonde pussy. All covered with Stars and Stripes on your red, white, and blue uniform, too." He cackled. "My tongue feels so patriotic!" Then he dove back in.

Christine was concerned that she would climax thanks to the ministrations of a criminal mastermind. She tried to resist, but his every touch was so electric and magical that she knew it was no use.

"Alan! NO! Please! Have mercy, please! ... Spare me.. If you keep doing that, I'm gonna.... No! Stop! Too good!"

Within minutes, Alan worked her up to a powerful climax. Her protests eventually turned into cries of, "Yes! YES! God, yes! Great Hera forgive me, but I love it!"

Her whole body practically exploded with orgasmic pleasure. She writhed about frantically and helplessly. She actually loved the fact that her arms were bound and that she was in the complete mercy of her lover.

Alan kept licking her pussy even after her great multiple orgasm and even after she completely passed out.

CHAPTER 7

Christine came to only to find Alan still lapping away happily between her powerful thighs. But as her senses returned she realized her pussy was much too sensitive and she successfully begged him off.

But he was only getting started. "Seeing you cum so hard on my tongue has just increased my desire even more. You truly are the sexiest woman in the world, especially when you're in the throes of passion. But as much as I love your pussy, your face is what haunts me. You're so beautiful." He began scooting back up her body.

Christine was in a sexual la-la land, still dreamy from her great climax. She cooed, "Oh Alan... If being with you means I have to be bad, then I don't wanna be good."

But then Alan added, "I love your face. I dream about it every night. That's why I can't wait to fuck it." He scooted up further.

"What?! Alan, please, no!"

"It's only fair. I gave you oral pleasure, now it's your turn to do the same. Isn't that what superheroines are all about, fairness and justice?"

"Yes, but..."

He continued to slowly work his way back up her body, kissing and fondling as he went.

The anticipation for Christine was excruciating. Finally his groin reached her neck. She fully expected him to put his big hard-on in her mouth and fuck her face, but he did not. At least, not yet.

Instead, he sat up on his heels a bit with his knees on either side of her head so that his erection hung several inches above her face. He could have put it in her mouth, but instead he rested the tip against her left cheek.

He looked to be on the verge of tears. "Christine, I've been stalking you for years. I know this face better than I know my own. I just couldn't let go of you, even though you so cruelly rejected me. I want to make love to every last inch of you. Is that wrong? If it is, I don't care! I love you in my own twisted way!"

He slowly dragged his erection around her face, leaving a copious trail of pre-cum wherever he went. His actions seemed more loving than lustful, because it seemed as if his hard-on was actually caressing her face. It explored her nose, ears, jaw line, and even the tiara on her forehead. He mumbled, "I'm going to savor this moment as long as I can..."

She thought, God dammit again! Alan has always been annoyingly thoughtful. Even now, he's nice enough to get me in the mood with foreplay before he takes my mouth. But he's TOO nice! Dammit, stick that fat thing in my mouth already! I want it! Lord help me, but I actually want to suck on his big dick until kingdom come. What kind of sorry assed superheroine does that make me? I don't know, but I DO know that I'm going to scream out soon if he DOESN'T stuff my lips with cock soon!

Alan had been thoughtful, but now he said, "Say the magic word."

"What?" She had to close her eyes because he was even running his penis over her eyelids. Additionally, as he'd been doing for some time now, one of his hands was stretched back behind him and working on her clit. She thought she would go completely bonkers, it felt so good.

"I said, 'say the magic word.' You know the one I mean."

Christine replied in a pouty, spoiled baby voice, "I don't..." She was going to say "wanna" but the lasso prevented her from telling a lie.

He teased in a sing-song voice, "Oh, I think you dooOOOoooo..." With his arm stretching back behind him, he was fingering her pussy lips, making her even hotter. But more maddeningly, his dick was now rubbing all around her lips but not actually entering in them.

"It's not fair," she complained, still using a pouty voice. "You have me completely at your mercy. You're making me so incredibly hot for you, and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it!"

"No one says life is fair." He brought his erection right over her mouth but didn't press down into it.

Christine suddenly found her tongue darting out, licking pre-cum right as it came out of his piss hole. She blushed as she realized what she was doing and pulled her tongue back. "My body is betraying me!"

"And what an incredible body it is. They say that busty superheroines make the best sluts. Is that true?"

She thought, So much for him being nice. He's torturing me! This is cruel and unusual punishment. But I have an iron will. I have my pride. I WILL NOT GIVE IN!

Alan again ran his erection all around her lips.

This time, she suddenly jerked her head forward and attempted to swallow his cockhead.

He let her succeed for a bit and she happily wrapped her lips around it and tried to feed more and more of it into her mouth by leaning her head steadily forward.

However, Alan was just playing with her and also was raising himself up, finally moving his erection completely out of reach.

She let out a very frustrated sigh and dropped her head back down.

He immediately resumed painting her lips with a trail of pre-cum.

She sighed even louder. Then, almost inaudibly, she said, "Please."

"What was that? I can't hear you."

"Yes you can, you evil motherfucker! I said please, dammit!"

"Please what? What do you want me to do?" He started to run his dick over her nose, going further and further away from her mouth.

"Fuck you! Please fuck my mouth! Is that what you wanted to hear? I want you to fuck my mouth more than I ever wanted anything in my whole life and since you still have me bound with my own goddamn lasso, you know it must be true! So do it! Dammit, Alan, do it already!"

"Well, since you put it so nicely... Heh-heh! Finally! I've been waiting for this moment practically all my life."

He thrust his hips forward as if he was going to do it, but then at the last second he stopped. "Wait. Say it. The other thing."

"What?"

"You know what. The Lasso of Truth will prove your words to be true, if you can in fact say it."

"Oh, Alan... This is so humiliating, after the way you're treating me and the twisted evil man you've become... Turning me into nothing but your sex pet. ... The truth is, I love you! I always have, I always will!"

Alan's face was overcome with emotion. There was sadness and joy together, but mostly there was lust. He replied, "And I love you too. Now we can stay in bed and love each other until the end of time, starting right now."

He put the tip of his dick right over her mouth again, and again her tongue eagerly sought it out and tried to lick what it could reach. But now he guided it in deeper instead of pulling it away.

Her lips closed around it and again she sighed, but this was a sigh of pure contentment. Oh GOD that feels good! The fact is, I still DO love him and I know I'm going to love everything he does to me. Drive it in deep, Alan! Fuck my throat! I want to learn how to deep throat you. I want to do everything I can to keep your balls emptying into my holes all day long! I may be your slut now, but I'm gonna be the best slut you've ever had!

Thinking about being the best suddenly reminded her of Alan's many other lovers. His dick was inexorably filling her mouth, but in the last seconds while she could still manage to say some words, she asked, "What about your other lovers?"

"What other lovers? Those were all long ago. I gave them up because none of them were you. You're the only one I've ever loved or ever will!"

Now her tongue was frantically licking his cockhead and her lips were sliding over all the cock they could. So she was unable to speak out loud, but to herself she shouted, Alan, I love you too! I don't care what you do to me; I want you to do everything to me because I love you so much! Please! Make me a woman!

Just as Alan's big dick started to hit the back of her throat, she woke up.

She bolted up in bed. Bleah! Oh shit! Not again!

She sat back against her headboard and sighed. Damn, damn, damn. This is the third night in a row I've had a dream like this. It starts out like my usual Wonder Woman dreams but somehow always ends with Alan sticking his dick in me somewhere. Ever since I overheard Amy on Thursday going on about what an incredible sex machine he is, I can't stop thinking about him.

But what a STUPID dream. I mean, it's so ridiculously implausible. AS IF I'm in love with him. HA! And the whole premise of Alan being some evil mastermind. Give me a break! Why can't my dreams be more logical? There were plot holes I could drive a truck through. Bleah. In love with Alan. RIGHT! Pffft!

I keep having so many sexual dreams. Why? Why?! For the last month plus, almost every time I remember a dream, it's intensely sexual. It seems that with each additional date I have with Alan, my dreams get more sexual, more vivid, and more, well, Alan-centric.

With all these dreams I'm having I'm really starting to wonder if I'm some kind of repressed insatiable slut. I must be repressed on some level because I'm not in the slightest bit submissive, but I keep having these dreams about being tied up. In fact, that happens in every single dream lately, just about. Maybe that's symbolic, too. Maybe it's my libido that's tied up and is trying to tell me how much it wants to be released. But what if I release it in real life and I go completely bonkers, like in this latest dream? Actually, I should call it a nightmare.

And the dreams always end right before penetration, right before the fun is really gonna start. This stupid virginity of mine. I can't even get laid in my fantasies. I don't even get to find out what a blowjob is like. Argh! And it's all Alan's fault! I was just fine two months ago. Sure, it nagged me to not have a normal social life and no romantic life, but I figured I could let my hair down after getting into the college of my choice.

Then. The rumors. The goddamned rumors. Right after I turned him down for a date, the whole goody goody network started to light up like a Christmas tree with rumors about Alan this and Alan that. He was supposedly painting panties on cheerleaders, having sex in closets, sex during lunch, sex with his teacher, blowjobs in bathrooms, sex with Heather even, and on and on. Why, there was even a crazy rumor that he and some stacked blonde had sex completely naked on the hood of a car in the upper parking lot! Ha! As if!

But there are so many rumors that it's obvious at least some of them are true. And everybody starts going off on how sex with him is supposed to be the best thing since sliced bread. Especially Amy. She went into such incredibly graphic detail, and she's his girlfriend - or at least one of them! - so she should know.

Alan, I hate you! You've piqued my curiosity with all these rumors and now I can't get sex, or you, or sex with you, out of my mind! This is all your fault. The dates we have and all the flirting is just too sexy and fun. I can't stand it! What happened to the old Christine, the good Christine? Even though I still haven't actually done anything I'll regret yet, you've completely perverted my dream mind. Worse, you've been so frustratingly sensible about saying that you wouldn't be good for me and that I should keep my distance from you. That just shames and frustrates me even more and makes me love you for caring about me like that.

No! Woe is me! That's the worst. "Love." How can I love a boy who has a girlfriend and multiple "helpers" besides? Can I be happy as just another helper?

Ha. Hell no! That's a complete non-starter. Thank goodness Alan rejected that suggestion right off the bat.

I don't need that, no thanks! Although, it wouldn't be THAT bad, really. If only Alan could make love to me just one time, and make me a woman. He and I should stop talking about it so much and he should just go ahead and do it! Take me!

Is that the real reason why I keep having all these dreams about being bound and ravaged by a forceful Alan? Probably. But unfortunately he's far too nice of a guy. It's not happening.

She sighed heavily. She lay in bed staring at the ceiling for a long time. Her feelings for Alan were torn up and confused and she couldn't figure out what she really wanted or what was possible for her to actually get.

CHAPTER 8 (Sunday, Nov. 24)

The next day, Suzanne and Amy were hanging out at the Plummer house after everyone had come back from church. Just as the group was finishing lunch, the doorbell rang.

They all knew who was coming. Amy, the most energetic of the group, jumped up and ran to the door.

Sure enough, it was Brenda. She wore a trench coat even though it was a reasonably warm day outside. As soon as Amy closed the door, Brenda lifted the coat off her shoulders and let it drop dramatically to the floor.

Amy whistled approvingly. "Hey, everybody! Check this out. Talk about some yummy tit flesh. Mmmm. You're so scrumptiously yummerific, Brenda."

Brenda smiled, amused at Amy's unique lingo. "Thank you, Mistress Amy. You're not looking too bad yourself. But why is everyone so dressed up? There's not a single exposed tit in the whole house!"

Brenda was dressed for action. She wore black high heeled boots up to her thighs and black arm-length gloves. But other than that, all she wore was a thin black bikini bottom, and one thin strip that went from the top of one hip, up over a tit, behind her neck and then back down the other tit to meet back up with the bikini bottom at the top of the other hip. She was also heavily made up and her hair was perfect.

"What's up with this 'Mistress Amy' stuff?" Amy asked. "Like, you want us to tie you up and whip you or something?"

"Not a half bad idea, my mistress," Brenda demurred. "Didn't the others tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Amy vaguely recalled Susan saying something yesterday about some new arrangement with Brenda, but she'd been too busy getting felt up by Katherine and sucking on Susan's boobs to pay much attention.

Katherine sat at a counter stool in the kitchen with Susan. They could see and hear Brenda in the entranceway, but Katherine walked up next to Amy and said, "About the lack of exposed tits. You've got a point, Brenda. Two big ones, actually." She giggled.

Brenda grabbed both of her firm melons and thrust them out as far as she could. She used to almost hate her big tits. She'd often thought about getting breast reduction surgery due to the back aches they sometimes caused, but now she was extremely proud of them. She smiled whenever she thought about how easily they made Alan's penis hard. Now, merely sensing or thinking about her tits automatically made her think about Alan's penis, which was one reason why she had his penis on her mind nearly all the time. About the only time she wasn't thinking about Alan's penis was when she got distracted by thinking about her own son Adrian's slightly less impressive manhood instead.

Katherine reached out and tweaked both of Brenda's nipples through the thin strips of fabric over them. She rolled the remarkably elongated nipples around in her fingers. "Mmmm. That's what I'm talking about. Definitely tasty. But unfortunately we've all vowed to abstain from any orgasms until Alan gets back. So that's why it looks like we just got back from church. As a matter of fact, we did just get back from church."

"Oh." Brenda looked down at the floor, very disappointed. She dropped her tits and slumped in dejection, inadvertently causing her nipples to spring free of the thin black straps that had been covering them. Her mighty orbs, freed of restraints, bounced up and down, over and over.

She raised a hand to put the strap back into place, but Katherine reached out and gently stopped her with a hand. That turned into another brief nipple tweak. "Hold on, Brenda. Just because we're not getting all sexual today doesn't mean you have to do the same."

Katherine looked down and noticed that Brenda's thong in fact left most of her bush exposed. The two parts of the thong met right at Brenda's clit, and it looked like Brenda would get delightfully stimulated with every step she took. Katherine very much approved of that, but she looked back up at Brenda's chest and complained, "Do you not remember what Suzanne told you?"

Brenda remembered. She murmured abashedly, "I'm not supposed to cover up my nipples if I can help it, Mistress Katherine."

Katherine and Amy both nodded encouragingly. Katherine answered, "That's right. And you don't want to cross Suzanne, believe me. Do you believe in my mother's Big Tits Theory?"

"Of course. My enormous breasts are proof that I've been placed on this Earth to sexually serve my superiors. I have no doubt about it. And all of you are my superiors, Alan most of all."

"Well then, let's see your glories in their full glory."

Brenda dramatically pulled the straps over her breasts aside and thrust her bared chest forward again. She happily thought of a quote from Alan that Susan had told her on the phone recently: "Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your tits high up in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed about." That's what I'm doing too, Master Alan!

Katherine smiled. "That's better. But come on in. Can we fix you some lunch?"

"No thanks. I just ate. ... Um, Mistress Katherine." Brenda blushed. She was still getting used to using mistress titles.

Brenda followed the two daughters with her back still arched to thrust her bouncing boobs even more prominently than usual. The sight was so mouth-wateringly arousing that by the time they reached the kitchen counter, everyone was quite horny. Hello kisses followed all around.

Brenda got (and gave in return) enthusiastic kisses and tit gropes from everyone but Suzanne. The dark red haired, green eyed beauty barely gave Brenda a peck on the cheek.

Everyone noticed Suzanne's unusual behavior.

Brenda immediately blamed herself. "Did I do something to displease you, Mistress Suzanne? I'm sorry that my nipples were covered up when I first came in, but I thought I'd quickly take off..."

Suzanne cut in, "No, don't worry about that. It's nothing. I'm just not in the mood. Why don't you all have fun together. I'm going to go lay out by the pool for a while." She got up, opened the sliding door leading to the patio, and went outside. Her church clothes weren't the thing to wear for lounging in the sun, but in truth she just wanted to be alone for a little while. Brenda's abject subservience reminded her of her own issues with Alan and the new family pact in a negative way. She also was worrying about Glory and if she was wise to tell her the great secret. Furthermore, Alan being gone was making her feel especially pissy.

Brenda didn't say anything, but her face was full of consternation.

Susan spoke up. "Don't worry, Brenda. It's not you. For some reason, Suzanne seems to be in a bad mood today. She's been like that all morning, and doubly so since we got back from church. I haven't seen her smile once all day. She was kind of moody last night too, now that I think about it."

Brenda frowned even more. In her new, submissive relationship with the Plummer family, she tended to blame herself for any problem, even if she had nothing to do with it.

Katherine immediately saw the frown, and consoled, "Don't worry, Brenda. She's probably just missing Alan. Like all of us."

That made Brenda feel better. "Wait, Mistress Katherine. Please take off all of your heavy clothes and I'll help you take your mind off him. Then I'll go down on everyone else. It's the least I can do." She licked her lips in anticipation of this "chore" she'd have to "suffer" through.

But the others showed no reaction to that except frustrated frowns. Brenda thought, and then said, "No, wait. Scratch that. None of you are having any climaxes today. Well, if you won't have any, then I won't either. We'll all stick together."

Susan spoke up. "Hold on, Brenda. That's a nice thought, but if you do that, how are we going to complete your slave training? That's why we had you come over in the first place."

Since Amy had spaced out in the earlier discussions, she asked, "What training? I think I definitely missed something with all this 'mistress' stuff."

Susan explained, "Amy dear, did no one tell you? Brenda is going to be the Plummer house slave from now on. That means she's going to be your slave too. This isn't a game; it's very much what she wants to do. Permanently, I think."

Brenda nodded in affirmation.

Susan continued, "But while she's very enthusiastic, she's never been a slave before, and she needs some training. And heck, to be honest, we need the practice too, to figure out how to handle her. I don't know the first thing about slave management, and I'm sure you don't either. I wish Suzanne wasn't having one of her moods, 'cos she'd know what to do."

Amy looked over at Brenda, who nodded again, indicating everything Susan said was true. Then Amy exclaimed to Susan, "Wow. Like, a real slave? That's so weird! Is she going to be in chains and stuff?"

"No," Susan explained patiently. "Not unless she wants to. It's just a state of mind. It's something that excites and fulfills her. It means that she'll do anything we ask her to do. Any of us, you included. She lives to serve us and please us, especially sexually, just as we live to sexually serve Alan. And if she fails to do what we command, she gets punished."

Brenda got down on her knees, bowed her head, and stated in almost zombie-like fashion, "I am a sexual plaything made only to serve the Plummer family." It was something she'd repeated in her head many times a day in recent days.

Amy said to Susan, "Wow! That's wild. She's like, too beautiful to be a willing slave. Wow. So you mean, I could order her to lick my muff and she would, just like that?" Amy snapped her fingers.

As soon as those words left Amy's mouth, Brenda scooted forward a bit, and ducked under Amy's long dress. Remarkably, Amy was wearing underwear for once (since she'd just come home from church), but Brenda pulled that away and had her mouth on Amy's shaved pussy lips within seconds of Amy's question. She wanted to show to Amy how well she could serve.

"WOW!" Amy exclaimed while the others giggled. "That's service! Gosh, this is soooo neat! But, I mean, how is that so different from the rest of us? Susan, if you asked me to lick your pussy, my tongue would be on it before you could say sarsaparilla."

Brenda meanwhile continued pussy licking, causing Amy's eyes to go wide.

Susan explained, "That's true, and I'd do the same for you. The difference is that I'd ask you to go down on me, but I'd order Brenda to. And I know we're usually in the mood; in fact we're just about always in the mood, but what if you're not in the mood somehow? What if you were just really tired one day? So tired that you didn't want to fuck?"

"Gosh. I'd have to be super duper tired, then."

Susan grinned at that youthful enthusiasm. "But the point is, you can choose. You can say no. But Brenda can't. She doesn't want to have the freedom to say no. That may sound cruel, but that's the way she wants it. I know it sounds strange, but Suzanne has explained to me that ever since Brenda discovered her true self, she wants and needs to serve us. She even needs to get punished regularly. In fact, she likes that part more than anything. Isn't that right, Brenda?"

Brenda paused in her lapping and spoke up from the darkness under Amy's dress. "I'm sorry, Mistress Susan! I'm a BAD slave. A naughty slave! It's so wrong of me to crave punishment. I think you need to punish me for that. A spanking. I need a real good spanking!"

Amy, Katherine, and Susan all laughed at the way Brenda confirmed the crazy logic behind what Susan had said.

Susan said to Amy, but also to Katherine, "See what I mean? For Brenda, everything is an excuse for a spanking. Suzanne and I were talking about this yesterday, and we've decided to institute a reverse punishment system. Brenda will get spanked after she does things well. That way it'll be a reward, though we can play like it's a punishment. When she actually does something bad, we'll punish her by taking away her slave status. She'll have to dress up, underwear and all, and watch TV."

Suddenly Brenda pulled herself out from Amy's dress and looked up at Susan, her eyes wide with horror. "Watch TV? Fully dressed? With underwear? What are you talking about? That's the last thing I want to do when I'm at the Plummer house. That's just so ... normal!"

Susan giggled. "That's the point. Suzanne's so smart. It was her idea. She said that unless we did that, Brenda, you'd probably slowly destroy the house and drive us all crazy in an attempt to get spanked more and more."

Brenda folded her arms beneath her tremendous tits and huffed, "Well, I must submit to the decisions of my masters. But what am I supposed to do to get spanked, then?!"

Amy lifted her dress back up over Brenda's head and said, "I know! If you get me off real good with that licking, I'll promise to spank you really hard."

Brenda immediately dove back into Amy's snatch.

But before she could get more than a few licks in, Katherine pointed out, "Um, Aims, I hate to bring this up, but what about the no orgasms ban until Alan gets back?"

"Oh. Dagnammit. Golly geez! That's frustrating. Brenda, you'd better stop while I still have the willpower to say that."

Brenda stopped and pulled out from under the dress again. She looked crestfallen, even as Amy's pussy juice dripped down her cheeks. "Whatever you say, Mistress Amy. But with all of you abstaining all weekend, how can I earn a spanking? Maybe if I clean up the house really well, will you-"

Susan spoke up. "That's another thing, Amy. Brenda's going to be doing most of the chores around the house from now on, too. She says that's what she wants. That's what slaves do."

"That's right, Mistress Susan," Brenda agreed, while she licked up the cum on her face and swallowed it down. "But slaves most definitely do NOT wear underwear and watch TV. That's just so ... wrong! Licking Alan's pole for hours on end while he watches a good movie, or making you all snacks while you watch something together, now those are the kind of things a slave should do." She looked resolutely at the others. "My role is to serve my master and mistresses! I am here merely to give you all pleasure!"

"And to get spanked," Susan pointed out. "You have your needs too. In fact, Suzanne says you're going to be very high maintenance with all your spanking and sexual needs."

"But Mom," Amy asked, "Why would a woman with watermelon sized-tits, a cute baby face, and loads of money want to be a slave?"

"That's what turns her on and makes her happy. Suzanne explained it all to me. Amy, I know it seems nonsensical, but if you think about my Big Tits Theory, it makes perfect sense. God obviously made horny, big-titted women to sexually please others. The bigger the tits, the more true that is, so a woman with hooters like hers would naturally want to be a complete slave."

"Gosh. I didn't realize." Even with her hidden intelligence, Amy was very impressionable. She suddenly opened her mouth wide and gasped, "Wait a minute! My boobies are getting a lot bigger lately. Does that mean..."

"Yes. As your bustline continues to grow, you'll feel an increasingly insistent need to suck and fuck your master. You'll live for lusty, busty sex with him, even more than you do now." Susan really believed that.

Amy's eyes went wide as saucers. "Even more? Wow!"

Susan let go of Amy's face and turned to gently tweak one of Brenda's long nipples. "It's remarkable, I know. Suzanne says Brenda will remain almost orgasmically happy merely by the act of serving us. Something like vacuuming the floor is a sexual act for her. The more degrading and demanding we are to her, the more she loves it. However, Alan is a very nice boy, and there are certain things I'm sure he won't allow anyone to do to her, even though she'd love it. But we can spank her, for instance, and if we spank her she'll be in seventh heaven. We need to practice that, so why don't we do that right now? Then, Amy, you can see what I mean."

Brenda's eyes went wide and she clutched her legs together as if she'd accidentally peed.

Katherine rolled her eyes. "Brenda, don't tell me you just climaxed from Susan saying you'd get spanked."

"No," Brenda admitted. "But it made me all gushy. See?" She sat up on her knees and pulled her sopping wet bikini bottoms to the side. That caused them to slowly fall down her legs.

Katherine was amazed at the rivers of pussy juice flowing down both of Brenda's thighs. She wanted to dive right in and enjoy the taste, but then she remembered the no orgasms vow. "Damn!" she cried out. "Brenda, that looks so tasty, but I can't. Not now. None of us have cum since Saturday morning. It's going to be so tough making it until Alan gets back."

All four of them sighed as they contemplated just how true that was.

CHAPTER 9

Amy, Katherine, and Susan went to the underwear cabinet and changed into more "comfortable" outfits for the spanking, which meant négligées and the like.

Then Susan opened the screen door leading to the backyard and called out for Suzanne to come back in.

Suzanne came back immediately. She was the only one still formally dressed. She said in a peeved and surly tone, "What is it, already?"

Susan explained as she led Suzanne to the living room, "We're about to give Brenda a spanking. I thought you'd want to join in. Heck, I don't think we can do it properly without you. We need your help and expertise."

Suzanne looked over at the middle table. Brenda's bikini bottoms had been tossed on the floor by the kitchen counter. Brenda's naked ass was high up over the table, ready and lightly jiggling with anticipation of being spanked. Amy and Katherine stood by, eager to watch or help with her "punishment."

But Suzanne said caustically, "Susan, it's a spanking, for God's sake. We're not building a nuclear reactor here. You don't need me for this. I think maybe I should go home. I've got important things to do."

Susan came close and looked very deeply into Suzanne's eyes, trying to figure her out. Finally, she said, "What's wrong? There's been something about you all day long. I thought you were just missing Alan, but it must be something more. Did one of us upset you or something? Please tell us so we can fix whatever it is and do better. It hurts me to see you so upset."

Suzanne sighed and sat down on one of the couches. Her surliness disappeared, only to be replaced by sadness. "No. It's not you. Sorry. It's me." She let out an extremely long sigh. "It's just that, well... I've been thinking. I'm happy to be part of the Plummer house, to be your sister and a second mother to Katherine to Alan. That means so much to me. You've always been more to me than a sister." Suddenly Suzanne's eyes started to tear up. She had to turn away and wipe her face for a second.

Susan sat down on the couch next to Suzanne and touched her tenderly on the shoulder. "What is it, Suzanne? If you're so happy, then why are you starting to cry?" The tender touch turned to a firm and loving hold.

Suzanne turned and looked at everyone one by one. The spanking was temporarily forgotten while everyone tried to figure out what put Suzanne in this unusual mood. "I don't know. It's just that, on Friday I said some things, agreed to some things in the heat of the moment, and now I'm wondering if that was such a bright idea. I mean, no offense Brenda, but I was basically agreeing to be Alan's sex slave, and loving it! Me! That's fine for the likes of Brenda, because that's what feels right for her, but I'm an independent and even domineering sort of woman. I like to be in charge. If you would have asked me even a month ago, I never would have agreed to become anybody's slave in a million years! I would have laughed out loud at the very idea. It just doesn't sit right with me."

Susan just nodded and lovingly brushed the wetness away from Suzanne's cheeks with a light touch from her fingertips.

"But on the other hand, I'm really, really glad about The Pact that we've made, and I wouldn't undo it. My long-held dreams have finally come true, and I love it. I mean, I dreamed about one loving, sexual family with you all for years. But I'm also kind of ashamed about the way I've freely called myself Alan's fuck toy and sex slave. That sure was never part of my original dream!" She thought about the term "fuck toy," and added as an afterthought, "No offense, Katherine."

A puzzled Katherine replied, "None taken." She didn't realize that the term "Fuck toy" was particularly on Suzanne's mind, and that Suzanne and the others now closely associated that term with her.

Susan held her arms open. "Awww. Come here."

Suzanne fell into Susan's arms.

The two best friends squeezed each other tightly. They rocked and hugged for a while. Susan consoled Suzanne much like a mother consoling a crying child.

Once Suzanne had calmed down and relaxed a bit, Susan asked, "Now, tell us what brought this on. You were so fine with everything yesterday, long after Alan had left. Didn't you agree yesterday morning you were so happy that you could die? So what's changed since then?"

"I don't know," Suzanne answered hesitantly. "Maybe there's something in the air, or should I say, not in the air. This house is usually filled with the smell of Alan's cum, but he's been gone nearly two days now and the smell has nearly dissipated. Maybe we've just all been drugged by his deliciously sweet cum and that's all there is to all of this."

Susan looked to her daughters. "Does anyone else feel that?"

Amy and Katherine both emphatically shook their heads no.

Katherine clarified, "God, no! I've never been more ready to suck on the Alan-sicle. My tits actually ache because there's no hard brother meat thrusting in between them. And don't even get me started on how badly my cunt longs to be filled! Not to mention, I just miss seeing my brother's face so bad!"

Amy added, "Me too on all that, but don't forget the ass! Alan's going to FINALLY fuck me up the ass when he gets back!" She reached back with both hands and grabbed meaty handfuls of her plush posterior. "It's like waiting for Christmas morning. I can hardly even stand it! I love him and want him more than ever."

"I agree," Susan replied, amused and aroused by Amy's enthusiastic self-groping. "None of us are feeling that way at all. I don't know if I look like it on the surface, but on the inside I'm a total nervous wreck. I can't think of anything but how deeply he's going to plow me tonight. I've been more than daydreaming, I've been literally hallucinating! I see visions of Tiger fucking me everywhere. When I look at a piece of furniture, all I can think of are the many ways Tiger can take me on it, and it becomes so real that he's really there! ... But we're not drugged. No. We're doing this because we love it! Come on, Suzanne. I know you're the same too. What's going on? What's making you doubt this perfect world we've created and say such ridiculous things? Wouldn't you love to suck on the Alan-sicle right about now?"

"Yeah, you got me there...." But Suzanne's fond vision of Alan's thick penis pumping in and out of her mouth was disturbed by a recollection of the conversation she'd had with Glory the afternoon before. She felt proud of the way she'd handled that situation, but at the same time there were things Glory had said that really rankled her. It had brought long-standing issues that she'd been mostly ignoring to the forefront of her mind, and they'd stayed there ever since. Yet she couldn't tell the truth about what Glory had said to the others, since her conversation with Glory had to remain a secret.

Suzanne thought for a bit, and then came up with a way she could tell the content of what was bothering her without naming names. "Okay. Truth be told, last night I had a dream. In the dream, I met a woman who was very smart and independent-minded, and actually much like myself. She knew everything I'd done sexually with everyone, and said to me, 'I shudder to think what goes on in the Plummer house.' Then she said, 'Have you no shame? Why would you all agree to such an arrangement? Don't drag me into that madness!' And then when I think about that, it reminds me of the way I crawled on my hands and knees that one time, begging Alan to let me suck his cock. And then I wonder what's happened to me. Where's my pride? Where's my dignity?"

Suzanne paused and sighed. "Alan is wonderful. There's no doubt about that. I love my Sweetie more than I love my own life. But I just feel ... strange. It feels like my entire purpose in life now is to please him and make him cum. And I love it, but now that I've cleared my head a bit with his absence, I feel humiliated by it too. So I'm deeply conflicted. I don't want to change things, but I'm not really happy about things, either."

She looked around to all the others. "Do any of you understand how I feel? Am I the only one? I feel like my reaction is the normal one, and the Brenda reaction is not normal. No offense, Brenda. Again. Sorry. But don't any of you ever wonder about your dignity? Are you all so happy about this that you don't have ANY problems with the pact we made? Like all these things Katherine says about living to serve as a fuck toy - there's so much more to life!"

Susan replied, "I know what you mean, Suzanne, and I know logically that I should react differently to the humiliation, but it just makes me more aroused. I mean, Jesus. When my Tiger says 'Assume the position' and makes me get down on my knees naked as the day I was born and suck his magnificent throbbing cock until his sperm shoots down my throat, it just doesn't get any better than that! Well, it will tonight when he finally puts his motherfucking penis where it belongs, but that's another story." She sighed with longing, but didn't allow herself to get too distracted. "I guess that's the difference between dominants and submissives, and you're in a house full of subs. The fact is, I love The Pact. It's perfect."

Katherine and Brenda both nodded.

Brenda, in fact, still remained lying naked on the table with her ass up high. She couldn't be in a more humiliating position if she tried. She'd been told some about The Pact in phone calls with Susan the day before and felt a bit sad that she wasn't included.

But Katherine felt the need to defend herself. "Look, Suzanne. A person can have complete devotion to their partner and still get on with the rest of their life. Pleasing Brother makes me feel good AND gives me an endless number of mind-blowing orgasms. But of course I still have ambitions to go to college and much more beyond that. I'm just determined to be near him from now on, is all. Maybe calling myself a fuck toy is just one way I express my love."

Suzanne nodded and turned to Amy to see her response.

"Mother, I don't think I'm a domme or a sub. I just love sex. The way I figure, it's all gravy. What is pride all about, anyways? I thought you told me pride is not a virtue. Why not just do whatever feels good instead of worrying about how other people would think about it? Because isn't that what pride and dignity is all about, looking good to others and holding your head up high? I don't see the point in that. We should just have fun and forget about all those fuddy duddy bozo brains."

While Amy was surprisingly articulate, her mindset didn't gel with Suzanne's, so her comments didn't help much. Suzanne couldn't let go of her pride that easily.

Susan saw that and groped for something more useful to say. She started, "Now, according to the Big Tits Theory, women like us are made-"

Suzanne interrupted and said brusquely, "Please. Spare me your Big Tits Theory for once. ... Sorry. I know it means a lot to you, but..."

"No problem. Okay. Let's put it aside for a moment, even though I think we can learn a lot from it."

She was going to explain why she enjoyed loving and serving her son, but she belatedly realized that was the last thing Suzanne wanted to hear right now.

She scanned her mind for a more diplomatic yet still honest approach to take, then said, "Let's look at The Pact and see what you've actually agreed to. The way I look at it, I may be Alan's fuck toy and sex slave, but he's just as deeply tied to me. Is there anything he wouldn't do for any of us? No. It's a cliché, but he would climb the highest mountain. Literally."

She added, "And who's pleasuring who? He lives for our sexual pleasure just as much as we do for his. The fact is, we're all one big happy family now. It's a communal thing. We talk about harems and being his sex slaves and fuck toys because some of us find those words sexy and arousing. But if you don't, we don't have to use those words. We already agreed yesterday to cut back on the slave word so his ego doesn't grow too big. Of course, that doesn't count for Brenda since no other word does her justice. But the important thing is, we all love each other, and we're all a team. We ALL gain from that, not just Alan. Don't you see that?"

That argument really hit home for Suzanne. She just stared for a few moments, and then answered, "Yes. Yes, I do see it. God, Susan, that makes me feel so much better." They hugged and kissed.

But Suzanne's feelings weren't completely mollified, and when the hug ended she said, "But there's more to it than that. It's not really a completely equal exchange, is it? Lately, I feel like, well, like the only thing that matters is to please him. It's like we've all joined the cult of Alan and we've all been brainwashed. My own needs mean nothing, even in my own mind. It doesn't matter if I cum, the only thing that matters is if a tasty load explodes out of his big, thick, juicy six shooter. And I don't even have to be the target! I'll actually go around and find him someone to fuck, instead of me. Sometimes I look at a beautiful woman walking down the street and imagine how much more beautiful she'd look if her face and exposed tits was covered in his magnificent seed. My cunt starts to throb thinking about my Sweetie fucking HER! That's just weird! It's completely nonsensical."

"But is it really, Suzanne?" Susan asked with surprising confidence. "Look at Brenda. Would you have more or less sexual fun if Brenda wasn't a part of our group? Less, obviously. Sure, your holes are filled by Tiger a little less than before, but you more than make up for that with a remarkable new sex partner. It seems the only types of new women coming into our harem are bisexual friendly, anyway. I don't think that's just a matter of luck. It's all part of God's plan. And the more you think only of making him cum, the more you end up cumming yourself. He's not going to be happy if you don't cum as much as possible, so you don't need to think of your own needs. You know I'm right!"

"Besides, Mother," Amy blurted out, "when was the last time your high and mighty pride and dignity made you, and everyone around you, deliriously happy or gave you great orgasms? I know it's not all about sex, but doesn't the sex make everything so much better? Look at me and Alan. Before we got sexual with each other, we were close, yeah, but we hardly ever talked to each other. But now, not only is he my official boyfriend, but we're totally soul mates! We can talk about anything! Sex just makes EVERYTHING better!"

Susan grabbed her friend's face with both of her hands, forcing Suzanne to look her in the eye. "Don't listen to me or your rational mind, listen to your cunt. We all know that just as I have extra sensitive tits, you have an especially needy cunt. So what does your cunt think about The Pact?"

Suzanne directed her mental focus down towards her pussy. As if on cue, she felt a surge of tingly feeling coming from deep inside it, quickly followed by a throbbing pull and an inner spurt of wetness. "She likes it," Suzanne admitted, blushing heavily, the way Susan used to. "She likes it a whole lot."

Susan smiled knowingly, stroking Suzanne's cheek lovingly with a single finger. "Of course your cunt does. It's like Amy said. It's all gravy. Look at Brenda. Her needs to serve and be spanked are going to make her, and all of us, much happier in the end."

Amy said, "Don't say that, you're getting me too excited!" She was lightly bouncing up and down on her toes, a ball of energy. "I just wish Alan would make ME happier in the end."

The others laughed at that.

Susan continued, "The more Brenda helps others, the more pleasure she has herself, and the more we all have. Call it luck or whatever, but we really have a beautiful situation. It's gravy for everybody."

Susan slipped a finger into Suzanne's vagina and slowly pumped, creating some rather obscene squishing sounds. "When in doubt, listen to your cunt. That's what I do now, except that when I'm in doubt, I listen to what my tits have to say. I'll bet you're feeling pretty frustrated right now, but wouldn't you feel better after you've spanked that tempting ass of Brenda's hanging in the air over there? My nipples in particular are thinking about that ass right now, and they haven't been wrong yet. Don't worry about if things add up to be exactly 100% equal. The point is, we'll all enjoy life so much more as a team. And I'm not just talking sexually. Look how many hands are ready to catch you if you fall. We're here for you, Suzanne. Always."

Suddenly, Suzanne broke down. She fell back into Susan's arms and began crying. "You're right. You're so right! I love you all!" She cried a little bit, but then quickly dried her tears.

Then she stood up. "Look at me. Pride has always been an issue with me. I can never even have a good cry because I have some crazy notion ingrained in me that crying is a sign of weakness somehow unbecoming for a modern woman. So I stop myself from crying even now, when I want to just let it all out. But I do feel much better anyway, thanks to you. I feel so loved, by all of you."

As she talked, she began taking off her clothes. "I'm going to work through my issues. This creation of mine, this whole harem thing, it's so intense that I've shied away from the full implications of it. It's like the fear of standing at the top of a steep mountain slope and hesitating to ski down it. But I'm going to dive down, full speed ahead. I don't care about the words we call things. The important thing is, let's all love each other to the fullest!"

Amy hooted "Yeay!" and started a "yeay" cheer.

The others joined in, clapping and hooting while Suzanne finished undressing with an increasingly dramatic flair.

She threw off the last few items like a stripper and then flung them across the room. She thought, Everyone in this room is crazy, but what the hell. That's one reason why I love 'em. We do have so much fun!

CHAPTER 10

The others belatedly began stripping too, taking off the lingerie they'd put on only a short while before. Even Brenda got out of her spanking position long enough to take off her thigh boots and long gloves. She'd rather hoped that if she stayed in that position long enough, eventually someone would get the hint and give her the spanking she needed so badly. Her patience was about to pay off.

Suzanne took command of the situation, and that made her feel good. The sensation of being totally naked seemed especially energizing and liberating for her at the moment. As she sensuously caressed her naked skin, she said, "Okay, here's what we're going to do. I know we're all feeling increasingly sexed up from the tops of our heads to the bottoms of our high heeled shoes. The fact is, all five of us are naturally sexual creatures who crave physical pleasure, and lots of it. But we can't get too sexy right now thanks to the no orgasms vow we made. However, Brenda didn't make that vow with us. So I propose we make her cum until we practically kill her, and get our fun from watching how much she enjoys it. Are you with me?"

"Yeah!" the others all cried.

Suzanne clapped her hands to regain everyone's attention, and the loud slapping sound caused Brenda's imagination to run wild. In her mind, she was already bent over Suzanne's knee and getting spanked bare-handed by the dominating Amazon with curly dark red hair. Brenda's pussy began to spasm and leak uncontrollably, making her squirm in anticipation.

Suzanne looked around. "Okay. Now listen up. I've seen a decent spanking attempt from Katherine before, but the fact is, none of you really know how to spank properly. So I'm going to show you. Susan, bring your naked butt up here and give Brenda the best spanking you can."

Even as Suzanne said this, she grabbed a dildo that was lying around, wiped it off, and stuffed it into Brenda's pussy without warning.

Brenda grunted and then spread her legs even wider, as if begging for it to be shoved in deeper. Her pussy was already soaked from the mere anticipation of having her ass spanked.

Suzanne happily fulfilled Brenda's craving and shoved the dildo back and forth several times. She stopped and turned to her best friend.

Susan watched all of this and then stood up, cradling her bountiful rack in her arms. "I don't know, Suzanne. Are you sure? Why me? I'm not really the spanking type. I'm more of the needing to get spanked by my well-hung son type. Then he'll cock whip my face and tie my hands behind my back, forcing me to thrust out my chest so he can drain my nipples of milk as he-"

"You have to learn," Suzanne interrupted. "Brenda is very spank-needy and we'll all have to learn how to do it. Go on. Give it a shot."

Suzanne looked again at Brenda's butt and belatedly noticed that the dildo was actually a double-headed vibrator. So she pulled it out a bit, turned it on, and stuffed it back in. But it was such a big one that a good four inches stuck out of her even when it was all the way in.

Susan stood behind Brenda and nervously cleared her throat. She really didn't want to spank anybody. "Ahem. ... Yes. ... Brenda, are you ready for your spanking?"

Katherine interrupted. "Mom, if I may offer a suggestion? I think it's better if you just order Brenda around, instead of asking her permission in that kind of pleady tone of voice. Remember that she's the slave."

"Very good, Angel," Suzanne agreed. She felt free to use Susan's nickname for Katherine now. "You don't ask slaves anything; you just tell them what to do."

Susan again cleared her throat and drew her hand back. There was a long dramatic pause, and it seemed she was about to land the first blow at any second, but then she dropped her hand instead. "Sorry. I just can't do it. I've never believed in corporal punishment. Well, for others than myself. I just can't do it."

Suzanne sighed. "Susan, Mom, how many times do I have to explain? This is a REWARD for Brenda, not a punishment. She LIKES the humiliation. Her definitions of pain and pleasure are different than yours. She needs direction and discipline. Actually, now that I think about it, she's not that different from you when it comes to spanking. Imagine that you're the one being spanked. Give her what she needs!"

Brenda wiggled her ass back and forth as more pussy juice poured down her thighs. If asses could talk, Brenda's would have screamed "Spank me now! Set me on fire! Go ahead, do it! What are you waiting for!" But Brenda's mouth was unwilling to actually speak for her needy ass, since she felt that wasn't her proper role as a slave. So she tried to do everything she could nonverbally, thrusting her ass forward and back sometimes as well as side to side and moaning with loud need.

Susan saw all this and raised her hand again, but she still looked and felt uncertain. She never would have dreamed of even spanking a child. She walked over to Suzanne for more advice and encouragement.

To her surprise, Brenda crawled over with her like a puppy dog, as if she couldn't bear to get out of the range of Susan's hand. She tried to keep her ass angled up towards Susan, and looked up at her with sad puppy dog eyes. Again, she didn't feel that big-titted sex slaves had the right to make demands, but she hoped her cute face could express her extreme need.

Suzanne was amused by Brenda's enthusiasm. She commented, "Can't you see how badly she wants it? Don't you feel it too, now that you're Alan's sex toy? Don't you want him to order you around and tell you what to do? Isn't there a part of you that wants him to get tough, and punish you? Rape you, even?"

Susan got very red and embarrassed. "Yes," she said in a very small voice.

Katherine closed her eyes and also silently mouthed "yes." She was enjoying all of this as much as anyone, since she considered herself nearly as submissive as Brenda.

But surprisingly, Suzanne said, "So do I. Hell, I might as well throw my pride out the window and admit it. I guess that's part of the problem I was having earlier and something I'll probably still take a while to get over. But I should be more honest with myself. I'll admit that it feels good to hear Alan say, 'Hey, you big-titted cunt, get on the bed where you belong and spread your legs for me. NOW!' It gets my juices flowing. Yep, even me. Susan, you're not the only one that loves to hear him say: 'Assume the position!' That's how I understand Brenda's needs so well. I figure she has the same feelings the rest of us do, except she loves the control aspect the most of all."

The others were fairly shocked at that, except for Amy, who didn't really care that much. Sex was like a big game for her. When, say, Brenda said she was a sex slave, Amy figured that was just another game, like playing cowboys and Indians. Dominance and submissiveness had no deep meaning for her.

Not so for Katherine. She imagined herself in Brenda's position and that made her so aroused that she felt giddy. Hearing Suzanne say that these kinds of things could even turn her on was a great validation for Katherine and aroused her further. She didn't dare touch herself anywhere for fear of climaxing.

Suzanne looked at Susan, but Susan had a glassy, vacant, wide-eyed stare. So she asked, "Think about it, Susan: wouldn't you love to have Alan spank you?"

"Oh, yes!" Susan's eyes had gone wide and her chest had started heaving as soon as Suzanne said "Hey, you big-titted cunt." She nearly broke her no orgasm vow by the time Suzanne was done. She snapped out of yet another fantasy of being fucked by her son and nodded her head up and down vigorously, which caused her tits to fly around in wobbly circles.

Suzanne was amused at how easily she could read her best friend. "Okay, then. You see then that this has nothing to do with corporal punishment, and everything to do with sexual satisfaction. Now let's get to it. Try it again. Be mean. Imagine that you're Alan and Brenda is you. Give Susan the rough spanking she deserves!"

Susan walked (while Brenda crawled) back to the table. Susan focused on Brenda and tried to conjure up a mean attitude, though for her that was quite difficult. "Okay, Slave. Bend your naked ass over the table, because I'm going to give you a harsh spanking. You've been very, very naughty." She turned to Suzanne. "How was that?"

"Surprisingly good, actually, given that it's coming from you. I like the part about her being very naughty. Even though we're going to make spankings a reward for her, she'll enjoy it more if we all act like it's a punishment. So please go on like that. Name-calling is good too. She likes being controlled, so I'll grab her arms so she can't get away if she tried. Do you like that, Brenda?"

"Very much, Mistress." Brenda had gotten tired from all her insistent wiggling and had to temporarily press her boobs down on the cold table top. But now that Suzanne's hands held her by the wrists she pulled herself up so her massive boobs hung just above the table. They were likely to slap all over and especially into the table when she finally got spanked. Her ass hung even higher than before, and the double-headed vibrator still gyrated around in her juicy pussy.

Susan raised her hand high up and said, "Okay, you slutty little sex toy, get ready for the spanking of your life! Here it comes!" She swung her hand down. But she slowed the hand down as it flew through the air, and ended up giving only what amounted to only a light slap.

Katherine, Amy, and Suzanne all giggled. Brenda groaned with frustration.

Amy said gleefully, "Brenda, I hope you felt that, because that was the 'spanking of your life!'"

That caused everyone but Brenda and Susan to burst out in laughter.

"What was that?" Suzanne asked, wiping tears from her eyes as she laughed harder than she had in a long time. "You call THAT a spanking?"

Brenda though, just groaned in frustration some more. She tried to wiggle her ass back toward Susan as if that would help, but no more blows were forthcoming.

Susan blushed even as she laughed some too. "I'm sorry, everybody. I just don't like hurting people. I know she needs it, but it's just ... it's hard for me to do. This isn't the right role for me. I need to be on the receiving end!"

Suzanne clapped her hands and stepped one leg up on the couch. She figured that if the clapping wouldn't get everyone's attention, the excellent pussy view she was giving them would. "All right, listen up, everybody. Tear your eyes away from Brenda's remarkable bubble butt for a minute. I picked Susan to go first because I knew that this would happen, and this is an important lesson. The key to being a good spanker is you have to feel real anger at your target at the same time you feel real love. If you're not truly pissed off, the spanking won't have enough strength and emotional intensity to be truly satisfying for someone like Brenda, who obviously likes it hard. But if you don't have the love, then the spanking won't have the pleasure it needs. I know we all have the love, as we're all loving types, but where's the anger?"

"That's all well and good," Susan replied, while staring at Suzanne's open pussy instead of her face, "but how can I turn on the anger just like that? I mean, when was the last time you saw me really angry? Well, there was that one time I caught you sucking Alan off in your backyard. What a fool I was back then. To think that I got mad instead of getting naked and helping slurp up that always hard mother-splitter! Of course, starting tonight, I'll be able to do so much more than putting his..."

Susan started to drift off into another fuck fantasy, an occurrence happening to her more and more.

So Suzanne interrupted her and tried to keep her focused. "True, you're not the angry type. But Susan, if you need some inspiration, think about how obscenely big Brenda's breasts are, and how much Alan likes those huge milky jugs of hers. You thought your boobs were his favorite, but noooOOOoooo. With her perfect, little, cute, and oh so fuckable body, he even might not want to fuck you anymore. Do you remember how much he said he wanted to fuck her? What if he comes back from his hiking trip tonight and says, 'Sorry, Mom, I'd rather fuck Brenda.' She needs to pay for trying to steal Alan from you. ... And not only that, but you know how her tits can spontaneously leak milk, right? What if Alan decides to get all his milky needs from Brenda and not you?"

Susan turned towards Brenda with real anger in her eyes. "Oh, you fucking little BITCH!" Her hand came slamming down on Brenda, resoundingly hard this time. "Trying to steal my Tiger with your double F tits? I almost forgot what a motherfucking tit freak you are! Take THAT!"

She slammed her hand down again. "And that!" Another hard spanking. "You little tit monster! Stealing my son from me? You think you're better because your tits are two sizes bigger than mine? I'll show you! I'll show you who the REAL milky tit cow is around here!" She rained several more hard slaps onto Brenda's butt, making her perfectly round ass cheeks shake, wobble, and roll under the ferocity of her assault.

Brenda had an awesome climax as the slaps continued to rain down on her butt. She screamed and shrieked through most of the spanking, and for a good while after it was over.

She struggled to regain her breath afterwards. She gasped, "I'm... I'm... sorry... for... my titty impudence... my Mistress..." She'd had no idea that Susan had such aggressiveness in her, and the fact that Susan did easily doubled Brenda's devotion to her.

Susan watched Brenda shake, scream, and leak, as all the others did, then she stopped and turned back to Suzanne. "How was that?" She panted heavily, and had a crazed look in her eyes. She raised her hand again, eager to spank Brenda some more.

Suzanne looked at Susan with awe. She'd never seen her best friend so angry, or so commanding. "Good. Almost too good! Please, take a break and calm down a bit. ... Wow. I probably shouldn't have reminded you about the lactation too. I guess there's such a thing as too much motivation."

Everyone was shocked by Susan's transformation. Katherine said, "Jesus, Mom, that was frightening! You're making me scared that you're resentful of me being with Alan too. Maybe I'm glad my tits aren't that big, after all."

Susan was now all sweetness and light. She brought her hand down and affectionately patted Brenda's head. Then she tenderly rubbed her victim's burning ass as she replied to Katherine, "Oh no, Angel. With you it's different. The fact is, I was a bit upset when I found out that my two children were fucking each other behind my back. I thought about making a big scene, but then I decided that the problem was really with me and my old attitudes. That's why you two had to sneak around. You both NEED to fuck each other. It's only right. In fact, Angel, my Big Tits Theory says that you MUST give yourself to him. Stupid societal mores kept the facts hidden from us for far too long, but you're hardwired to be a fuck slut for your brother. He owns your dripping, slippery slit."

Even with her issues, Suzanne didn't think anything strange about Susan saying such things to her own daughter. Somehow along the way in the last two months, she'd come to accept an idea such as Alan owning Katherine's pussy, just as she now had no qualms with sharing in the ownership of Brenda. Her conversation with Glory had brought up some guilt, but those feelings had already faded.

Susan continued, "And, as I was saying earlier, Alan serves us just as much as we serve him. He'd be neglectful of his duties as brother if he didn't fuck his sister hard and often, just like Xania said he should. And that means both you and Amy, since you're both his sisters now."

"Mom, that makes me so happy," Katherine gushed. "I wish I could take you and hold you, and fuck you silly."

"Don't worry, you can do all that soon enough after Alan gets back and our no orgasms vow comes to an end. But let me finish my spanking here. It feels so good! It's like blowing off steam."

CHAPTER 11

Brenda's ass heard that comment, and happily raised itself up for another round. There was puddle of pussy juice on the table top and more on the floor. But Brenda's pussy was just getting started.

Susan raised her hand again, but Suzanne halted her. "Wait a sec. You have the hatred, definitely, but now we need to bring back the love. Now that you're in the mood, we don't need the vibrator anymore. Take it out and pleasure her with one hand while you hurt her with the other."

"Okay!" Susan gladly probed all around Brenda's soaking pussy. She had a thing for the way Brenda's pussy juices tasted, and she couldn't keep herself to mere fingering. She dove her tongue in and lapped at Brenda's inner thighs for a while. But then she recalled her spanking task. She pulled her hand way back and gave Brenda another hard whack.

Suzanne stood by approvingly, still holding Brenda's wrists. "Good. Good." She looked over at Amy and Katherine. "You two stop frigging each other or we'll never keep our 'no orgasm' vows. Amy, can you come over here and take over pumping Brenda's cunt? Now Susan, you're on the right track, but you're still missing the verbal part. Brenda will love it if you constantly remind her of her slave status."

Susan pulled her hand to the ready position, but held back from striking. "Who belongs to Alan's cock? Who's the big-titted sex goddess who lives to suck and fuck his cock, any time of day or night?"

Brenda hesitated to answer. "Um, pardon me, Mistress Susan, but doesn't that apply to all of us?"

Now Susan hesitated. "Oh. Yeah. I meant you. I hadn't thought of that. 'Goddess' may be a bit over the top, but Tiger certainly treats us like goddesses. And the big-titted part obviously can't be denied. And it certainly can't be denied that we all crave to have our holes filled with thick, meaty Alan cock. We all love the sensation of his delicious ropes hitting the backs of our throats and having his potent semen run down into our bellies. So really I could have been referring to any one of us. In fact, one cocksucker really isn't enough for him. He's such a special, cum-filled boy. He needs two or three nymphos at the minimum, all blowing him at the same time. And when it comes to fucking-"

Suzanne interrupted. "Um, Susan? The spanking? You've drifted far off into your Alan fantasy yet again. Amy, don't stop fingerfucking her."

Susan snapped out of it. "Oops. Sorry. Where was I? Oh yeah. Brenda's freakishly large tits. They're just too damn big! Take this, you cock slave!" Her hand finally came raining down onto Brenda's butt cheeks. "And take this, too, you mammary mutant!" Another blow fell hard onto Brenda's shapely ass.

Meanwhile, Amy vigorously pumped into the incredibly leaky hole that was Brenda's pussy. Putting her hand below that remarkable pussy was somewhat akin to sticking it into a drinking fountain: Katherine's juices which had been all over Amy's hand were quickly washed away by Brenda's heavier flows.

Brenda immediately turned to mush all over. Her body slumped down onto the table.

But that only made Susan angrier. "Lift your ass back up, you inferior cocksucker! Ooh! I like that one. Tiger owns your ass! You have no right to rest it! Pull it back up. NOW!"

Brenda lifted her ass up just in time for Susan's hand to hit it.

A particularly hard smack reverberated throughout the house, causing Brenda to cry out in a tremendous moan and slump back down on to the table. She was completely wiped out as another orgasm hit her. Then another. She was very multi-orgasmic.

"Keep that ass up high!" Susan barked. "Tiger needs it up there so he can shoot his torpedo into either hole! You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Another smack. "Answer me!"

"Yes! Yes, I'd love it!" Brenda's head lolled around on the table. She was in no condition to even raise her ass again. Another climax rocked through her.

"Well, I'm sorry, but he's going to fuck ME instead! My legs are spread wide for my son because tonight he's going to come home and prove that he owns my pussy along with every other part of me! I'm your mistress, but my son is my master, and don't you dare forget it!" Another spank.

Suzanne finally let go of Brenda's limp arms and announced, "Okay, Susan, that's enough. Any more and you're going to cum too. I can see you're right on the verge. Amy, why don't you try spanking our new slave for a while? I'm thinking jealousy of Brenda's mammoth tits will work as anger motivation for any of us, even you."

Susan sat back down on the couch, still flush. Her chest heaved wildly and her eyes still had a trace of wildness to them. "How was that?"

"Good, Susan, good. My one complaint is your name-calling had a tendency to turn into fantasizing about Alan's cock instead. That kind of thing is understandable considering what's going to happen tonight, but obviously you don't want to be doing it in future spankings. Okay? Amy, your turn."

"M'kay!" Amy quickly took up the position where Susan had stood.

But Susan said, "That was all right, but could you please not ask me to do it next time? I love spankings, but it's so much better to be on the receiving end."

Amy raised her hand. "You can pick me to do it next time. This looks like fun! Raise that ass, Brenda! Smash those overly busty tits into the table!"

She spanked each of Brenda's ass cheeks then found Brenda's pussy with her other hand and let her fingers wander through her crotch and into her pussy lips.

Brenda's vaginal muscles practically crushed her fingers with convulsions each time a new spanking came down.

Suzanne looked on approvingly. "Good, Amy. I had my doubts that you'd be mean enough, but it looks like you're a natural spanker. And Susan, I understand your preferences, but you need to be ready to help Brenda if you two are the only ones at home in the middle of the day. If you find she has an emergency spanking need, just try to focus your feelings on how she secretly craves to monopolize Alan's attentions with her busty chest, and I'm sure you'll do fine."

Susan nodded.

"Okay. Now before we continue, let's plan ahead for a second. Brenda, once Amy is done you're going to clean the house for a while. For now, you'll be buck naked. Later, we'll get a maid's uniform for you. You don't really have to worry about what to wear over here, because it'll generally be maid's uniforms or nothing from now on. After a while, Katherine and I will take our turns spanking you as a reward, if you do a good job with your chores. I figure Alan could be back as soon as dinner time, so you should be gone by then. Today's not the day for him to learn that he has a true sex slave ready to serve him. Got that, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress Suzanne." It was all Brenda could do to get that much out. She remained collapsed on the table top. She longed to watch Alan fuck Susan, since she had such strong feelings about mother-son sex, but she didn't feel it was her place to ask for favors.

"Good. We need practice being your mistresses as much as you need practice being a slave. Basically, we're all a bunch of softies, but that won't do. And your desire couldn't be greater, but old habits die hard. For instance, you constantly speak out of turn. And another thing. We're going to help you seduce your son, but you have to lay the groundwork. Starting from now on, I want you to dress provocatively around him. Since your husband has left you and it's just the two of you living together now, there's no reason why you shouldn't start dressing like the sexpot you are. When you go home tonight, spend the rest of the evening dressed in sexy black underwear and nothing else. If he asks you why, tell him that now that your husband is gone, you've decided you just want to be lazy and dress casually. If he's even the tiniest bit heterosexual, he's not going to complain. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress." The very idea of sex with her son Adrian brought a fresh flow of cum pouring out of her pussy.

Katherine said, "Suzanne, let me add something, if you don't mind. Brenda, you not only have to seduce your son, you have to improve his skills. Alan's six times a day diagnosis was like a gift from the gods that forced him to practice his cumming until he could fuck enough times a day to keep his whole harem satisfied. You need to get Adrian seriously masturbating, too, and thinking only of you while he's doing it. I have an idea! Why don't you leave a stack of nude pictures of yourself lying around?"

Suzanne cut in. "Good idea, Angel, but I have an even better one. Brenda, we're setting up a series of cameras to monitor every room of this house. You should do the same, and put the computer that controls and monitors them all in Adrian's room. Then you can strut around in the buff and fuck yourself elsewhere in any other room, knowing that he's almost certainly watching you and cumming over and over!"

Brenda sighed, and trembled with joy. "Oh, yes. You're too good to me!"

Suzanne smiled with understanding. "That's all right. We're full of good ideas. In fact, here's another one: secretly install a camera in his room as well, and monitor that one from a location that his cameras won't detect. That way, you can see how often he cums and, of course, constantly get off on watching him slosh his sticky fingers up and down his hard shaft over and over. We want to keep you cumming all day, because your huge nipples and always puffy and wet pussy lips show you clearly need it. Now, as we've discussed, you'll be here all day from now on, every day, except Tuesdays." (Susan didn't want any distractions on her special day.) "All of us women have gotten quite good at arousing Alan at every turn. So from now on we'll start giving you tips during the day, and then you can try them out at night on your son. When he's so hot for you that he thinks he's simply going to die of frustration, that's when we'll help you make the next move."

"Oh, yes, Mistress!" Brenda's head was filled with the idea of strutting around in nothing but black lace. In her mind, Adrian popped a huge boner and there was no way he could hide it. It was like he had an erection the size of a loaf of bread stuffed between his legs. In her fantasy, she asked, "Do you need some help with that?" and she started rubbing the penis-loaf through his pants. In fact, she knew that it would take time for her to adjust and act like that in real life, but the video scheme would help her lose her inhibitions towards him.

She started frigging herself as she lay face down on the table, but then she felt someone move her hands away and re-insert a large vibrator. It was Suzanne. "There you go, Brenda. Whenever you do any cleaning in this house I want to see a big vibrator rotating in your cunt at all times. And that's an order."

Brenda just gurgled in incoherent happiness. Her mind was filled with the double whammy joy of recalling how well her new mistresses had spanked and treated her and thinking about being fucked by Adrian. It would take her quite a while before she'd be able to get off the table under her own power.

She lay there with her eyes closed, when she heard Katherine say, "I'll bet you're thinking of Adrian's cock, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"As you should. But don't just think about it. Taste it. Suck on it. Love it." Katherine lifted Brenda's exhausted head, then opened Brenda's mouth.

Brenda opened her eyes to figure out what was going on. Just as she did, she yelped in surprise as Katherine plunged a strap-on dildo right into her gaping maw.

"Imagine this is Adrian's cock. What do slave mommies do with their son's cocks?"

Brenda was quite groggy, but she could answer an easy question like that in her sleep, once Katherine pulled the dildo back enough for her to talk. "Uh, they live to tease out all the hot juicy sperm building up in their son's swollen balls? Any way they can?" She paused with her lips around the dildo, but then added, as if suddenly struck with a profound insight, "Why, that's what any mommy should do, not just slave mommies!"

"Good. Surprisingly good answer, in fact. So start sucking! And don't be so lazy. Thrust your chest out more!"

Brenda's energy immediately revived. She sucked on the plastic cock with enthusiasm and focused all of her attention on it. So she was taken by complete surprise a few seconds later when a hard spank landed on her ass.

"Surprise!" Amy giggled from behind Brenda. "The Plummer sisters tag team strikes again! Hee-hee!"

Amy landed another hard blow on Brenda's red behind. Amy was definitely showing her dominant side. She seemed to be really enjoying giving a spanking.

But Brenda was enjoying the combined spanking and oral violation even more. This was the closest thing to heaven she'd ever experienced, save only the time Alan fucked her senseless. If she'd had any doubt over her unusual slave lifestyle choice, the massive multiple orgasms that swept through her removed those doubts once and for all.

Her orgasm was actually an ejaculatory orgasm. The others watched fluid squirt out of Brenda and wrongly assumed that she was so excited that she'd peed. Not even Suzanne had experienced an ejaculatory orgasm before, though she'd tried to do it many times. Suzanne figured she was probably in that percentage of women who weren't able to do it.

CHAPTER 12

Suzanne looked around and sized up the situation. Keeping a sex-crazy house in order actually took some time and effort, and such tasks usually fell on her shoulders.

She was pleased at the debauchery she saw, except for the fact that Susan was frigging herself and clearly getting too excited as a result. "Susan. Stop that right now and go take a shower. A COLD shower. Remember your vow and save up your orgasms for tonight."

She turned to the others. "Amy and Katherine? Nice work on Brenda, but when you're done here and Susan's done with her shower, I want to see you both suck Susan's nipples some more. We haven't sucked or pumped them for a couple hours now, and that's unacceptable. Susan wants to lactate for Alan tonight, but all we've gotten so far is a couple of drops. We have to do better! ... Oh. And you remember how we all agreed that it would be more fun to play with Brenda's pussy if it was bald? So don't forget to shave her bush off at some point today, probably when you both do your own smooth little twats. Maybe you can include her in your daily afternoon cunt shaving and cunt licking ritual from now on."

"Yes, Mother," Amy and Katherine said with the frustration in their voice as if they'd been needlessly reminded to do their homework. Then they promptly resumed spanking and fondling Brenda.

Susan had meant to listen to Suzanne's instructions to go take a shower, she really did. But then she'd heard Suzanne discuss lactation, and all the talk of her nipples being sucked and pumped sent her mind off into thoughts of Alan sucking on her nipples. Her hands drifted down to her own boobs, and she spaced out completely.

Susan wasn't paying even the slightest bit of attention to Amy and Katherine playing with Brenda, because her mind was on an empty chair. She was hallucinating again, and saw a fully dressed Alan sitting in the chair in front of her. In her vision, she walked over, unzipped his fly, sat in his lap, and then impaled her pussy down onto his penis. (She liked it when he wore clothes because it made her own nakedness seem that much naughtier.) There was no need for either of them to say anything, because it was just understood that she would do something sexual whenever she got near him. The only question was, how would she use her body to drive him mad with lust, and what hole would his jackhammer penis fill to similarly push her over the edge?

She sat in her chair, fondling both tits, trying hard not to cum. She knew she shouldn't go anywhere near her pussy with her fingers, but even just hefting up her breasts nearly pushed her over the edge. She thought, I'm the luckiest mommy in the world. Tonight my son's gonna fuck me, and then he'll own me completely! Nothing else matters, but serving him!

As she imagined Alan sucking on a nipple, groping her tits just as her own hands were, and shooting countless ropes of thick cum into her vagina, she mumbled nearly inaudibly, "Love me, Son, love me..."

Meanwhile, Suzanne had stepped out to the back patio to get a breath of fresh air. She felt that everything was in order now, and she wanted to think without the ever-present scent of sex that fogged her brain.

She thought, What Susan said made me feel better, but it still isn't the whole story. The fact is, one can easily go overboard with this whole fuck toy thing. My cunt is so insistently demanding that I can hardly think straight anymore. But on the other hand, it is great to just let go and think of nothing but pleasuring others. And especially to think of coaxing a hot load out of my Sweetie's penis and feel his jism splash all over my face. Mmmm. ... The fact is, I need to learn how to let go. I still have so much room for improvement on that. But at the same time, it's clear that I'll have to be the responsible one. Someone has to take charge of this gang. The others couldn't have spanked their way out of a paper bag without my advice and direction. They need me as a leader.

Maybe something like regularly spanking Brenda is exactly what I need. I couldn't deal with being in Brenda's shoes (or should I say high heels?). I can't be at the bottom. But I can better deal with the fact that I'm helplessly enslaved to Alan and his mouthwatering cock if I have someone else to lord over. And telling the others what to do helps my ego even more. It's prideful and vain, I know, but it's true.

I just wish Glory could understand everything. The Pact is probably the best thing to ever happen to me. I've found my true family. I've found true love, four times over. Maybe even five with Brenda, if she grows into the family. If only Glory knew the joy and love we share, she'd drop all her morality and pride to join us. I just know it.

You know what Glory's problem is? She isn't true to herself. She hides behind conventional morality and won't admit what she really wants. I need to be more honest with myself too. The fact is, if I'm in the right mood, crawling naked across the floor begging for cock can be incredibly arousing! Standing there in line on Friday and being inspected by Alan like I was just another piece of fuck meat was damned demeaning, but God did it get my motor running! I was leaking like a ... well, like a Brenda! The Pact is a good thing. Damned good. I'm not gonna let Glory make me second guess everything. What does she know, anyway? The idiot actually thinks she broke up with Alan. Talk about dumb! There's no breaking up with him, no going back.

Suzanne decided to head back to her own house and spend some time with Brad for a change. They had some hours to kill before she had to start worrying about cooking dinner for her old family, the Pestridge family, and getting ready for Alan's arrival after dinner.

CHAPTER 13

It was eight o'clock at night. The sun set early at this time of year in Southern California, so it was quite dark out. All five women sat around in the family office (a room at the front of the house), nervously waiting. Susan was naked except for high heels, while the others wore various skimpy lingerie outfits.

Brenda considered herself lucky to be there at all. Earlier in the day, Suzanne had ordered her to go home before dinner. But Brenda was so sad to miss out on Alan and Susan fucking that when the time came for her to go, she wore her most forlorn, puppy dog face. The others, all basically softies at heart, caved in and let her stay. She did have to hurry home to feed Adrian, but now she was back.

Alan was expected home at any time, but no one knew exactly when he would arrive. No one had remembered to give him to carry a cell phone on his trip. He did call from a pay phone in Los Angeles just before the scouts started for home, but that only seemed to make the waiting and anticipation worse. There had been many arguments in the last hour over how many minutes exactly the drive would take, including time for dropping off the other scouts at their houses.

The tension was so thick one could cut it with a knife. Amy, in an attempt to lighten the mood, said, "Is he here yet?" Then she waited a few seconds and repeated, "Is he here yet?" She paused even longer, and then asked again, "Is he here yet?" She giggled a little.

Susan spun around on her high heels and glared at where Amy was sitting. "Amy, normally that would be funny. But if you say that one more time, I'm going to have to kill you."

"Geez Louise! Okey dokey, I get the picture. Boy. But if we just sit here in silence, we're all going to go mad."

An awkward silence ensued. Amy gamely tried to fill it with the comment, "I wonder if Alan found the picture I drew and put in his bag." But that was hardly the first time she'd said that this weekend, and the others just ignored her.

Amy was quite disappointed that her efforts to help weren't appreciated. She was supposed to be dressed so she could go outside to greet Alan when he arrived, but after the others ignored her, she pulled her top off to expose her breasts. She always cheered up when she was able to expose her chest. She said, "Hey guys, let's get happy!"

But Susan just sighed and gazed out the window. Their house was quite a ways away from the street and no one ever actually walked around this neighborhood at night, but it was theoretically possible for someone to see her.

She said, "I'm getting so hot, just thinking about him cumming... Uh, back. I mean coming back. I can't wait another minute!"

Amy pointed out, "Mom, I'm all for nakedness, but do you really want any old weirdo guy to see you like that? At least sit down."

"I don't care! I want to be the first to see my Tiger when he comes. We've been waiting for nearly two hours, for God's sake! He has to be here any minute. He has to!"

Suzanne suggested, "Come on. That's mad too, to stand there like that. Just sit down like the rest of us."

Susan pondered for some moments, then said seriously, "Madness. Who's to say I'm not mad already? Suzanne, tell me. Am I crazy to want my son so badly, in a carnal way? Is this just a mad, vain attempt to recapture my youth by having an affair with a teenager?"

Suzanne rolled her eyes. "Anyone who thinks Susan is crazy, but only if she actually believes that nonsense, raise your hand."

Everyone raised their hand, even Brenda, who was generally trying to remain inconspicuous.

"But Suzanne," Susan asked urgently, as she briefly turned to her friend. "I know my Tiger loves me, but am I forcing him to go farther than he wants to? Maybe he put true intercourse off for so long because deep in his heart he knows it isn't right. Maybe it's a sin after all. Or maybe he's not really attracted to me, and he's just putting up with my pathetic attempts at romance. If I were him, I wouldn't want to sleep with a thirty-seven year old hag when I could sleep with you or so many other tempting and much younger women, like all of you standing here!"

Susan stood before the window bathed in little more than the moonlight and dim mood lighting. She raised her arms up high. She lifted up her long mane of dark, straight hair and held it up for a few moments, then let it fall. Essentially, she was preening, hoping the others would find her attractive and say so.

Suzanne said with a touch of worry, "Okay, if you're so keen on being crazy, you're officially insane now. How could you possibly even think for a microsecond that you're not just about the most beautiful woman on the planet? And you know Alan loves your body as well as your soul. Hell, he probably loves you in every way more than all the rest of us combined." She didn't actually believe this last statement, but she was laying the compliments on thick to help her friend get over her butterflies.

Susan turned and looked at Suzanne with a mixture of hope and disbelief. Tears started to fall from her eyes. "Do you really mean that?"

"Of course I mean it! Help me out here, everybody. If Alan doesn't take one look at you the way you are right now and get the hardest erection of his life, not only is he not male, he's not even an organic life form! Why, even granite boulders are going to get a little harder when you come near."

The others all laughed a little and said similar things in agreement.

Susan held out her arms. Everyone but Brenda rushed into her embrace for one big group hug. The nervous mother gushed, "Oh, thank you all so much! I guess I'm just fishing for compliments with my silly words because I'm so nervous! My heart is pounding, pounding, pounding! Of course I know he loves me in every way, but I'm just so tense and uncertain. Am I going to be good enough for him? What if I'm a big disappointment in bed?"

Suzanne's face was now inches from Susan's. She looked her in the eye, and said, "You're fine, already! How many times have you asked that this evening? I taught you all kinds of special tricks, didn't I? Did I not show you how to squeeze your cunt muscles just like I do? I taught you breathing exercises, endurance techniques, penis stimulation tricks, anal sex secrets - heck, you've just about tapped me out of everything I know. You can't possibly be a more ready or perfect lover for him. So stop talking nonsense and just relax. It'll be great!"

"I know, I know. And thanks. But still... What if my cunt isn't tight enough? I mean, how could my cunt ever measure up to yours?"

"Susan, trust me. My fingers have come to know your cunt quite well. It's just the right size for his big dick. He'll love fucking you. Trust me."

Suzanne was glad and gratified she could help, but she couldn't help but grumble in her mind, I must be the truly crazy one for giving away all those secrets. Grrr. I just can't say no to her, though. She's just too innocent and loving and emotionally worked up. But it's also crazy to be a member of this harem, sitting here, like I'm waiting for the sultan to come back from a great military victory. Yet I can peer through my sexual fog enough to see that he's just a not so unusual teen coming back from an ordinary hiking trip. But I started this whole thing, harem included. I've made my bed, and I'm going to lie in it. I have to quit second guessing the pact we all made already!

The others broke away so Susan and Suzanne could share a more intimate hug. "Oh, Suzanne, what would I do without you? You're the best friend I could ever possibly have in this life. I know how much it meant to you to keep those techniques secret so you could please him in extra special ways. But you shared your best secrets with me, because you love me. I appreciate it so much. I promise I'll find a way to return the favor." They hugged and kissed some more.

Suzanne blushed with unusual modesty, very pleased. "Aww, it was nothing."

Susan got quite serious as she wiped away more tears. "Promise me that no matter what happens, we'll always be best friends. You have to swear on it."

Suzanne replied with deep, genuine feeling, "Susan, I'm not going to promise that, because we aren't best friends anymore. We're so much more. We're sisters now. Once you become a sister you can't really ever undo it, so I'm afraid you're stuck with me for life."

This only caused Susan to cry more, as she was overwhelmed with intense emotion.

But Suzanne stopped her quickly. "Susan? Sister? Think about what you're doing. If you cry, your eyes are going to look all red. You don't want to look like that when he arrives, do you?"

"Oh dear God! No!" She stopped crying immediately and frantically wiped away her tears.

Suzanne suggested, "Quick, someone tell a joke."

Amy piped up. "At the risk of my own death, I'm going to say it: is he here yet?"

That was just the right thing to say, this time. Everyone broke out into hearty laughter.

More hugs ensued. Susan smiled and said, "Oh, you're all so great. I love each and every one of you." She turned to Brenda, who purposely sat a small distance apart from everyone else. "Even you, Brenda. You may not be family yet, but I hope someday you will be. I may have felt some ill will for you, maybe a little jealousy about your massive boobs, but that's all in the past now. I think Alan's harem really is a natural kind of extended family, even though we may not even know each other yet. We should all stick together and help each other."

Brenda was very happy to hear that. "Oh, thank you so much, Mistress Susan! I'm truly not worthy to even think of someday being part of the great Plummer family. But I agree about helping each other. If we all stick together as a team, we can make sure that Alan will always be loved and cared for and his penis will stay just as hard and constantly-"

She was cut off with a shriek from Amy. "Wait! Hold on! Yes!" Amy jumped up and down. "The van! It's here! Alan is back!"

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