Spacer X Stories: Part 65

SIX TIMES A DAY
Part 65: Good Vibrations (Color Version)

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CHAPTER 1 (Thursday, Nov. 28)

Christine was fit to be tied. As she drove her car, she thought to herself, This is serious! Alan is in extreme danger! Katherine and Amy are in extreme danger too. Yet they all seem to be taking a "que sera sera" attitude. The football game is less than 24 hours away and all Hell will break loose then. I just know it.

We need to plan. Strategize. Prepare! Alan mentioned something about how his family has their Thanksgiving meal early, and my family doesn't have it until late. Plus, he's a notorious napper, and especially after a big meal like that he's gonna be zonked out. So now's the perfect time to stop by the Plummer house for an 'accidental' visit. With any luck, Amy and Katherine will be there too and we can plan our security precautions.

As her car got closer to the Plummer house, she thought, I just hope Alan doesn't think I'm weird, like I'm stalking him or something. All those football players are going to be in close proximity to Alan and going there without preparations is pure insanity! He'll understand once I explain.

I mean, it's not like I just wanna be near him or anything like that. I'm just so concerned because, well... it would be irresponsible for me not to be. Plus, he basically made me his official bodyguard. It's my duty! I'm not just going to his house because I want him to kiss me; I'm not even THINKING about that. Besides, if Amy and Katherine are there, and why wouldn't they be, there wouldn't be any chance for him and me to get intimate. Er, I mean, private.

Oh God! I sound like I've got some kind of crush on him or something, which is absolutely ridiculous. True, I've had some pretty intense feelings for him, but that's in the past now. He's made it perfectly clear that he just wants a platonic relationship, and that's exactly what I want too. Nothing more, nothing less.

I wonder if this outfit is sexy enough. I wanna look HOT! God, I hope this is sexy. I'm even showing some cleavage for once. And what's wrong with looking a bit sexy? Just 'cos he wants to be platonic, can't I still dress a little bit provocatively? And if he changes his mind about me, would that be such a crime?

Christine was wearing a sleeveless blue and white top that did show a good amount of cleavage (by her standards). It was a bold departure from her usual attire, especially since she was wearing relatively short shorts as well. She figured she could justify it by the fact that it was a holiday, plus an unusually warm day for the time of year, and she was dressing more casually than she did at school.

Christine tried to convince herself that she was visiting Alan on "official business" only, but her feelings betrayed her. The closer she got to the Plummer house, the more nervous (not to mention hot and bothered) she grew.

As the Plummer house came into view, she was telling herself yet again to relax when something out of the ordinary caught her eye. There was a car parked right in front of Alan's house, which in and of itself wouldn't have made her look twice, but there was a surfboard on the roof.

She slowed down as her car got closer. Suddenly, it hit her: there was someone still sitting in the car, and her hairstyle looked very familiar, even from the back side... Curly blonde hair, bunched up on the top of her head and held up by a distinctive red ribbon... Holy crap! That's Ms. Rhymer! It must be her because she surfs too!

She hit the brakes and brought her car to a halt at the curb about a hundred feet away and still directly behind where Glory sat in her car, since there were only a few cars parked on the street. Because she was right behind Glory, she didn't worry much about being seen and took the opportunity to stare blatantly to make sure that her identification was correct.

It's gotta be her, she thought. It's a distinctive hairstyle. Plus, she's tanned just like Ms. Rhymer is. Hell, I can even see those small teased curls by her ears. That's GOT to be her. Not only that, but the surfboard and all the rumors about Alan having something with his teacher... Holy Toledo! They must be true! Those rumors, they're actually true! What possible legitimate excuse would Ms. Rhymer have for seeing Alan in his house, on Thanksgiving no less, unless they're having an affair?

Well, maybe not. I suppose she could be visiting the whole family for some kind of social visit. After all, I highly doubt Alan is the only one home in the middle of the day. But why is she just sitting in the car? I've been here for coming up on a minute now, and she's just sitting there! This is too weird!

Christine settled in to observe. She was glad that she was wearing dark glasses, although she realized that they wouldn't help hide her identity much because her curly tassels of hair made her hairstyle just as distinctive as Glory's. She slumped down in her seat and was prepared to slump down more if Glory started to turn her head around.

CHAPTER 2

Several minutes earlier, Alan had walked into his house still wearing the suit he'd left with, except now he was holding his coat. He heard squeals of delight as he closed the front door.

Susan shouted from the kitchen, "Tiger? Is that you?" She rushed into the living room as she was saying this and managed to visually confirm that it was indeed him.

Her squeals of delight turned to squeals of distress as she stared at him from across the living room and entranceway, and then looked down at herself. "Tiger! I wasn't expecting you until later. Oh dear, I'm not even topless!" She had been cleaning the kitchen and was wearing some old and purely functional clothes that she didn't mind getting dirty.

Alan tossed his jacket on the underwear cabinet and kept walking towards his mother. He grinned. "Well, I know one way to fix that problem."

"That's true!" She pulled her blouse over her head. But to Alan's great surprise, she hurried off away from him instead of towards him. She bee-lined to the telephone by the kitchen counter even as she struggled to free herself from her blouse, and then dialed a number. All she said into the receiver was, "Alan's home!" Then she hung up.

Gloriously topless, now she made her way towards him. As she did, she yelled loudly, "AAAAAAANGEL! Tiger's home!"

Alan had been steadily advancing towards her while she was calling, and they finally met and fell into an embrace and passionate kiss. Since Susan was topless, Alan's hands rapidly found their way to her full to bursting breasts.

As their kiss broke, Alan hefted up Susan's tits with both hands, cupping them from below. "I've only been gone for a couple of hours and I already miss these babies."

"And they miss you," Susan replied. "They're ready for a good milking, too. See how they're leaking a bit? But enough small talk. Did you have a good fuck? Did you give Glory a good taming?"

While Susan was talking, Alan could hear the clomping of feet coming down the stairs. It sounded like a herd of elephants but in fact was just Amy and Katherine. And even as he heard that, he looked past Susan out to the back yard where he saw Suzanne scurrying her way towards the sliding door leading into the house. In her hurry to come over she'd gone through the gate between their backyards.

Amy, Katherine, and Suzanne all seemed to simultaneously arrive in the dining room where Alan and Susan stood holding each other.

Susan shouted out, "I was right! Tiger gave her a royal pounding!"

Alan laughed. "How do you know that? I haven't even said anything yet."

"I just know. The look in your - UGH! - eyes." Susan let out a loud grunt while talking just as she and Alan were smothered in a hug by Katherine and Amy. Only Suzanne stood a ways off, as she thought joining in such a hug wouldn't be very dignified.

"Brother!" Amy and Katherine said at the same time while seemingly trying to squeeze him to death.

Alan laughed. "What's up with you all? I was only gone for a couple of hours."

Katherine replied, "But they were such important hours! We've all been thinking of you, wondering how things were going. Would Glory be joining our harem yet? Why, Amy and I were so excited just now that we were having trouble shaving each other's pussies."

"So that's what took you," Alan said, thinking about the delay between Susan's yell upstairs and when the two of them finally clomped down the stairs.

Suzanne was trying to act cool and dignified, but she was having a hard time containing her curiosity. "Enough small talk," she complained. "Come on, you stud. What happened? We all know you fucked her, but we want details."

"Is it that obvious?" he asked.

Amy giggled and then said, "You're all happy and glowing."

Alan ran his hand over Amy's cheek endearingly and then said, "Well, if you all let me breathe I'll sit down and tell you about it. But I have to be brief. Very brief. Glory is waiting out front in the car even as we speak."

This little revelation was met with ooh's of approval and knowing nods all around.

Alan sat down at the dining room table and the others joined him, filling up all the chairs there. Everyone kept their clothes on except that Susan remained deliberately topless. She also made sure to sit right next to him so that her milky breasts would remain within easy reach, in case his hands wandered.

Alan smiled at everyone and said, "Well, to make a long story short, yes, Glory and I had sex. And it was great. Epic, even. It just kind of happened. I don't think either of us was expecting it." He turned to Susan. "But no, Mom, I didn't 'tame' her. Glory's not a Brenda-type of woman." Then he turned to Katherine. "And no, Kat, she won't be joining our harem now, or ever, probably. She's not like that either. She's having a hard time with things, but we've agreed that we're back together... kind of. It's complicated. We're just going to take things day by day. And she wants a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy - she doesn't want to know about my other lovers, and especially doesn't want to know what goes on in this house. Which helps explain why she's in the car right now. We're off to the beach for a couple of hours."

Suzanne said, "Well that's great. It's just as I hoped. But how do you FEEL about it?"

"How do I feel? I feel great! I just took a nap before I left her place but I'm still riding a wave of euphoria from before."

Susan reached for Alan's crotch, but even as she did so, Alan stood up.

Susan complained, "Where are you going? Let's celebrate the good news! I say four-way blowjob, so we can all share in the fun! Is anyone with me?"

But Alan started to walk away and said, "As much as I'd love that, my penis isn't up for it. I'm really fucked out, no joke. But I've really got to run 'cos I wasn't kidding that Glory's waiting in her car out front. I just came here to get a change of clothes and towel and whatnot for the beach."

"Oh, POO!" Susan pouted. The others looked disappointed too.

But Alan was serious about being in a hurry and he rushed out of the room and up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

The others left him alone as he went to his bedroom. He thought while he changed, It's pretty cool how they're all so excited to see me. But it is a bit much. Is it always going to be like this? I don't know if I can handle that much attention.

He put on a T-shirt and bathing suit, but also brought a windbreaker and sweat pants in case it got windy as beaches sometimes did at this time of year.

He made it back downstairs to find all four women were waiting at the foot of the stairs.

Susan handed him a towel, then a bottle of water, and then a bottle of sun block. She was still topless and said, "Son, are you sure you wouldn't like a nice glass of milk before you go? If you know what I mean..." She smiled and looked down knowingly at her chest. She rocked her shoulders ever so slightly, which made her magnificent breasts wobble enticingly.

"I'd love to, Mom, but I really have to run. I told Glory I'd be five minutes tops. You know she's got big issues with the whole incest factor, and as she's sitting there with nothing to do she's probably imagining all kinds of depraved things happening in here."

Suzanne gave a chagrined look and couldn't help but mutter, "If only..."

Alan looked at his mother's leaking nipples and said, "Are you going to be all right?"

"Sure. These three will help me, I'm sure. But the next batch is for you, okay?"

"Sure, Mommy. I'll be back in a couple of hours to do just that." He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.

He was going to leave it at that, and just kiss them on the cheek one by one before leaving, but Amy, at least, wasn't content to leave it at that. She rushed forward, giggling and shouting "Tit attack!"

The next thing Alan knew, his head was somehow surrounded by tit flesh, with Susan's bare beauties pressing into him on one side and Amy's pressing into him on the other.

Katherine saw what was going on and rushed to join what quickly became a group hug, with Alan in the center and big breasts pressing into him from every direction.

Suzanne normally didn't join in these types of activities, considering it undignified, and at first she held back. But she too gave in and joined in the hug. In fact, she was happy about times like these that helped her let her hair down.

With all four rubbing their breasts up against him like cats on scratching posts, Amy said, "M'kay, now you have to kiss the rest of us!"

Alan was getting a great kick out of all the love and attention, but he could feel events slipping out of control. First one hand, and then two more, found their way to his crotch. Tops were sliding down. He wished he could stay and enjoy the orgy that was about to break out, but he couldn't forget the fact that Glory was waiting in the car. There would be plenty of other times for fun at home.

So he shouted, "Time out! Hug time is over."

The others reluctantly let go and stepped back.

He saw Katherine high-five Amy as she said, "I love your 'tit attack' idea, Aims! I think you just started a new Plummer tradition."

Alan rolled his eyes at that and said, "Oh, brother," but in fact he was gleeful at the prospect too.

However, time was wasting. He quickly kissed Susan on the cheek again. Then he did the same to Suzanne. "And Mother." And then Amy. "Sister." And then Katherine. "Sis." Then he opened the front door and stepped outside.

He left all four women a bit bewildered at the brevity of his visit, and disappointed at how little information he'd shared with them. He'd left the door open behind him and as he walked away he heard Suzanne say, "Look, this is how it's going to be. There's four of us and just one of him, not to mention the others. We're just going to have to get used to it."

But their disappointment didn't last too long. After the door closed they quickly fell into gossipy mode, and before long they were excitedly talking to each other about the implications of Alan and Glory getting back together.

CHAPTER 3

Glory drove Alan to the beach. She told him they were going to a special beach and it would take a while to get there, so even though he'd taken a brief nap at Glory's house, he slept most of the way there. His energy problem was the same as ever, and he was extra tired lately from all the sexual activity.

But when they'd arrived he'd shaken off the grogginess and practically felt brand new. Glory drove them to the San Onofre State Park, and he woke up when they got to the gate where they had to pay a fee to enter.

Glory knew exactly where she was going. She parked her car at the top of a high cliff, which made it a long way down to the beach, but it was a pleasant walk. The weather was great, with very little wind for that time of year, and the view was fantastic.

Alan had never been there before, and asked, "What's so special about this beach that we had to come all the way here? You said that it was what, a half an hour drive? And then we have to drive through the park followed by all this walking."

Glory was carrying her surfboard (Alan had offered to carry it, but Glory wanted to hold "her baby") and it was a steep walk down, so she waited until they'd reached a flatter spot in the trail before replying, "Well, first of all, remember that I'm your teacher. I go to the out of the way beaches even without you just to avoid running into my students, but with you, I have to be even more careful than usual. That's one reason. But this is also one of the best surfing beaches on the entire West Coast. You know the song "Surfin' USA" by the Beach Boys?"

"Of course."

She sang:

"San Onofre and Sunset, Redondo Beach, L.A.
All over La Jolla, and Waimea Bay
Everybody's gone surfin', surfin' USA"

Glory looked at him expectantly. "You see? We're in the song."

Alan chuckled. "So it's really that good, eh?"

"Yep. When you see long, high cliffs like this, that almost always means good waves because there's usually a steep drop off to deep water. But that's not the only thing that makes beaches off high cliffs like this special..."

Alan waited for her to say more, especially since her voice rose in a way that sounded like her thought was incomplete, but she just kept walking down the trail. He didn't have much to say, especially since the trail was too steep to be conducive for lengthy conversations, so he just looked around as he walked down.

They were nearly to the bottom of the trail, which opened onto a dry riverbed cutting across the beach. "Hey!" he suddenly said out loud. He pointed to two men lying on the beach that he could see off in the distance. "Are my eyes deceiving me or do they have flesh colored bathing suits, or what?"

Glory laughed, her eyes were sparkling. "Or what. Like I was saying, the other thing that makes hard to reach beaches like this special is that that's where you'll find the nude beaches."

He'd paused in surprise, but he kept walking. "Whoa! Nude? You mean the whole beach?"

"Actually, no. As you can see, it's a very long beach, and most of it is a regular beach. It's only the little bit to the south of this gully in front of us that's the nude part. Do you remember a couple of weeks ago, you talked about seeing the 'Surfer Girl' surf nude? We made plans to spend all day at the beach sometime? Well, I've been looking forward to that and it's finally here, even if it's only a couple of hours."

"Oh yeah. Cool. You don't know how long I've wanted to see you surf, but to do it nude - wow!"

She laughed happily. "Have you ever been to a nude beach before?"

"As a matter of fact I have. We went to Black's Beach over a month ago. That's the one time for me."

"We?"

"Um, Amy, Suzanne, Susan, and I, to be honest. Katherine couldn't go for some reason. But one thing I remember from that was that there was this weird mix of nudists, mostly Europeans, gay men, and homophobic surfers. Is that how it is here?"

"Yes to the first two, but no to the latter. Since the vast majority of the long beach is not for nudists, the surfers don't need to come to the nude part. In fact, since it's Thanksgiving afternoon, most everyone will be off eating. I don't think we'll be seeing many people, surfers or not."

"But it's such a nice day," Alan pointed out.

"True, but see for yourself." They'd finally reached the bottom of the trail and Glory waved a hand in the air in the direction of the nude section. Sure enough, the beach was nearly empty. The two men he'd seen from higher up were the closest, but besides them Alan could only see a handful of people. And a couple of them appeared to be packing up their things to go.

"That's IT?"

"Well, as we walk you'll see some more back by the foot of the cliff. Nudists like their privacy. I was thinking we could find a secluded spot like that for ourselves. There are some nooks in the cliff wall that hide you from everyone except people walking right in front of you. And everyone walks on the water's edge, so they're like two hundred feet away at the closest." She smirked, but in a friendly way. "After all, I'm here with the notorious Alan Plummer. There's no telling when a sexual emergency might 'pop up,' so to speak."

"You don't have to worry about that. I'm totally sated from before." He left that comment deliberately vague, as he wasn't about to tell her about his encounters with Xania and then Heather earlier in the day.

"We'll see." But her look said, "Ha, fat chance of that!"

"No it's true. You really put me through the wringer."

"I put YOU through the wringer? HA! Look at me, young man, I'm not walking down the beach, I'm staggering." She started awkwardly shuffling along bowlegged for a few paces, until she heard Alan's guffaw of laughter.

They walked on through the nude part of the beach, but Glory explained that it was okay to wait until they'd picked a spot and put down all their stuff before undressing.

The spot they found was near the end of the beach, just before a fence bounding a military base. Few people would walk that far, and she picked a nook by the cliff wall that gave the privacy she'd described. She wanted to be ready for any sexual situation that might come up without having to worry too much about getting arrested.

"This is weird," Alan said as he pulled his shorts off. He really was worn out from before, and for once, he didn't have a hard-on.

But Glory looked at him as she undressed and said, "You know what I'll bet is weird for you? Having your shorts ON."

Alan grinned sheepishly, even as he felt his face growing warm. "I guess there's some truth in that."

"And you can't tell me that you're a stranger to being nude in public either. I've heard some strange rumors at school lately. Like, there was a rumor a few weeks back of a couple having sex buck naked in the upper parking lot. The more I think about it and learn about you, the more I suspect that it was you."

Alan blushed slightly. "No comment."

"HA! I knew it! You're incorrigible, young man, completely incorrigible. But if you'll excuse me, I have some surfing to do." To Alan's disappointment, she'd taken all her clothes off but then put a thick black wetsuit on. "You care to join me in the water?"

"Um, sure. But I was kind of hoping to see you surf naked."

"Sure, if you want to pay for the hypothermia medical bills. Don't be deceived by the sunny weather - the water's butt cold. The current comes down off the Bering Strait up by Alaska, you know, and it's a wee bit nippy up there."

"Shucks."

Glory looked around conspiratorially. "Truth is, I've always wanted to surf naked, too. I'll make you a deal. If you wade out with me, maybe I'll hand you my wetsuit before I'm done."

"Sweet! Deal!"

Glory briefly explained a few things for Alan to watch for when she mounted and rode the waves, such as how cleanly she stood up on the board, the depth of her crouch and sway of her arms as she balanced, and so on. Then she went off to surf while Alan stood watching waist-deep in the water. Glory was right about the water being "butt cold," so Alan had to keep moving about to stay warm. One thing he'd never done before was swim in the ocean while naked, but he grew accustomed to it surprisingly quickly, although his teeth chattered a bit. He noticed Glory did a lot of paddling on her board instead of passively waiting for the waves to come, no doubt to help stay warm as well.

Glory gave the surfing her all to impress her lover, catching wave after wave.

The waves were about six to eight feet measured from the front, which looked impossibly huge from up close. It seemed to Alan like she was catching mini-tsunamis.

As he watched, he thought back to the two years he'd secretly lusted after Glory, and the many times he'd dreamed of being at the beach with her. So far, thumbs up on the reality meeting the high expectations. This is just like I dreamed it. In fact, the beach, the waves, the surfboard - it's like they were all taken straight out of my dreams. But what's totally amazing is that Glory really is "my girl" now. MY "Surfer Girl." She even dropped her boyfriend for me. Man, if any of my classmates could see us now...

Glory didn't stay out in the waves long - less than twenty minutes. She wanted to spend her time with Alan and surfing was a solitary sport. But she did keep her promise and shucked off her wetsuit while out in the ocean, then paddled to Alan and handed it to him.

As soon as she turned and paddled back towards the waves, Alan turned and sprinted back to the beach. He'd brought a camera and wanted some pictures of Glory surfing naked. So he hurried back to the shore line, snapped his pictures, and rushed off to put the camera away again. He also put her wetsuit away.

Glory didn't surf naked for long, really only a few minutes, catching just a few waves before she started shivering too hard. By the time Alan started wading back in the water, she was already coming out.

They were both all smiles as she waded close to him with her surfboard under her arm. "You bastard!" She shook her fist, but in a playful manner. "I'm gonna get you for that."

"You've got to catch me first!" Alan pretended to be afraid and got out of the water, then started running from her. But he made sure to run slowly and in circles so she could catch up.

Once Glory was back on dry land, she put her surfboard down on the sand high enough on the beach to prevent it from being washed away, and then ran after him.

"Young man, come here and take your punishment!"

"Fat chance!" Alan found it incredibly liberating to be running around in the nude. He didn't see anyone nearby, but he didn't really care if they were being watched or not. As far as he was concerned, the only two people in the world at that moment were him and Glory.

He let her catch him, or perhaps it was the other way around. Either way, they soon found themselves Frenching and rolling around in the shallow water. The water lapped against them and every now and then a bigger wave would come and wash over most of their bodies.

But Glory was shivering a bit and when the kiss broke she said, "Mmm, good, but cold. I'm so cold!"

Alan had been underneath but he rolled on top. "Then we should stay warm with our body heat." His penis was reviving and it pressed warmly against Glory's lower abdomen.

Glory laughed. "You truly are incorrigible, young man. But not here. This place looks deserted, true, but they do send police around here from time to time to check on lewd behavior. Just imagine the scandal if you and I got caught! Not to mention, this water is freezing me half to death." Just then another larger wave came by, nearly drenching Glory since she was underneath, accenting her point.

She said, "Okay, that's enough of that. Let's go back to our towels. My nipples are so hard they hurt."

"I can see that. I'll be right there; you go on ahead."

"Where are you going?"

"Nowhere special. You'll see."

"All right. I like mysteries. I'll see you back there. But don't get TOO excited. I meant what I said earlier about my pussy being sore. And there are public indecency laws, you know. A little fooling around is okay, but sex on the beach..."

"...has to remain just an alcoholic drink," Alan quipped.

Glory groaned melodramatically, then picked up her surfboard and headed back to their spot.

Alan wanted to go back there too and towel off, but he wanted to find some props first. Some of Glory's comments had given him an idea for a role-play and he dearly missed his role-playing with her. Unfortunately, he had next to nothing to work with. But there was a lot of driftwood on the shore and after a couple of minutes wandering up and down the beach, he found a couple of pieces that were close enough for his needs.

When he got back to their nook, Glory was just finishing drying herself off, and was busy drying and combing her hair. Alan was disappointed to see her putting her hair back up since he liked how it hung down while she was in the water, but he didn't say anything about it.

He was surprised to find that he was already getting dry from the wind and the sun, so he launched straight into his routine. As he got close to her, he said in his normal voice, "Glory, can you toss me my sunglasses?"

"Sure."

He caught her toss and put them on. Then he said in a completely different and dispassionate tone, "'Scuse me, ma'am. I'm afraid you've broken the law." He tried to put a bit of Southern twang into his voice in an attempt to portray a police officer in a small Southern town.

Glory immediately caught on. "Have I? Oh dear. What's the charge, officer?"

"Well let's see here." He brought out the big piece of bark he'd found, held it in front of him, and then brought a stick in his other hand up to it, making it look like he was writing up a ticket. "First of all, disturbing the peace."

"Disturbing the peace? How? I'm just sitting here minding my own business."

"That may be true, ma'am, but you're disturbing the peace... with your raving beauty."

She laughed, pleased at the compliment. "I'm sorry, officer. Is that all?"

"No, 'fraid not. You're also guilty of assaulting an officer... with your sexy ways."

She laughed harder, then went back into her role of pretend worry. "Oh goodness! That sounds serious. But may I ask - if you're a cop, why are you naked?"

"I'm an undercover cop, ma'am."

"You don't look very undercover to me. In fact, I don't see any cover at all. How do I know you're not just some naked pervert holding a stick and some bark?"

Glory was sitting down by now and Alan was standing. He stepped forward until his erection was practically in her face. "For your information, this is extremely expensive camouflaged police equipment. And do I have to show you my badge?"

She looked at his dick which was nearly hitting her in the nose. "No, I can see your credentials are most impressive. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to make a citizen's arrest."

"Why's that, ma'am?"

"Assault with a deadly weapon." She grasped his stiffness and started stroking it.

"Now, hold your horses, ma'am. I'm the one making charges around here." Using a catch phrase from the South Park TV show, he said with a grin, "Respect my authoritaaaaiigh."

She knew the line and laughed again. She was on an emotional high - just the fact that she was taking part in another role-play with Alan gave her a warm and happy feeling.

"Now, lady, either I can take you down to the jailhouse or you can pay for your crimes right here."

CHAPTER 4

Glory asked as she stroked, "Well, what's the punishment?"

Alan got down on his knees, forcing her to let go of his penis. "Forty lashes. No, make that one-hundred lashes... of my tongue on your pussy."

"That's a fair cop," Glory quipped. She spread her legs as Alan lowered his body some more and dropped his head between her legs. But then she broke out of character and said, "But you really don't have to do that. At the very least, let's make a sixty-nine."

"No," he said decisively, dropping the accent and the pose. "I want to do this, and just this. I want to give this 100 percent of my attention. You've given me how many blowjobs by now? I want to even the score. Besides, my penis is still pretty satisfied from earlier. What would give me the most pleasure is to see you have pleasure. I wanna hear you cry out in ecstasy."

"That can be arranged," she joked again. "Oooh! You're not wasting time!"

Even as Alan was talking he was getting into position, and he started right in on licking her pussy lips. Truth be told, he'd gotten quite spoiled with so many blowjobs, titfucks, and fucking every day and he hadn't gone down on his women all that much. He still didn't really know what he was doing down there. But he truly wanted to do this just to make Glory feel good, and he was determined to do it as well as he possibly could.

After a minute or two, Glory laughed and said, "That's so sweet. I love you too."

Alan chuckled and kept going. He was using the well-known alphabet trick where one draws the letters of the alphabet over a woman's sensitive zones to make sure the tongue is always doing different things. But instead of just going straight through the alphabet, he'd spelled out, G L O R Y I L O V E Y O U.

Now that he knew she was paying attention to what he was "spelling," he began "writing" all kinds of loving and heartfelt messages for her. So she was doubly assaulted, with his inspired licking and his creative messages. She'd say each letter he made out loud to make sure she got it, and if she didn't he'd make the same one again. Sometimes she deliberately failed to catch on to his spelling if his tongue was doing something particularly nice.

Before long, he started to catch on to what worked best and what didn't and ditched the lettering system.

Glory was a bit sad to see it go. But she didn't mourn its loss for long because soon he had her panting and loving his attentions.

Alan had been licking entirely on the outside, only occasionally flicking her clit. And while that felt very nice for Glory, she wasn't in danger of cumming anytime soon. But then he upped the ante. He started tonguing inside her pussy while rubbing her clit between two fingers.

That really got Glory hot. She'd been moaning and cooing and saying sweet nothings, but when she said, "Oh God, I can feel it coming, I'm going to cum so hard," Alan suddenly stopped.

"What?" She was surprised. "Why'd you stop?"

Alan pulled up his head and looked at her. "You're not allowed to cum yet, okay?"

"Okay, I guess. But why?"

"Just trust me. And how are we doing with strangers? Anyone see us yet?" Glory was sitting up against the base of the cliff while Alan had his face between her legs, so she was in a great position to watch for passersby.

She giggled. "No. Well, okay, maybe one or two. They turned around as they got near, but I don't know if that's 'cos they saw us or if they were just ending their walks near the fence anyway."

Alan dived back in. He continued his more aggressive methods to great effect. He knew he was getting to her because she started clamping her legs into his head, squeezing him as if in a vise. She couldn't help it - her muscles were tensing up as she tried to hold off her climax.

Alan wanted to step things up another notch, but he didn't know how. He was already poking his tongue as far into her as it could go, over and over, and his tongue muscles were getting very tired. His face seemed covered in pussy juice. The way he was working her clit seemed to be getting an especially strong reaction and Glory was literally begging for mercy. But it still wasn't enough for him. He wanted Glory to have the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had.

He considered sticking a finger up her anus, but so far he'd gotten the impression that she didn't go for anal play that much. Besides, he'd have trouble reaching it given the way she was sitting. But he'd been finding out that the perineum, the area between the pussy and asshole, was surprisingly sensitive, so he started stroking and probing her there with teasing and soft touches.

That worked wonders too. Soon, Glory's gentle pleas to cum turned into increasingly aggressive demands. "Young man, I need to cum! I need to cum right now! If you don't give me permission, well... it's gonna be... bad news!"

Alan laughed, finding it funny that she was trying to bully him into letting her do something that she was having to strain not to do in the first place.

"I'm serious!" she continued with an increasingly ragged voice. "Are you listening to me, young man! Come ON! Alan, my love, if you don't help me out here soon, I'm going to explode!"

But Alan just kept on licking and stroking.

Her demands soon turned back into pleas. "Alan, please! I'm desperate here!" She was huffing and puffing, hardly able to talk now. "Where... how... how is this... going to end?!"

Suddenly, she cried out, "PLEASE! For the fucking love of God, let me CUM!"

Alan didn't even stop his tongue-fucking, but he took the hand that had been working her perineum (and playing with her anus just a bit), and raised it up above her thighs. Then he used that hand to make the 'thumbs up' gesture.

"Thank fucking Gaaaadddddeeeeaaaaiiiieeee!" Glory screamed uncontrollably as her entire body shivered and shook. She was completely heedless of the fact that she was in a public place, and in fact for the last few minutes she'd completely forgotten that she was even at the beach.

Alan felt like his head was a nut in a nutcracker, because Glory was squeezing her thighs as she came without thinking about what that might do to him. She was too lost in the moment to be heedful of such things. To make it worse, her thigh muscles were very strong. Alan had to grab her knees with both hands and try to pry her legs further apart as her multiple orgasm just seemed to go on and on forever.

But finally it was done. Glory slumped down and then flopped over into the sand altogether, as if she'd been shot by a firing squad.

As she slowly began to grow aware of her surroundings, she realized her face was half-planted in the sand. She sat back up and tried to brush her face clean.

Alan was now sitting up on his heels between her legs. He was looking forward to her reaction.

She stared at Alan in amazed admiration for a minute or more while her mind came back to the world. Then she said with awe, "Jesus H. Christ! Alan Plummer, whatever am I going to do with you? I thought you were a great lover before, but if you keep it up with great pussy licking like that, well... I don't know what! But you're a menace to society!"

Alan laughed. "A menace to society? I was hoping you might say something more complimentary."

"You know what I mean, young man. That's a very high compliment. I mean that you're so good at sex, not to mention lovable and an all around good guy, that it's positively scary!"

Alan beamed. He could tell that she wasn't just saying that.

She slouched down, exhausted. "I'd like to reciprocate, but can you take a rain check for a while? I'm just too wiped out. That whole making me wait to cum thing, that's just downright deliciously evil."

"No worries. I meant it when I said I just wanted to make you happy and show you how much I love you. Good pussy licking is damn hard work! Your thighs practically popped my head like a grape! But not only that, my penis is probably feeling as sensitive and sore as your pussy is right now."

"Oh. OH! ... Okay, well, in that case, why don't we go for a walk? That'll help me come back to the world of the living a bit. Did you know that the word for orgasm in French, petite morte, means little death?"

"I do. And believe me, I've thought about how true that is many times lately."

Glory frowned because his comment reminded her about his other lovers, and the great sex he no doubt shared with them too. But she brushed that aside and said, "We might as well put on our clothes because the only way to walk from here is the non-nude part of the beach."

"Okay. Are you just going to leave your surfboard and wetsuit and stuff here?"

"Yeah. I don't want to walk so far that we won't be able to keep an eye on the gully that would be the only escape route for a thief. Besides, that's another reason to dress, so we can make sure we have all our small valuables with us."

CHAPTER 5

The two of them set out on a walk down the beach, walking hand in hand. They passed the occasional nudist while they were in the nude section, but neither of them gave the others much thought. Both of them liked to think that they were on their own private beach.

They were basking in the afterglow of great sex (even though Alan hadn't cum, he still felt great), so they were content for a while to just hug or hold hands. But after five minutes or so of silence, Glory stopped and asked, "So, lover, what are you thinking?"

"What am I thinking? So many things. For one thing, I'm looking at those surfers out there" - they had crossed into the non-nude section and there were a number of surfers catching waves right in front of them - "and thinking about how talented you are in that. What's it like to catch a wave?"

"What's it like? I can't even begin to tell you. Some say it's better than sex, but after what you did to me today, I'd say it's a darn close call. That's how incredible it is. Think of the rush you get when you're on a roller coaster and you're at the top of a high climb and all of a sudden your cart starts speeding down. It's like that, but that's just for starters. On a roller coaster, it's passive. You're just sitting there."

She went on, "But with surfing, it's all your skill that got you to the lip of the wave in the first place. So there's a great sense of accomplishment. But it's more than just that, too. There's this feeling of harmony, of a oneness with nature. The energy! There's just so much energy, and power, and you're riding it like riding a wild bull! I've heard it said that a three mile long six foot wave has the same power as an atomic bomb, and I believe it."

She continued, "And that's just for starters. I could go on all day. I guess a big thing is that, the whole time, I feel a hundred percent alive. Make that a thousand percent. I have to use all my senses and concentration to get up and ride properly, a feel for the rhythm of the waves, all those almost imperceptible cues, the board's vibration, minute changes in balance to stay in sync with the surges - it's SUCH A RUSH! Getting dragged under the wave, gasping for air with your head smashing into the sand and feeling your body tossed around like a rag doll - it's like you've had a near death experience except it really isn't all that dangerous, so long as you know what you're doing."

"Hmmm," Alan said. "Do you know the song 'Wall of Death' by Richard Thompson? I'll bet it's like that."

"No. How's that go?"

Alan sang:

"Let me ride on the wall of death one more time
Let me ride on the wall of death one more time
You can take your chances on the other rides
This is the nearest to being alive
Oh, let me take my chances on the wall of death"

"Exactly!" Glory said. "It's exactly like that. I'd like to hear that song. In fact, I wonder if he wrote it about surfing."

Alan chuckled. "Sure, I'll make you a copy, but I doubt it. He's an old British folkie. R.E.M. covers it too. By the way, do you think you can teach me how to surf sometime? If it's as great as you say, I don't want to miss out."

"I'd love that. You name the time. Maybe before long people will be calling you 'Surfer Guy.'"

Alan laughed. "Yeah, right. Soooo... Lover, what are yoouuuuu thinking about?" he dragged out in a playful attempt at mocking Glory's standard afterglow question.

"Besides surfing? I'm enjoying watching those guys out there, too. But besides that, I'm thinking about what women all the world over obsess about 97% of the time: 'the relationship.'" She made little mocking quote marks in the air.

Alan grinned. "Ninety-seven percent, huh? I thought it was 98.6%."

She grinned back. "Shows what you know. We do have to spend some time thinking about buying shoes too, you know." She winked. "But it's true. I'm thinking about my 'menace to society' comment from before. Sometimes I ask myself how much of my attraction to you is about the sex. Now don't get me wrong, I'll admit that's a huge bonus, but I think that's all it is, a bonus, because I wanted you in a bad way even BEFORE I knew you were Mr. Super Stud. Do you remember how you and I got started? I practically threw myself at you, eagerly offering to help you out with your 'medical treatment.'" She put those words in mocking quotes too.

Alan frowned at that. "What do you mean?"

Glory realized that she'd made a mistake. Since she knew that the six times a day treatment was just a scheme cooked up by Suzanne, she was prone to mock it. But she couldn't betray Suzanne's trust and reveal what the scheme was really all about, so she tried to cover her tracks. "I mean, that from my point of view, I couldn't care less about your medical treatment needs. Sure, I care about you getting over your tiredness problem, but for me I was interested in that mainly as a foot in the door so I could get sexually involved with you. Sorry if that makes me seem shallow, but that's what was on my mind at the time. I had it bad for you, young man! And as you can see, I still do."

Luckily, that mollified Alan and he asked, "Why is that? I mean, come on, I'm no teen heart throb. Back then, I was just a slightly good looking nerd. What was the appeal?"

"Good question. I've been thinking about that too. For one thing, you sell yourself short. You're both cute and handsome - a killer combination. Back then you were a diamond in the rough but I could see you were going to turn into a ladies' man someday. But besides that, I have to admit to some immature motives. You see, I was what you might call a late bloomer, physically speaking. Plus, my teenage years were very, very difficult. My family wasn't poor in the sense of living in a shack or anything like that, but we were way over our heads. My parents were trying to live the upper middle class dream but they couldn't afford it. Debt collectors and even bankruptcy proceedings were always just around the corner. You see, my father was both a gambler AND an alcoholic."

"Oh geez. I didn't know."

"Well, it wasn't really bad. It wasn't like he beat me or my mom or even yelled at us. He was more of a 'drink alone and withdraw into himself' kind of alcoholic. I was completely oblivious at the time since my mom sheltered me, except that I knew we were skating on thin ice financially. Big time. I tried to help, and all through my teenage years and well into college I worked like a dog. I had to pay my entire way through college and then send money home besides."

"That sounds terrible! But what does that have to do with you and me?"

"Basically, I missed my teenage years. I didn't have ANY free time - I worked at a corner store nearly every free moment I wasn't in school or doing homework - and I had the 'ugly duckling' thing going on. All the 'beautiful people' made fun of me, and proms and dates and all that stuff passed me right on by. So in being a teacher, in some ways, I'm trying to live the high school years I never had. At least, I think that's how I was susceptible to having an affair with a student, now that I look back on it. Of course I love teaching too, so that's not my entire motive, but maybe it helps explain why I ended up teaching high school and not some other school age. But then you came along and turned my susceptibility to an affair into a completely different thing altogether. Talk about a wild ride!"

"Huh. That makes sense. It explains a lot of things, like why you're so friendly with me and some of the other students, and why you're so into school gossip and such. And it explains why you hate Heather so much."

"It does? How?"

"Well, she's one of the 'beautiful people' now. I'll bet she reminds you of the snooty, hoity toity people who made fun of you back then."

Glory pondered that as she walked. She finally said, "That's funny. I honestly never thought about it before, probably because there's such a long list of other reasons to hate her. But you're right, she does remind me of those stuck up bitches. We had a Heather clone back in my day. Her name was Marlene. Actually, Heather's ten times worse than Marlene ever was, but they're both cut from the same cloth."

She grimaced. "Why you have sex with that fake blonde is beyond me. Okay, sure, I have to admit she's got the looks. She could be a professional model, easily. But after seeing the OTHER women you're with, it's not like you're hurting for sexy partners! I mean, come on! Why bother with Heather, when you've got the likes of Susan and Suzanne? Not that I'm advocating you-know-what, but the plain fact is they're jaw droppers. Especially Suzanne. When she walks into the room, it's like Venus or Aphrodite herself is right there. Her sexy aura, it's like... standing next to the sun! It's too intense!" Her eyes grew distant and dreamy.

Alan laughed. "I've noticed you have a thing for her. I've seen the way you look at her."

Glory stopped in her tracks and stared hard at Alan. "I DO NOT! What are you talking about?! I'm not attracted to her in the slightest! I'm just, well, intrigued by her effect on others. I'm interested in observing that."

"Yeah, right." Alan was going to say, "And I can see how your nipples are interested in observing her too," but he thought better of it and kept his mouth shut. But his sarcastic "yeah, right," was enough to put him in hot water.

Glory's face grew red and she aggressively poked him in the chest. "Listen, young man! I am NOT interested in Suzanne, or any other woman! Got it? I don't swing that way, period! I can only imagine that you're having all kinds of wild orgies with bisexual women, but I don't want any part of that. No way, José! Don't even THINK about trying to drag me into that perverted scene!"

"Hey, I never said a word like that to you, did I? I'm just saying that when you look at her-"

Glory interrupted, finishing his sentence, "I show a certain admiration for her many fine qualities. I know she's very intelligent, wise, beautiful, friendly, and, well, just all around impressive. Why shouldn't I admire her? The fact that she's a wild bisexual tigress in bed with each of her tits as big as my head calling out her seductive song like a siren has absolutely nothing to do with it! Nothing! I can't help that she radiates and personifies sex with those big pouty red lips of hers and her mesmerizing green eyes and her oh-so-sexy curly..." Her voice was softening and becoming wistful, but she finished with a sharp, "Well, you get the picture!"

Alan realized that he'd hit a very touchy subject. "Okay, already! Sorry. I'll admit I'm totally wrong here. It's not like we've ever broached the subject of bisexuality, so I had no idea how you felt about it."

Glory huffed, "Well, now you do." She resumed walking. "And don't you forget it!"

"Okay, fine." But he thought, It's plain as day she's got some kind of thing for Suzanne but she's in deep denial about it. If I'm smart, I'd better not even touch that with a ten-foot pole. Although it would be pretty cool if she could get it on with my other nymphos. But she's not even close to being mentally ready for that. Maybe someday though.

Wisely changing the subject, he said, "Getting back on track, I was saying that I think you're just as beautiful as anyone else. Even the likes of Suzanne. Okay I'll admit that if there was a beauty contest, someone like Suzanne would get the top marks. But the way we feel about a person colors our attraction to them too. All I know is that every time I look at you, I'm filled with lust and love and all kinds of powerful things. I want to rush up to you and kiss you and make love to you. Believe me, it makes sitting in your class for an hour every day very trying!"

Glory laughed and then smiled. She stopped again and said, "You say the sweetest things, even if they're all lies." Then she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.

CHAPTER 6

The two of them smooched for a minute or so. Then they kept walking, hand in hand again. But Glory was worried about her surfboard so she turned them around and they began walking back.

She said, "I know what I like about you: your good nature, your smarts, your humor, your adorable looks, your good taste in things... Stop me any time."

"I'm in no hurry."

She laughed. "But seriously, what do you see in me, aside from, 'Hey, I get to bang my sexy teacher?'"

Alan looked at her with concern. "Glory, I love you and that's all there is to it. Nothing else matters. Sure, at first I was attracted to you for your looks, but as I got to know you better your looks became secondary because there's so much more to you. It's what's inside you that I love and admire the most, even though you're still a total hottie." He winked. "I wouldn't care if you had an extra foot growing out of your forehead, you're Glory and I love you."

"But why?"

"Oh boy. Glory, it's like you trying to describe why you love surfing." He stopped and put a hand on her shoulder.

She turned his way and they stared into each other's eyes.

He said, "I can't put it all into words. But one big thing is that I feel like you're my mentor, or even my muse. When I come across something neat, I'm always thinking, 'I wish Glory could see this. I'll bet she'd like it.' And when I do something clever, I can't wait to tell you about it. Your opinion means so much to me! It started out as you being my favorite teacher, but it's evolved into so much more. I want to share everything with you! If I'm going to sit down and have a deep conversation with someone, I want that person to be you, first and foremost. I value your opinions and your feelings so much! And you always have fun and insightful things to say. You're the first person I think of when I find something to share. I could just spend all my time with you. We click together so well, don't we?"

Glory's breath caught in her throat. Does he mean it? Does he understand what he just said? This is TRUE LOVE! Good Lord, I could just DIE of pure JOY!

She could feel her eyes getting moist. "We do, and that's the problem. You're not just an eighteen-year-old hunk I'm having a fling with. I want to spend every hour of the day with you, too. We have such a good time, even without the sex. I feel this strong bond, like we don't even need to talk to understand each other. Just being close to you makes me happy. And then you add the sex, and it's like - whoa! This is something powerful, something magical."

Her look turned pained as she stared straight ahead and not at Alan. "But then I see you with all those others. Even Heather, for Christ's sake! Wouldn't you rather be with me than that skanky bitch? Are you just hooked on the variety of having a dozen busty babes at your beck and call?"

His voice was pained. "Glory, it's not like that. Every woman I'm with, I have a serious emotional connection. Yes, even Heather. I've made some mistakes and done some things with her that I'm not exactly proud of, but that's taught me important things about myself too. I feel emotionally invested in her, even though I certainly do NOT love her. Besides, she was the one who glommed onto me and now that she's sunk her claws in my flesh it's not easy getting them out without a lot of blood getting spilled. But I know I'm making a difference with her; incredible as that may sound. Believe it or not, I'm slowly curing her of her bitchiness."

Glory chortled, "Yeah, one cum load at a time. You're a regular Mother Teresa."

"We've talked about this before and I'm sorry if you can't understand. I'm not afraid to admit that I enjoy having sex with her. But it's not just sex; it helps me too psychologically. With her, I can blow off steam and let my 'Bad Alan' run wild. If I didn't have that vent, we'd probably see a lot more 'Bad Alan' popping up elsewhere where he doesn't belong."

Glory put her hand over her eyes as if she was too embarrassed for him to even look his way. "Please spare me the images of you and Medusa in bed together. That's fodder for my nightmares. What ARE you afraid to admit?"

"What?"

"You said you're not afraid to admit you enjoy having sex with her - what is it about your relationship with her that you are afraid to admit? If you don't mind me asking."

Alan thought, and then said sheepishly, "Well, here's one thing. I was really busy at one point and Heather wanted to spend time with me, so she got one of her nerdy admirers to write a 20-page English paper for me."

Glory was scandalized. "Alan! I expect so much better than that from you! You see what I mean? She's pure evil and every second you're around her, you're not bringing her up to your level, she's dragging you down to hers."

"I'll admit it's been like riding a tiger, but I also have to admit I love the challenge. Maybe it's like the satisfaction you get from riding a long wave. If I can bring the good Heather out into the light, then I can accomplish what no one else has been able to do. Did you know that her parents sent her to a couple of therapists? In the end, I think it was the therapists who needed therapy to recover!"

Glory stared intently into his eyes. "This is bad news all the way. Bad news! You need to put a stop to your Heather foolishness. This paper isn't the only foolish thing you've done with her, is it?"

Alan looked down defensively for a moment. He failed to answer her question, but said, "Please. Let me handle her. I know what I'm doing. Besides, remember the 'don't ask, don't tell' policy we came up with today?"

"I remember, but I don't know what to do about that. You've put me between a rock and a hard place. Lover, I feel so strongly for you. I can't just throw you to the wolves. From what we've talked about before, I know your biggest problems for the rest of this year and beyond will have to do with your 'too many women' problem. I worry about this 'Bad Alan' that you talk about, plus the temptation to put hedonistic sex with more and more women above all the wonderful things that make you the man I love. The saying 'power corrupts' is so true, and the only thing preventing that from happening are checks on power. I feel obliged to be one of those checks. Suzanne is right that you do need my help. I can't just stand by and watch you get dragged down by all of this."

She went on, more pained and reluctant, "But how can I help you out without being more aware of what's happening between you and your other lovers? I don't want to know about any of that! But I feel I'd be letting you down not to help you resist the temptations of power, and how can I help you without knowing the details of what's happening in your sordid orgy world? And if I do know, that'll absolutely break my heart."

"Wow. Glory, I never really thought of it like that before."

Glory grinned through a frown. "Guys don't. They don't spend 98.6% of their time thinking about the relationship."

Alan grinned back. "That's true. I'd say 23% of my time I'm thinking about the Chargers and the NFL in general, and another good 15% of my thinking focuses on nothing but potato chips."

Glory smacked him gently on the arm, pretending anger. "Typical male!" She squeezed his hand and then nestled in against him.

"But seriously," she continued, "I've been thinking about these things, especially while you were sleeping on the ride down here. Partly I think it's your youth; you're just living your fun life day to day without giving thought as to where things are going. But I have. Frankly, I'm worried. As nice as you are, and thoughtful as you are, you have a great power. And power corrupts, it really does. Just imagine the temptation of being able to control minds. Who wouldn't abuse that?"

"What great power?"

She punched him harder. "Your sexual talent, you doofus! In a way, it is like mind control. Great sex is like a drug, and love is a drug, and when you combine the two, which you tend to do so well, what woman can resist? I found out that to my chagrin that I certainly can't."

Alan thought back to his reception at home when he stopped by earlier to change his clothes and the way all four women were practically fawning over him. "Okay, maybe there's some truth there, but I'm a victim of my own success, not to mention my own kindness. Because I'm NOT an evil monster, I get so emotionally involved with the women I'm with that it becomes a big problem. I love them all. I want to be with you 24 hours a day, and with Amy 24 hours a day, and Suzanne 24 hours a day, and so on. But there's just one of me! That's my fundamental problem that I just can't escape. I feel not only responsible to keep them sexually satisfied, but also well loved and emotionally happy. I'm scared that I bit off way more than I can chew, and all these different balls I'm juggling in the air are going to come crashing down."

Glory pointed out, "With power comes responsibility."

Alan's nerdy roots exposed themselves as he thought of the Spiderman comics and corrected her, "With great power comes great responsibility. And don't think I don't know it! It's so easy to give in, like just let them do all my chores, which they're happy to do so I can have more free time to spend with them. But that's power corrupting me. And if I screw up, I'm not only going to hurt myself, but the people I love. I keep thinking about this but I have no solution. I have fantasies of cloning myself but obviously that's not going to work."

Glory thought, His obvious love and concern for the people he loves shines through so strongly. It just makes me love him even more! Suzanne's right - we need to help him!

She said, "That's what I'm saying. Your multiple partners situation can't help but be an endless source of problems for everybody. And you're right, it wouldn't be so much trouble for you if you were a total asshole and treated everyone like dirt, because then at least there wouldn't be all this love to deal with. But there is, thanks to your caring. My first instinct is to just say, 'Give it up, buddy! No one can juggle that many women. Cut down to just one, or at most two, for God's sake!'"

She let out a reluctant sigh. "But after seeing what I saw at your house today, I know that isn't possible. I can still dream of a future with just you and me in it, but I know it'll never happen. There's just too much love there. And maybe all that love will save you from the 'Bad Alan,' but it won't be easy. I don't know what to do. Suzanne was so right in telling me that you need outside help, but it'll kill me to do what I now realize needs to be done. But how can I be me then? How can I remain true to myself? But on the other hand, I can't just stand by and watch what might happen if I don't."

"So what about 'don't ask, don't tell?'"

"I don't know. I really don't know. I haven't put all the pieces together. I'm just starting to realize some of the implications of you and me getting back together. I know I'm going to go through a lot of painful times, no matter what happens. If I stick with you, that'll be tough, and if I don't maybe that'll be even tougher."

Alan felt deep concern. "Glory, I don't want to lose you now! We belong together. Hey, about helping me, what if you use Suzanne as a go-between? She knows everything that's happening with me. Then she could tell you things in a general way, like, 'Bad Alan is on the rise. We need to take stronger counter measures.'" He joked to himself, Intervention! "That way, you don't have to know the gory details."

Glory thought about that for a while as they walked. Finally, she said, "Maybe. I'll think about it."

"At least talk to her about it," Alan suggested.

Glory was excited about having an excuse to talk to Suzanne about sexually intimate things, although she didn't consciously realize this. She said reluctantly, "Well, all right. I'll try. I'm not willing to give up on helping you, even though it hurts me."

Now it was Alan's turn to stop and stare into her eyes. "Thank you, Glory. What you said right there, that's why I love you so much. That's why you're an inspiration to me. That kind of love - it's priceless! How could I ever do without you? I wouldn't care even if you did have a foot growing out of your forehead; you're just about the most beautiful person in the whole wide world in my eyes, because of your love."

Glory grinned and wiped her forehead. "Do I have something up here or what? Or is this some kind of new foot fetish of yours?" But while Alan was still laughing at that, she threw herself at him and smothered him with kisses.

The two of them walked back the rest of the way to their spot, but the feeling of love between them was so strong that it was more like they were walking on air than walking on sand. They had nothing more to say to each other for a long while because their non-verbal communication said it all. They practically stumbled along heedless of where they were going because they only had eyes for each other.

Alan pointed out a sailboat on the horizon and they both squinted into the sinking sun, then watched a child repeatedly throw a rubber ball into the surf for a golden Labrador to retrieve. Finally they just leaned sideways into each other rubbing hips, and then rotated to rub pelvises while leaning back holding each other around the waist to stare into each other's eyes.

Glory thought, I love Alan more than I've ever loved anyone else in my life! If he were to whip out a ring right now and ask me to marry him, I'd say yes in a heartbeat. If it was just the two of us, that is, and not this whole maddening harem thing of his. But I can't let that ruin this wonderful and brilliant day.

She felt happy and sad at the same time. No one has ever, ever, spoken to me about true love the way Alan did and meant it. And he obviously means it even if he doesn't really fully understand what he's saying. I just hope it never ends. But who knows? In six months, he could be gone.

CHAPTER 7

Adrian didn't need to take daily naps like Alan did, but after the big Thanksgiving meal he'd had, not to mention all the sexual excitement, he went back to his room to sleep. He was too tired to think about what had happened and crashed immediately.

He woke up over an hour later feeling well rested. As soon as he started to stir, he heard the sound of knocking at his door.

It was Brenda. "Aidy? Pooh Bear? Are you up?" (Adrian didn't realize it, but Brenda had been anxiously watching him sleeping on the video system and came to his room as soon as she saw him waking.)

"Oh. Hi Momma. Um sure. Come in." Even as he said these things, his mind was reeling as he thought of his mother and how sexy she'd looked and acted.

But the reality blew even his recent memories away. Brenda opened the door and stood in the door frame. She was wearing a bathing suit, if one could call it that. It was a V-shaped thin strap that rose from her pussy to cover one nipple, went over her shoulder, back down to her ass crack, and then did the same to the other side. It was almost too obscene to wear in public, especially when Brenda wore it. The straps had to travel a great distance away from her chest to make it all the way out and over the front of her breasts.

The effect was stunning and Adrian was suitably stunned. He froze on his bed with his mouth open. The only part of his body moving was his penis, which was rapidly rising.

Brenda said, "Aidy, can you do me a favor? Please meet me out back 'cos I have something to talk to you about, and it's such a nice day that I thought we could do that outside." True, the fact that it was an unusually sunny day was one reason she wanted to meet Adrian out back, and another was that it gave her an excuse to wear her V outfit. It has been described to her by an envious saleswoman as "a nipple-strip slit-gripper." However, the biggest reason was that she knew the backyard wasn't wired for video, so she hoped her faithful but watchful maid Anika wouldn't be aware of what they were doing.

Adrian just nodded.

As Brenda had been talking, she was slowly pulling on her straps as if they were suspenders. Finally, she pulled them completely to the side and let go, giving Adrian an unfettered view of her bared chest.

"Please don't keep me waiting." She stood there with her eyes closed for some long moments, allowing her son a completely unfettered look at her bust. Then she took a look at the rising bulge in his bed sheets, smiled, and turned on her high heels to go.

Adrian actually sighed in relief when she closed his door and walked away, because he felt like he'd been hit by a freight train. He was tempted to frantically jack off right away, but she'd told him not to keep her waiting and he was a very obedient boy. Therefore, he got up, put on just his bathing suit, and went downstairs and out to the back yard.

Adrian stumbled more than he walked on his way out to where his mother was resting on a lawn chair beside their pool. His erection was so stiff and needy that it was a challenge for him to walk at all.

Brenda patted a seat near her. "Here, Aidy. Please sit."

He sat.

"I want to talk to you about responsibility." She tried to sound like a serious mother, but her eyes were irresistibly fixed on the bulge in Adrian's bathing suit.

"Responsibility?" Similarly, Adrian would have been oblivious if an eagle landed on Brenda's head, because his eyes never rose above her shoulders and rarely went as far down as her waist, despite the lovely sights to see down below.

"Yes, responsibility. Suzanne, remember her? She told me that I should, we should, be more responsible, and that..." Her voice trailed off into nothingness as she licked her lips.

"That what, Momma?" Adrian asked, getting nervous as he misread her mood.

Instead of answering, Brenda just let out an agonized growl. "Aww, to hell with it! Aidy, I need your cock!"

"What?!"

"You heard me! How am I supposed to just sit here and do nothing when your cock is about to rip your shorts open? Whip it out and let me stroke it at least! Please!"

"Um, okay." He couldn't understand her attitude. It was like someone begging him to take a million dollars off their hands.

As soon as Adrian pulled his shorts down, Brenda was there with both hands, ready to stroke. She let out a happy sigh as she held it. "Oh, YES!" She started to stroke. "GOD, this feels sooo good!" The pure joy of holding her son's warm rod sent tingling waves of pleasure up Brenda's arms and down to her pussy.

"You're telling me! Ma, you're so sexy! I love it. And that bathing suit is great!"

She smiled as her hands flew up and down his shaft. "I wore a similar one for my Master Alan before and he loved it too. But this is the first time I've worn this one. So I'm excited to share it with you first."

Adrian was miffed at the mention of Alan's name, but with the way Brenda was stroking him, he was in no mood to get worked up about it.

Then Brenda winked. "But just between you and me, there's another reason I'm wearing it. I can take it off my tits so easily. All I have to do is go like this."

She reached up and flicked both straps, causing them to easily slide out to the outer sides of her mighty rack. "Actually, I wouldn't even have to do that much if it weren't for my long nipples, which are even harder than usual thinking about you and your wonderful cock. They hold it up like upside down push pins. If it wasn't for that, all I'd have to do is thrust out my chest and they'd fall away." Even though the straps were already off, she thrust out her chest to demonstrate just the same.

She sat back in her lawn chair and put the straps back over her breasts.

That momentarily distressed Adrian until she suggested, "Here, why don't you take these straps off?"

"Really? Can I?!"

"Sure! Aidy, just think of me as your sex toy."

"Sex toy? Ma, don't say that." But he loved the idea. With trembling hands, he removed the straps, then latched onto her bared breasts.

She giggled. "Oooh! Looks like someone here knows exactly what he likes!" Then she went back to double pumping his shaft.

Adrian was nearly delirious with joy as he looked down and saw his mother's hands sliding up and down, and up and down, all around his erection. But he still had enough sense to ask, "But what's the secret?"

"Oh, the secret is that I can put the straps back on quickly too. So if Anika comes nosing around, I'll just pop it back on and we'll play it cool, okay? With all the trees and shrubbery between us and the kitchen, we should be able to hear her coming before she can see us."

"So I should tuck my dick away as fast as I can?"

"Oh, God no!"

"Huh?"

Brenda's hands were still flying up and down his increasingly pre-cum soaked shaft. "I can't stand to be without your great cock! Not now, not ever! If she comes, we'll just pretend that I'm jacking you off."

"But that's what you ARE doing," Adrian pointed out.

"For now, yes, but I want to do MORE! So much more!"

Adrian's eyes bugged out. He was overwhelmed by the sexual vibe radiating from his mother, so his actions were tentative. But if she wanted more, he would give her more. He reached out and started fondling her watermelon-esque orbs, asking, "You mean like this?"

Brenda's loud groan told him he must be doing something right. He went for her nipples and twisted both of them at the same time. It was something he'd read about in erotic stories.

Brenda gasped and stiffened. "OH! God! Aidy! That's soooo good! More!"

That encouraged him to pinch harder in pulling his mother's nipples somewhat out from her breasts.

Brenda lost it. She spasmed and writhed in her chair. "AAAAAHHH!"she cried, as her hands tightened convulsively on Adrian's erection.

Brenda's big nipples were incredibly sensitive. Adrian was a tit-man while his mother was a tit-man's dream, and they were just discovering they were a match made in heaven. But what set her off even more than the physical pleasure was the fact that Adrian had touched her sexually without asking permission first.

Adrian was as happy as he'd ever been. Just touching his mother's breasts was a dream come true, but to be giving her such joy made him happier than he could have ever possibly imagined. He twisted her rapidly engorging nipples in opposite directions while pulling them out farther.

"Gaahhh! Don't stop, don't stop!" Brenda bounced in her chair, released Adrian's erection, and clenched the armrests. She couldn't keep stroking when her breasts were assaulted like that; in fact, she felt like she was on the brink of losing her sanity altogether.

Adrian thought, This is fun! My own sex toy. My MOMMA! He dropped to his knees on the concrete beside his mother's lounge chair, and leaned over her. He palmed her breasts with her nipples trapped between his index and forefingers, then he jiggled her melons from underneath while somewhat pinching the nipples.

This snapped Brenda's head back with her back and legs so arched that she touched the lounge chair only with her head, butt, feet and hands. She screamed like she was getting stabbed to death by a deranged killer.

Anika heard her upstairs and she pivoted towards a back window. Scheiße! That's why I can't find them on the video!

Brenda's eyes opened and she stared into Adrian's. My Aidy is turning into a man! He's controlling me through my tits! He's controlling me! She tried to say something but only a lust-soaked croak came out.

Adrian leaned closer to hear better just as his mother tried to lift her head to speak more clearly. As a result, their lips touched and they both jerked back as if flicked with an electric cattle prod. Adrian tried to push off her breasts with his hands, but Brenda's own hands closed on his head and pulled him in. Adrian settled back onto his knees, which pulled his head down to Brenda's breasts and she dragged his mouth over an inch long, steel-hard nipple.

"Aidy, do it, do it like you used to! Suck, my baby, suck!"

And suckle he did. His hands came up to knead one bouncy orb and unattended nipple while he licked and sucked the other. He quickly decided that as much fun as playing with her bounteous breasts was, playing and sucking on them at the same time was much, much better.

Brenda arched her back again, trying to shove her whole swollen breast into her son's mouth.

Brenda shuddered and her eyes rolled back. "Unnhh, don't stop, don't stop, do it, do it!"

Adrian was only too happy to obey. At first he used only his lips and fingers, then he pulled his head back a bit and licked in slow circles around her erect nipple with his tongue, using irregular flicks against the hard and long tip.

This drove Brenda wild, and her frantic commands quickly degenerated into incoherent cries. Her hips rocked up and down as if she was getting fucked and was trying to drive a dick deeper into her vagina.

A minute later Adrian switched his mouth to his mother's other nipple, which brought a quick shriek from her and some pain for him as she pulled on his hair. Then Adrian pinched, twisted, and pulled on Brenda's newly freed nipple while the thumb and forefinger of his other hand pinched underneath the areole of the other to better lift the nipple into his sucking lips.

Brenda's knees immediately came up as she frantically rubbed her thighs together, and her arms tightened convulsively around his head.

Adrian 's nose briefly disappeared in her overflowing tit flesh, then he tilted his head back so he could breathe. This brought his lower teeth into firmer contact with her nipple.

"Bite me! Bite me HARD!" Brenda screamed.

Adrian did bite her, though nearly not nearly as hard as she would have liked. He was afraid of hurting her.

Brenda loved it just the same. She went into convulsions, screaming, squirting, her legs whipping around a hip pivot while both arms clasped Adrian's mouth to her pulsating breast. Somehow her torso writhed to face him while pushing off the lounge chair and Adrian fell over sideways, towards her feet and dragging his mother down on him.

They lay there panting for a moment, then Brenda pulled her head up to devour his face, moaning, and with her tongue trying to massage his tonsils. "Aidy, Aidy, you did it! You made me cum so hard! Now I'm gonna get crazy with you. I love you so much!"

Anika heard this as she came out the back door, and hobbled faster towards them.

"Oh Momma!" He crushed her in a big hug. He didn't mind if that stopped all the sexual stimulation; he craved the love and affection even more. "I love you too, Ma!"

"I know you do, Son." She kissed him up and down his neck. But then she felt water dripping and realized he was crying. She pulled back and asked, "Why the tears?"

"They're tears of joy, Ma. I can't believe it. I thought I was cursed. But it's just so good!"

She was so touched that she nearly started crying too. Instead she tried to let out her feelings with physical intimacy. She grasped his erection again and resumed stroking.

"Wait, Ma. Please go slow. I just can't take how sexy you are. God, and those TITS! So BIG!" He suddenly clasped onto her big hooters and held on as if it was of life or death importance to fondle them.

Brenda laughed. "You words may lack eloquence and subtlety, but you more than make up for that with sheer gusto. It gets me so excited that I just can't stop!" Her hand was building up a good rhythm over his erection, and his dick was so wet from pre-cum that her pistoning made lewd slurping noises.

"Ma, I can't hold out! Too excited already! Gonna cum!"

She reluctantly brought her stroking to a near halt. As she watched him pant and struggle to control himself, she said, "I'll have to send one of the servants to buy a book on PC muscle exercises. Once you learn how to do that, you'll be amazed at what you can do. Then I'll be able to stroke and lick and suck you all day long!"

"D-d-d-did you say suck me?!"

"I did. Can you picture that? Can you imagine what it would look like to slide your wonderful pole between my lips? Would you like to see your big-titted mommy take the whole thing down her throat like some kind of sword swallower?"

She bent forward and started blowing air on the tip of his penis.

Adrian was nearly out of his mind, reeling from the intense pleasure. "Ma! ... Too hot! Uh! ... You... You..."

Brenda was pretty hot too, and seeing her son's stiffness just inches in front of her face was more than her negligible willpower could take. "'You...' What? You want me to suck you off? Is that what you mean?" She bent forward and stuck her tongue out.

"Brenda?! Vat do you tink you're doink?" It was Anika.

Caught red handed, Brenda jerked her head up.

Adrian and Brenda turned to look at Anika, standing just a few feet away in her usual maid attire.

Anika looked cross and her arms were fittingly crossed as well. She'd been secretly watching from a distance for several minutes. She didn't want to spoil their fun, but she considered it her duty to enforce Suzanne's order that Brenda restrict herself to just handjobs, so she stepped forward as soon as Brenda's mouth was about to envelop and swallow Adrian's penis head.

"I didn't hear you coming," Brenda said as she continued to stroke and fondle. She was determined to take full advantage of what she was allowed to do. But Adrian was so frightened by the interruption that he went flaccid, so she was soon forced to stop.

Adrian similarly had stopped cupping his mother's breasts when Anika arrived, but only for a few seconds. In spite of everything, he just couldn't let go. He didn't actively massage or fondle them with Anika watching, but just luxuriated in their feel.

Anika frowned. "You don't fool me, Brenda. I know vat you're tryink to do here und it von't verk!" She couldn't talk about the video cameras without cluing Adrian in, but she made her point clear that she knew Brenda was trying to escape surveillance and she wouldn't stand for it.

Brenda, though, pretended to be clueless. "It's good you came here, Anika, because I need some help. I was just reminded that Adrian needs a book on strengthening his PC muscle. If he learns how to do that, then he can endure my stroking for a long time. Wouldn't that be lovely? Can you pop off to the bookstore and buy him something like that right away? It's urgent."

Anika put her hands on her hips. "No, I von't. You're just tryink to get rid of me so you can do naughty tinks. Besides, it's Tanksgivink und all the stores are closed. ALL of them!"

"Oh. Damn. Well, don't you have laundry to do or something? ... Oh! I know! Can you look up the PC muscle on the Internet and print out what you find? Thanks. Remember that I'm your boss."

Anika growled; Brenda hadn't pulled the "I'm your boss" card for many years and it made her very upset. "You're not my boss!"

"What? Of course I am."

"Fine. Den I kvit!" She had no intention of quitting, but was making a point.

"You can't quit, Anika! I'd be totally lost without you!" Realizing how much she needed Anika, and how emotionally dependant on and attached to her she was, she said, "Okay, I see what you mean. I'm sorry for saying that you're just my employee; you're obviously much more than that. I got a little carried away there. But can you do this for me today? Pleeeeeasse? It's something that Aidy needs to get started in on today. And right away."

"Okay. I vill. But I von't be lonk! Und Suzanne is goink to hear about dis! So behave!" She hurried off.

As soon as she was out of sight, Brenda sighed with relief. "I thought she'd never leave. All I can think about is your COCK! Cock! Oh, God I want cock! More cock! YOUR cock! Cock, cock, cock!" She brought her other hand back to help stroke it. "I'm counting the minutes until this lovely thing is sliding in" - she was going to rave about being fucked, but showed some rare restraint - "er, I mean sliding down my throat! Tickle my tonsils with your spermies, Pooh Bear!"

After Adrian heard that, his penis shot back up to full size within seconds. But he asked, "Momma, you sound kind of, like, a little bit obsessed or something."

"Oh, I AM! I could hardly wait for you to wake up from your nap so I could hold and stroke your hot and wonderful cock. Don't you like it? I know you're enjoying my bazoombas. I love how you're holding them so firmly. My son's is TAKING CONTROL!" She giggled happily.

Brenda looked around conspiratorially. "Now that the Wicked Witch of the West is gone, where were we? Ah, yes. Blowjobs. Namely, the act of sticking your cock in my mouth. Let's do it!"

"But Anika just said we shouldn't do that," Adrian pointed out.

"Eh, what she doesn't know won't hurt her. By the time she can hobble back out here I'll have a tummy full of warm cum! What do you say?"

Brenda was technically facing the house, not him, but Adrian realized that she was too far gone in cock-lust to pay heed and check if Anika was coming back. So he craned his head around to see if she was coming. He didn't see any signs of her, and he realized that it was a good distance to the back of the house. Given everything that had happened, plus the way Brenda was stroking him at the moment, he figured he'd be lucky to last a minute before cumming.

He felt terribly guilty breaking the rules, but he turned back to Brenda and said, "Okay. Sounds good." With that decision made, he smiled and relaxed.

"Goody! You gave me such a fantastic orgasm. I'm gonna give you an even better one!"

But even as he watched Brenda bending over as her mouth opened up to take his penis head in, he heard the sound of rustling nearby. "Oh shit!" he cried, "that must be Anika!"

Brenda immediately tried to bolt up, and Adrian did too. She attempted to pull her V-suit back over her nipples, even as she realized they'd probably been caught red-handed again.

Anika rounded some trees and came close to them. She asked accusingly, "Just vat are you two doink?"

Brenda and Adrian were standing next to each other. Adrian's shorts were down around his ankles and Brenda was holding and stroking his erection. She waved at Anika and tried to fake a smile. "Nothing! Just enjoying a nice handjob, that's all."

Anika folded her arms again. "Don't try to fool me. I could tell you vere plannink naughty tinks, so I turned around und came right back out. I vas just behind dose trees over dere. I heard everytink. 'Vicked Vitch of the Vest'? I'll show you a vicked vitch!"

"No, really, I was just kidding around," Brenda lied, badly.

Adrian felt terrible for having given in, and then getting caught. He loved Anika like a close grandmother and always tried to be a good boy for her. He hung his head in shame.

"Dat's enuff! I can't verk on de Internet und run out here to check on you every five minutes. I'm no sprink chicken anymore. You two haf to come back into the house vere I can keep a closer look on you."

Brenda sounded just like a little kid that had been punished. "Awww... But it's so nice out here."

"Tuff luck! You're busted! If you like de outside, go up to Aidy's room und look out the vindow!"

Brenda was inclined to obey, but Anika could see that Brenda was so far gone that, by herself, she could no more stop Brenda than she could stop a runaway train. Within minutes of her leaving them alone, Brenda would doubtlessly be doing something "illegal" again. So she said, "So you vant me for to call Suzanne? You vant me to tell her vat a bad girl you've been? Ist dat vat you vant?"

Brenda blanched. She looked positively terrified. Then she frantically waved her arms about her. "No, no, please no! I'll be good, I promise!"

CHAPTER 8

So Adrian and Brenda tromped up the stairs like scolded children. But they were a good deal behind Anika, and as they walked, Brenda whispered, "Son, I love jacking you off, but I just can't wait until you fuck my tits! You deserve it! After all the horrible things that happened to you in school, it's the least I can do. That, and cocksucking! Would you like that?"

Adrian had never been asked so many no-brainer questions in one day. "Momma, it would be like... God... It would be... I can't even put it into words. YES!"

"Sssh! We'll find a way. Don't worry. Maybe not today, but soon. There's no way I can disobey Suzanne's wishes." She shivered nervously as she imagined Suzanne in dominatrix clothes repeatedly striking her bound and naked body with a bullwhip.

"Everything's Suzanne this and Suzanne that. Who's this Suzanne to keep deciding what you can and can't do?" Adrian was purposefully walking a little behind Brenda so he could watch her bare ass sway from side to side with every step she took, not to mention the way her breasts wobbled from side to side, peeking around her arms.

Brenda explained, "Oh. Mistress Suzanne, the one who came over the other day, she's very wise. She knows that the more physically involved you get with me, the more possessive about me you're likely to get too. We can't have that, since Momma's got another Master. So she wants to use the reward system: the more you honestly accept Alan's role in my life, the more fun you can have with me and my body. Make sense?" She turned back to look him in the eye and gauge his reaction.

Adrian replied in a disappointed voice, "I guess." However, he couldn't think - when Brenda turned to look, she started a jiggle storm on her chest.

Brenda remained perky so she turned back around and kept walking. "But don't worry, Momma's gonna make you cum buckets one way or another. And I do mean that literally! I have permission to cum with you as much as you want; we're only temporarily limited in how we do it."

Brenda knew that she was putting on a show for her son, so she made sure her ass cheeks undulated as much as possible, step by step. She muttered quietly to him, "You know what else I love about this suit? The straps are so tight on my crotch! It's like my big tits serve as weights and as they jiggle and bounce they pull the straps hard across my clit and pussy lips. It's like I'm getting masturbated by invisible hands as I walk! Can you see how wet and juicy I am?"

Adrian just nodded his head, forgetting that she couldn't see his face from where she stood.

She went on, "And it rubs my nipples too. Oh how it rubs 'em! I swear, this outfit feels so good that it should be illegal!"

Adrian whimpered and clutched his erection.

They finally made it upstairs and down the hall to the door of Adrian's bedroom. Adrian was so aroused he wanted to throw himself on his mother and tackle her to the floor.

Anika pointed at his room and said, "You two, in there. I'll be usink Brenda's computer in her room down the hall. Und NO monkey business! If you're naughty, Brenda, I'm really goink to call Suzanne. I may even haf to get her to come over here. Und just tink how angry she'll be about dat, especially on a Tanksgivink!"

That did put the fear of God into Brenda for a while. (She'd completely forgotten that Suzanne was already planning to come over to discuss Adrian's difficulties with bullies.) In Adrian's room, they just played with each other's bodies at first. Both of them were completely naked by now, so they found it difficult to keep their desires in check. Adrian wasn't allowed to touch Brenda's pussy, but then again he wasn't in that big a hurry to. In a very literal sense, he was happy to play with her tits all day long.

However, Adrian was still troubled by his mother's terrified reaction when Anika threatened to call Suzanne, and he asked her about it.

Brenda explained, "You have to understand. I not only have a Master, but I have four Mistresses. Since I'm the most submissive in the group, it makes sense that all the others get to dominate me. You may not understand, but it makes me very happy and aroused to be controlled by them. It's paradoxically liberating. The problem is, they're all so nice and loving. But luckily there's Suzanne. Out of the whole bunch, she's the one who most understands that I not only want, but I need a firm hand, and she knows just how to give it to me."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... Well, it's hard to explain. I know you're still getting used to my other life, so it's probably best if I don't say too much right now. But you know what Suzanne looks like. Imagine her dressed in a dominatrix outfit. I know you look at porn on the computer; everybody does. Can you picture that?"

"Um, yeah." Ironically, his vision of Suzanne was very similar to the way Glory envisioned her, except she was holding a large whip. He shuddered in fear to imagine such a whip hitting his mother or himself. However, he felt bad for imagining her naked and blurted out, "But she doesn't mean anything to me! I don't care how sexy she is; I only have eyes for you!"

"Aww. That's sweet. But doesn't it make you a little bit excited to imagine Mistress Suzanne spanking my ass and then fingering my pussy to make it all better?"

He shyly nodded.

She happily agreed. "Me too!"

Since they'd come back to Adrian's room, Brenda had been trying to play it cool by merely kissing and touching him everywhere except around his crotch. But thoughts of being punished by Suzanne pushed her over the edge. She grasped his erection and stroked it rhythmically. She said breathlessly, "This is why I'm a submissive - I get so HOT thinking about Mistress Suzanne spanking and whipping me! She doesn't mess around!"

"Did you say whipping?! Does she hurt you?" His vision of Suzanne holding a whip returned, except now she was striking it through the air.

"Well, not yet." Brenda almost added "unfortunately," since she got off on the idea of being whipped by her main mistress. "But she could! There's just no telling! Suzanne is all powerful! All knowing! Resistance is useless! She's not only gorgeous, she's so clever! And HOT! Did I mention she's hot?"

Brenda abruptly stopped her penis stroking and shook her fist in the air towards an imaginary Suzanne staring at her accusingly. "Damn you, Mistress Suzanne! Even now, you're making me too hot to control myself, forcing me to break your rules. And that just makes me hotter, knowing that you're going to punish me. It's a vicious cycle!"

However, while Suzanne wasn't directly staring at her, she was effectively doing so by proxy. Anika was monitoring them by video from the other room and was making sure that Brenda was obeying Suzanne's restrictions.

Brenda resumed jacking off her son. "Aidy, I'm bad. So bad! And bad mommies get punished. And fucked! Here, we can't lose complete control, but you have to fuck my tits at the very least! I insist!"

"Are you sure? What about this Suzanne? I don't want her to hurt you."

"Pooh Bear, please! Don't make me beg! My tits need you! And then a spanking. A good, hard spanking! And then the oral sex!" Brenda positioned Adrian for a titfuck again.

Anika got up and scurried out of her room. She was a very old woman, but she could still move pretty fast when she had to.

But she had some distance to cover and by the time she made it to Adrian's room, Adrian already had his erection in Brenda's cleavage. She was going to immediately put a stop to this prohibited activity, but what she saw gave her pause. Brenda had been constantly fidgety and nervous all day, but now, with Adrian's penis between her breasts, she finally seemed at ease and even at peace. Anika decided to simply observe a little longer to understand what was happening.

Brenda sighed with relief. "Aidy, this is so good, so right! I can feel all my tension draining away now that you have me where I belong."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

She started to massage and knead her massive breasts around his trapped erection, almost imperceptibly at first. "I mean that Momma needs cock! This is why I have tits like this; this is what I do. Big tits like mine need lots of fucking and loving, because the bigger they are, the more they need to feel a man's hands, fingers, lips, tongue, and most of all, his cock. I feel so content right now because I'm serving my purpose - I'm helping you to cum. With any luck, you're gonna spew your load all over my face!"

She was starting to effectively stroke his erection from both sides with more vigor now, as if she was trying to crush it with her breasts.

Adrian was too stunned to think about sliding in and out, but he didn't really need to since she was creating so much friction and pressure on his pre-cum soaked dick already.

"Do you like that, when your momma says nasty things? 'Cos she certainly means them! Your momma loves to titfuck, so you won't mind if we do this again sometime, will you? In fact, you know what would be nice? If I could titfuck you more often, without interruption, whenever I wanted to. Could you imagine what that would be like?"

Anika had been transfixed and getting more than a little excited herself. But she realized that the strange calm that came over Brenda was turning into unabashed wild lust again, and there was no telling what they would do next when she got like that.

"Okay, dat's enuff!" Anika finally burst in, ruining their fun. She pointed at Adrian's dick nestled in Brenda's cleavage. "Dat's verboten! Strictly verboten! I varned und varned und varned you: no funny business! But you don't listen. Dat's it. I'm goink to call Suzanne." She walked off in a dramatic huff.

Adrian was crushed, so much so that his penis was losing its hardness. He began to get up off Brenda's chest.

But Brenda asked, "Where are you going?"

"Didn't you just hear Anika? She said verboten, and you and I both know that means forbidden. We don't want to be in any more trouble with Suzanne than we already are when she gets here!"

Brenda gently but firmly pulled his arm, preventing him from getting up. "Aw, don't worry about that. She's not REALLY gonna call Mistress Suzanne. After all, it's Thanksgiving and I'm sure she's got a million and one preparations to take care of."

"I dunno... Anika sounded pretty serious..."

"Bless her heart, she thinks she's doing the right thing, but she just doesn't understand how good it feels! Besides, since we're in trouble already, why not do the crime if we're gonna pay the time?"

"I dunno, Ma. I don't know why Anika and this Suzanne are so strict about these things, but I can't go against Anika. She's like my nana; my grandma. And do you really want to get Suzanne even more angry? She sounds like one scary woman!"

Brenda replied with a voice both pouty and sultry. She didn't want to argue on the facts, but instead went for the pure sex appeal approach. "Awww... Pooh Bear. Don't be a meanie. Look where your dick is! It's resting right between my big tits. It's feeling a bit sad now, but don't you want to make it all happy? And hard? Stiff? Throbbing and HOT?"

As she was talking, she started to move her breasts back and forth, rubbing them together. Because his penis was flaccid there really wasn't much for her to rub against, but she was showing him exactly what kind of glories awaited.

"Well, yeah..." Adrian admitted. He'd masturbated many hundreds of times while dreaming of titfucking his mother. And just when it was starting to actually take place in real life, Anika had come in and ruined everything. Now the temptation to finish what they were starting was nearly irresistible. He knew stopping was the prudent thing to do, but in fact he was a goner.

Brenda could see he was wavering and tried to seal the deal by bringing up a totally unrelated point. "There you go, then! Besides, you need the practice."

She stated this so firmly that Adrian was puzzled and asked, "I do?"

"Of course you do." She was still rubbing her breasts together as Adrian's dick was once again steadily engorging, slowly rising up in her cleavage to meet the action. "You've come close to cumming a half-dozen times in the last little while."

"But-"

"I know, I know, lots of interruptions. But if that was Master Alan, those wouldn't have fazed him in the least. You do really need to learn the things he can do to increase your stamina."

Brenda noticed Adrian stiffening, but unfortunately not the one part of him she was trying to stiffen. She hastily went on, "That's what makes him such a superior lover and, if he learned to please a woman that way, then you can too! I want you to fuck me forever! I want you to be a master to me and a master fucker too, so that you'll be able to do everything that he can. Don't you want that?"

"Hell, yeah!"

"Good!"

Brenda puckered up her lips so as to blow gently on the sensitive head of Adrian's penis that was peeking out between her breasts towards her. The answering spasmodic lurch and throb that she felt as his shaft hardened even more under the teasing assault of her warmly ticklish breath thrilled her. A shining drop of pre-cum worked its way out of his pee hole and valiantly clung there, even as Adrian started to rock his hips again.

She directly addressed his penis squeezed between her boobs. "That means you have to work hard and learn how to last a long, long time. We'll both have so much fun! But we'll have to practice, and practice and practice. How do you like that idea?"

Adrian liked it a lot, and it showed in the way his erection quickly grew the rest of the way to full size. "Let's practice right now, Ma! I wanna practice all over your tits!" He started to thrust in and out of her cleavage even as her breasts continued their rubbing motion.

He watched with bug eyes as his dick repeatedly slid into the crack between his mother's breasts and then back out. Since her breasts were so giant-sized while his dick was merely average in length, it looked like he was being completely swallowed up by two firm pillows. "Oh, ma, ma, MA!"

"What? What Aidy?"

"It's happening, really happening! My dream! Its... Oh! ... God! Yes!"

"Hold on, my cutie. Slooooww down. I know your first titfuck must be really exciting; it's exciting for me too! But remember that this is practice to show your stamina too, so you can titfuck your momma a really long time every single day!"

Adrian was sweaty and nearly hyperventilating, he was so keyed up. His heart was pounding like a jackhammer. He came to a near halt in his thrusting and simply struggled to breathe. He would have simply lost all control without much of a fight except he didn't want to fare badly compared to Alan. Even though he didn't know Alan at all, he was determined to be Brenda's best lover, no matter what it took.

He didn't know what he was doing, but he struggled with all his might not to cum just the same, and just barely managed to hang on. However, he'd come too close too many times already and his mother simply looked, smelled, and felt far too good. His lust was like a raging river, sweeping away everything in its path.

They rested a minute or two, but Brenda realized that to force him to delay his climax any further would just be cruel. He was trying his best and that was the important thing. So she slowly ramped up their sexual play. A couple of minutes later, Adrian was wildly trusting in and out of her rack as he bounced up and down on her stomach. The sweat was flying off his face. He looked and felt like a wild man.

Brenda was frigging herself too, hoping to time it so she could get off at the same time. She shouted, "Cum! Now! Cum, Aidy! It's time!"

Adrian held out just a little longer, but completely surrendered to the euphoric sensations when he heard Brenda squeal, "I'm cumming!" He felt his balls tighten as he watched her body tremble with climactic bliss.

Gasping and breathless, with one final effort Brenda managed to say, "Spray me with your sperm! Paint me with your seed!" Then she stopped holding her breasts together by squeezing her upper arms. In fact her entire body briefly went limp as an intensely powerful orgasm hit her hard, then she started shaking like she was in the throes of an epileptic fit.

Adrian's erection suddenly came free from its trap, but even though he was delirious with lust, he had enough sense to guide the direction of his cum as it shot out of him with the force of a cannonball. He was beyond ecstatic to watch it land on his mother - there was no way he was going to miss out on the chance to "paint" her.

Not too surprisingly, he chose to cum on her chest. He let most of his ropes splat there, but for good measure he aimed a couple of ropes at her face too.

Brenda laid back and moaned, "Good Lord, but that was the greatest! Look at me! I'm doused with cum. Positively doused, I tell you! So much! Do you like cumming all over your mother?"

Again, Adrian was left figuratively speechless by another no-brainer question, but he was also left literally speechless from simply struggling to breathe. He eventually managed to croak between pants, "Yes, Ma! Hell, yes! A thousand times yes!"

She laughed. "You cutie. You're gonna be a real good mommy-fucker, I can tell! But I think we need to practice our titfucking a lot more, don't you?"

He nodded with emphatic agreement.

"Me too. Maybe even tonight?"

He nodded like he was trying to shake his head clean off his body.

Brenda giggled at his excitement. "Awww. Pooh Bear, come to Momma. We're gonna be so happy together."

He dropped down with exhaustion and now used her breasts as pillows. In so doing, he was resting his face and hair on his own cum, but he was so floored by what had happened that he didn't really care.

But they hadn't been resting long, perhaps a minute or two, when Anika came rushing down the hall and burst into their room. "She's here!"

"Who's here?" Brenda asked, only a little alarmed.

"Suzanne! I called her ven I caught you startink vis de titty fuck."

It took Brenda a second or two before the proverbial ton of bricks fell on her. "You DID?!"

"I told you I vould! You veren't listenink to me; I thought at least maybe you'll listen to her. You gave her a key und so she just let herself in. Didn't you hear her calling out just now? She's comink up de stairs already!"

Brenda stood up and looked down at her naked and cum-covered body in horror. "Oh no! What do we do? Where's my clothes? Quick, Aidy! Hide! Hide! Hide!"

Adrian scrambled to find a hiding place. He could hear the authoritative click-click sound of high heels as Suzanne drew nearer. After seeing Brenda's terrified reaction to the mere mention of Suzanne's name, he was more scared now than if the meanest bully was coming to beat him up.

Anika stood in the doorway, attempting to considerately buy a few extra seconds for Brenda and Adrian, but she fell back as Suzanne effortlessly swept into the room like a force of nature.

Suzanne haughtily stepped through the door and turned her angry gaze on Brenda, who was still just standing there naked but for her son's cum on her face and chest. Brenda was in such a panic that she didn't know what to do or where to go.

Suzanne wore sunglasses for their psychological effect even though she was indoors. She glared at Brenda levelly before saying calmly, evenly, and commandingly, "Slave, you're in a world of trouble!"

CHAPTER 9

Back at the beach, once Alan and Glory got back to their things, Glory asked, "So, my adorable young man, what should we do now? I was thinking I could do a little more surfing, but that's not all we have time for. I figure we still have an hour left before it gets too cold and windy to run around naked."

"Speaking of which," Alan said, "we're both overdressed for a nude beach, wouldn't you say?"

"I would." She started to take her clothes off. "And there's a randy fellow around here somewhere that's overly neglected recently, don't you think?"

Alan laughed as he whipped his shorts off and tossed them onto his towel. "Perhaps. Which one are you talking about? Maybe that one over..." - he looked around to see if there were any other men in sight. But something caught his eye.

Glory prodded, "Over...?" She looked at him, wondering why he'd paused in mid-sentence and saw that he was staring intently off into the distance. Her eyes followed his.

Instead of seeing any "penises" to joke about, Alan noticed someone walking closer - definitely a female, and an exceptionally curvy female at that. She seemed to be coming right for them. She was making her way over the hot and difficult to traverse soft sand instead of walking on the hard and wet sand at the edge of the water like most people would. But the sun was sinking in the west and the figure was mostly covered in shadow, so Alan could see little more than a silhouette from his angle.

However, there was something about that silhouette that was strangely familiar. Alan had a feeling that this person wasn't a stranger after all. To add to the mystery, the woman seemed to have frozen in her tracks and was staring back towards him.

And then it hit him. Upon closer inspection, there was enough light for Alan to see the woman had long blonde hair, was wearing a bikini, and had two triangular shapes of curly hair hanging down her front. The bikini threw him off at first, but he finally muttered, "Oh shit! It can't be!"

"What?!" Glory asked. She was staring at the figure too, but couldn't figure out who it was.

"Christine! Christine Anderssen, from school!"

"No!" Glory gasped.

"Yes! It has to be!"

"NO!" Realizing that she was naked, Glory flopped down to the ground and tried her best to cover up.

That reminded Alan that he was standing buck naked as well. He also fell down and covered up his crotch.

The figure realized that she had been recognized and one could see from her body language that she was struggling with what to do. She stepped back, then forwards, then back again. Finally, she resumed walking in their direction.

"Fuuucck!" Alan hissed at Glory. "It IS Christine, and she's coming right at us!"

Glory scrambled for her clothes. "What the hell is she doing here?!"

"Damned if I know! But don't bother with your clothes."

Glory already had her bikini top in hand, but stopped. "What? Why not?"

Knowing that Christine was still too far away to hear them, Alan said, "Obviously she's seen that we're both in our birthday suits. I was standing there with my wang half-hard and flapping in the wind, for crying out loud. And she doesn't appear to have a camera... I know that she's kind of phobic about nudity. Maybe if we stay like this it'll scare her off sooner rather than later."

Glory asked, "Are you sure that's wise?" She disagreed strongly with his idea and picked up a small extra towel she'd brought in a bag and held it over her chest, strategically covering her nipples and crotch.

A new thought suddenly came to Glory and she hissed, "We could be in big trouble - my career is at stake! Admit nothing and follow my lead!"

Christine was closing in on them quickly now, and Alan was unable to say anything more than a quiet "okay" without worrying that she might overhear. However, his sense of modesty, not to mention embarrassment, got to him. He was sitting on a towel nearly as tall as he was, but he also had a smaller towel for drying off that was about two feet long and one foot wide. He grabbed that and placed it over his lap.

Unfortunately for Alan's modesty, once Christine got nearer, her whole body suddenly became more visible. And the sight of Christine wearing nothing but a bikini walking towards him got Alan very erect in a hurry. Admittedly, Christine didn't sashay like the walking orgasm that Suzanne was when she walked, and in fact she didn't put any extra oomph into her walk at all. But just seeing her in a bright red bikini was almost more than Alan's overtaxed penis could take.

Glory muttered very quietly as she stared at Christine, "Jesus H, Christ! You see what I'm saying about how I can't compete? Don't tell me you're banging her too!"

Alan whispered back, "No, I'm not. Really! We've kissed a couple of times but that's about it."

Glory was going to ask what kind of kisses, but before she could, Christine got too close.

Christine waved and yelled out, "Alan! Ms. Rhymer! Hi! It's me." The entire way to the beach, Christine had been mulling over the idea of Alan and Glory being romantically involved and she'd worked herself up about it. She found it a chore to smile and act friendly.

Alan and Glory also waved back with a marked lack of enthusiasm. Glory gave a "queen's wave" - the kind where you're almost not sure the hand moved.

And then, mere moments later, she was right there, standing less than ten feet from the two of them. But her bikini was so tight that when she thrust her chest forward to preen a little, her fabric rode up her underside of her right breast, forcing her to cover up and tug the fabric back down.

She was frustrated that her big moment was seemingly ruined by a "wardrobe malfunction", but in fact it only excited Alan all the more. Her bikini top was so tight that he was hopeful that at any moment it would fly off altogether.

She quickly got her top back into position and then asked, "Well, this is awkward. What are you two doing here?"

Dodging the question, Glory said diplomatically, "Have a seat, Christine."

Christine replied as she sat down next to Alan on his towel, "Good to see you, Ms. Rhymer. And you, Alan." She was all smiles, but she added to herself, THEY'RE PETRIFIED! This is a complete disaster! Why did I come here? Alan's gonna hate me!

Glory forced a frozen smile too, on the outside. "And same to you, Christine. What a surprise seeing you." She shot Christine's question right back at her, asking, "What brings you here?"

Alan sitting there essentially naked with his teacher was an undeniable fact, and Christine would have to be a fool not to conclude that they were intimate. Christine was no fool. She also wasn't foolish when it came to seeing how upset Alan and Glory were by her presence, and why. She was sure that if they thought she would try to blackmail Glory over this, Alan would never speak to her again. She had to set that right immediately.

Christine said, "I'm really sorry for barging in on you like this. Please, I want to assure both of you from the bottom of my heart that your secret is safe with me. Obviously, if word got out you'd know exactly who told, so it would be foolish for me to tell anyone." She looked Alan right in the eye. "But aside from that, I won't tell anyone because it would be wrong. It's none of my business, and I shouldn't even be here. Besides that, Alan, I highly value our friendship. And you've warned me that it's fun to share gossip but doing so can hurt people in real life. Ms. Rhymer, really, and Alan, I mean it: what you do in your free time is none of my business. I won't tell a soul. I'm sorry for obviously distressing both of you."

Glory let out a huge sigh of relief. She thought, If there's one person in school I can trust to keep this secret, it's Christine. I never thought I'd be so grateful that she's such a "holier than thou" goody goody. But still, now she's got this big sword hanging over my neck. I can't afford to piss her off, that's for sure. I want so badly to drop a huge hint or two that she should take a hike, but I'd better keep my mouth shut as much as possible while I sort this out.

Glory said as she clutched her towel tightly, "Seeing how you've caught me naked, I think you can call me Glory."

"Okay... Glory." The word came strangely to her tongue because Glory had always just been her teacher, Ms. Rhymer. She tugged on her bikini top again as it kept cutting into rather sensitive areas of skin and needed constant readjustment. She consoled herself that at least her bikini bottoms fit reasonably well.

Alan thought denying that he and Glory were having an affair was obviously futile but went along with Glory's request not to admit anything, and moved the conversation away from the touchy subject. "I'm dying to hear about how you found us here. There's no way this can be pure coincidence, can it? I mean, come on, you'd be just about the last person I'd expect to find on a nude beach, especially since most of the beach is non-nude except for this little section near the end."

Christine thought back to how she'd gotten here. The truth was, when Christine saw Glory sitting in her car in front of Alan's house and decided to follow them, she could guess from the surfboard on the roof of the car that they were going to a beach, but had no idea they were going to a nude beach. And there were no signs at all. It was only when she was walking down the beach and started to see nude people that she began to figure it out. Even then, not everyone she saw was nude (perhaps four out of five were) and she thought there just might be a few rogue nudists at the most isolated end of the remote beach. It was only when she got to the end of the beach and saw Alan and Glory nude that she fully realized what she'd gotten herself into.

And unfortunately for her, that pretty much ruined her "I just happened to be passing by" excuse that she was planning on using. However, she couldn't tell the truth even though she was a stickler for honesty because the truth was so embarrassing that she couldn't even admit it to herself. The reality was, the main reason she'd come was that she was burning with curiosity and jealousy. She had to see with her own eyes what her love interest was doing on the beach with his, and her, teacher from school.

Her sharp-witted mind went through a series of possible excuses and discarded each one. She knew they wouldn't fly. Finally, she settled on an exaggerated version of the truth as she saw it. The reason she'd given herself for seeing Alan was to talk about the football players threat. It seemed extreme to come all the way to the beach just to the talk about that, so she hyped up the danger.

"Alan, the reason I came here is because I had to talk to you right away. It can't wait until tomorrow or even tonight. It's about the football players. I went to your house to talk to you about it, and I saw Glory parked in the car in front. I don't know why, but I kind of froze up. I thought you might think I was going overboard with worries, so I foolishly decided to follow you two and make it look like I just happened to bump into you in a public place."

"So you tailed us the whole way here?!" Alan asked incredulously.

Christine dropped her head shamefully. "Yes. I know, I was a dope. I figured you two were going to the beach because of the surfboard and that's a good place to wander into strangers. But I didn't know you were going to such a far away beach, much less the nude section of one! I followed you all the way to the parking lot and then realized I'd look like an idiot dressed in regular clothes with no towel or sun block or anything. So I turned around and drove all the way home, got some stuff and drove all the way back. Talk about idiotic, huh? And I did all that just to make it seem like I was casually running into you, and then when I did I realized my whole story wasn't gonna fly. I should have just rung the doorbell at your house and saved myself more than an hour of driving!" She slapped herself on the forehead, which was a very unusual thing for her to do.

Alan and Glory laughed a bit at that, somewhat nervously. Both of them sensed that there had to be more of a reason for Christine's behavior. What she'd done was extremely out of character.

Glory thought, I know what's going on here. There's only one thing that could make an extremely sharp girl like Christine turn into a blithering idiot: she's in love! Damn. Or at the very least, she's in lust. She's probably extremely jealous of Alan being with me and just HAD to know what we were up to. Alan mentioned something about kissing her, and with Alan being Alan lately, it's a slam dunk that she's head over heels. Plus, I can recognize a fellow gossip addict when I see one. She lets her curiosity get the best of her, just like I do. I just hope Alan can see through her transparent excuses. This girl is dangerous! It's not that I doubt Alan's love for me, not after everything that's happened today, but I am NOT charitable about sharing when there's only one of him to go around. Hands off, girl!

Alan said, "Wow, that sounds pretty extreme. But as long as you're here, what's this about the football players?"

So far, everything Christine had said was more or less true, given that she didn't understand her own real motivations. But now she blatantly lied. "I have some new information. It's vague, and I can't reveal the source, but there's a strong chance that the football players are going to launch some kind of attack against you during the football game tomorrow."

The truth was, Christine really was concerned about the possibility of that happening. But all she had to go on was gut instinct. She thought that if she told a white lie, putting a little fear into Alan and making sure that he took some reasonable precautions could only be a good thing, while it also helped her explain why she had to speak to him right away.

Alan looked thoughtful. "Hmm, that sounds serious." But in fact, Alan wasn't that worried. He figured that the football players would have their hands full getting ready for the game and then playing it. Just because the game put them and the cheerleaders, including Amy and Katherine, into close proximity, was no cause for immediate alarm. There were simply too many people around.

This latest news though gave Alan a new reason for concern, but he decided he'd worry about that later. Right now, he was more interested in staring at Christine's nearly naked body. He'd seen bits of her naked, most especially her deep cleavage on their last couple of dates, but to see her in an actual bikini was almost beyond his wildest hopes. And not only that, but the bikini barely fit her, especially on top. Tit flesh was spilling over everywhere. It looked like her bikini was two sizes too small for her, and that's because it was.

Alan thought about it. I can't believe Christine even owns a bikini. Heck, I can barely picture her going to the beach in a one-piece! Now that I think about it, I've never even heard of anyone seeing her in any kind of bathing suit. She probably avoids those situations because she doesn't like people staring and drooling over her bodacious body more than they already do. Since it's Thanksgiving, it's not like she could have rushed out and bought one, and even if she did, she'd buy one that fits. No, that must be her mom's. I know her mother is pretty stacked, but she doesn't have Christine's huge E-cups. So why would Christine go to all this length to see me on the beach, and do it in her mother's bikini of all things?

But Alan's mental gears were moving slowly because he was so engrossed in looking at Christine. Between Christine watching where his eyes went and Glory watching him like an eagle ready to dive, he knew he had to be very careful. But his brief glances down from Christine's face were like little slices of heaven.

Long moments passed since Alan had said "Hmm, that sounds serious." Christine finally decided that he wasn't going to say anything more, and replied, "It is. But before we get into that, can I ask how you two wound up here? Or is that getting too personal?"

Alan turned to Glory to let her know that she should field that one. Since it was Glory's job on the line he didn't want to say something that he shouldn't.

Glory growled, "It is."

Alan gave her a look that said, "Please behave."

So Glory said testily, "Well, there's no big story here. It doesn't take a rocket scientist given the rumors you've probably heard."

"I've... heard some things, yes."

"And you probably heard that I surf. I finally managed to drag Alan to the beach - I'd been dropping hints for some weeks now. As to why a nude beach, well, the idea was to combine good surfing with a remote locale so we wouldn't be bothered by nosy people who might recognize us."

If looks could kill, the look Glory gave Christine right then would have finished her off.

But Christine was no shrinking violet and her glare back was just as deadly.

Alan had to stifle a laugh. He found the thinly veiled animosity between the two women to be both flattering and slightly amusing. But at the same time he realized he shouldn't laugh because the situation was fraught with danger. He didn't want Glory and Christine to turn into enemies.

Christine blushed and looked down for a moment, then stared Glory in the eye. "I know, I'm sorry. I do have a reputation for being nosy, but I'm trying to be better. I've started to realize that gossip isn't just a game; it involves real lives and real reputations. I have a moral code that I live by and remaining true to that is extremely important to me. If I tell anyone about you two being here today, I'll not only betray both of you, but I'll betray myself. I try to be a good and moral person to help people, not hurt them. I'd have to be an awful, spiteful, selfish and evil person to say a single word."

A half-smile crossed Glory's face. "Yes, we both know someone like that, don't we?"

Christine was confused until she realized Glory was talking about Heather. She smirked and nodded while tugging her far too tight bikini top back into place yet again.

Glory nodded back, relaxed, smiled more broadly and continued in a normal voice, "It's pointless to deny what we all know. Yes, Alan and I are an item. And this kind of beach is a place for adventurous and loving couples. And don't worry, I'm not blind - I know Alan has other lovers. I'm sure you know about those rumors too, the things Amy has said about sharing, and they're pretty much all true. I know I can't have all of him, but I figure it's better to have a piece of him than none of him at all."

Christine's whole body jerked in surprise as she sat up. Glory knows she's sharing Alan?! And she's okay with that? What am I thinking? Of course she knows: not only does Amy tell every person she meets that Alan is her "official boyfriend" but she's blabbed all over the school about him having other lovers too. Wow, what kind of amazing guy could have even his teacher okay with, let alone even taking part in such an arrangement? He must be the best lover on the planet! I've just gotta have him!

Glory suspected what Christine was thinking but she finished her statement, "So now you know everything, but I'm sure it's nothing a sharp girl like you couldn't put together anyway, after seeing us like this, plus lunchtime on Wednesday."

CHAPTER 10

Christine nodded, lost in thought. Her feelings were very confused. She was still trying to convince herself that she was okay with just remaining platonic with Alan, but seeing him with Glory set her heart aflame. Not only did it stir her competitive instincts, but she could picture herself and Alan at the beach alone and wanted that very badly. However, she was having trouble fully acknowledging her real desires, partly because she didn't know if she should act on them, and if she did, what she should do exactly.

She'd been trying to avoid looking at their nudity by resolutely staring in Alan's eyes and nowhere else. But she'd turned to look at Glory speaking, and then when Glory said "after seeing us like this," she couldn't help briefly looking down at their naked bodies.

Glory was deliberately sitting in such a way that her legs were covering her pussy, just to be on the safe side in case the towel she was holding felt out of place. Her hips were turned some to achieve this, leaving a side view of almost all of one ass cheek exposed. And the way she held the towel over her chest was extremely precarious. Just a couple of inches' movement to the right or the left would expose one or both nipples.

Christine realized that, cleverly, Glory was simultaneously being modest by covering up somewhat and also striking a sexy pose to keep Alan's attention. She quite possibly looked even more alluring holding up the towel than if she was completely naked. It made one want to look to see if and when the towel would fall out of place. Even a good gust of wind could lead to interesting exposures.

Her eyes didn't linger on Glory for long though, partly out of embarrassment, and partly because she had no sexual interest in other women, but mainly because her eyes went straight to Alan's crotch. True, there was a strategically placed towel covering up the entire area, but Alan made no attempt to hide the rather ominous bulge there that could only be his erection. His towel poked up just like a mini-teepee.

Christine was hopelessly fascinated by the sight. She'd never seen a real live penis since childhood, unless one counted the far off view she'd had of Alan's a few minutes earlier. She wished with all her might for some kind of accident to occur that would cause the towel to slide off. But seeing as that wasn't likely to happen anytime soon, she also made sure to check out his bare chest and legs. Alan was no muscular Adonis, but his body was filling out quite nicely. Her nipples were already hard even before she sat down and she could feel her excitement level slowly growing. She silently cursed the fact that Glory was there too, putting a damper on all her seduction plans.

Finally, Christine's eyes finished the grand tour and made their way back to Glory's face. Her competitive instincts flared at seeing Glory's look of charitably amused tolerance. She said, "Let me just repeat that I'm not going to tell anything to anyone. You're right that there are rumors about you two floating around already - lots of rumors. So even if I did say something without any proof, all it would do is throw one more wild rumor out there. Ms. Rhymer, I think you're a great teacher and to do something that might get you fired, well, I just wouldn't do that. Even though I think such a relationship between student and teacher is just plain wrong."

Glory turned red. "Excuse me?"

"Like I said, what you do is your business. But Glory, I know you're a good and moral person. I hope you'll realize that you shouldn't abuse your position as teacher and take advantage of a student. It's not too late to come to your senses. Sorry if I offend, but I have to speak my mind."

Glory got huffy. "Oh you do, do you? Well let me tell you something! Alan is a full legal adult, and what we do-"

Alan interrupted. "Glory, let it slide please. I don't think anyone is going to change anyone else's mind today." He realized that he would have to be very mindful to prevent the two women from going at each other's throats. Their animosity was a real problem but it also got him even more aroused than he already was to see how much both of them wanted him.

Glory let out a loud, "Harrumph!" But actually she was thankful for the interruption because she didn't have much of a case to justify her illegal relationship. She was with Alan for emotional reasons, not logical ones.

Alan realized it would be wise to change the topic, and quickly, so he said, "Besides, we've got more important things to talk about. Christine, since you've come all this way just to talk about it, let's hear some more about this threat. And was it really necessary to flag me down like this? Couldn't it wait for tonight?"

Christine said, a bit bashfully, "The thing is, you can be hard to reach. You don't even have your own cell phone, for one thing. And I've got a big Thanksgiving dinner and family commitments coming up. I could get free later in the evening, but what if you're not around? We'd be screwed! And you need time to talk to Amy and Katherine as well since it concerns them too. They could be targets!"

"Okay, fine. Never mind about that. I know how you think and I know you've got a plan. I'd like to hear it. And Glory, I'm hoping you can help too. Are you coming to the game?"

Glory hadn't been planning on it, but she said, "I could, if you need me. What can I do? I'm not a martial arts expert, like some people." The way she said that to Christine, it was like she said, "I'm not a drug dealer, like SOME people," even though there was nothing wrong with knowing martial arts. But Glory wasn't thinking rationally.

However, she immediately regretted her words. What the hell?! That doesn't even make sense! Strategy is astray here. I need to THINK. For one thing, my parents raised me to be a proper young lady and it's beneath me to act catty. For another Christine holds my job, hell my whole future, in her hands. I can't afford to make her my enemy. But most importantly, Alan loves me! Today's been just about the greatest day of my life! I'm not going to let Christine ruin it. I have to put faith in my love that he's not going to be distracted like some puppy chasing mindlessly after some shiny new rubber ball.

She stole another jealous glance at Christine's overflowing bustline. Better make that two shiny new rubber balls.

Keeping these thoughts to herself, she said, "Sorry, Christine, I don't know what I meant by that. It's just that... your being here has got me frazzled. We went all this way to make sure no one we knew would see us..."

Christine's hard face softened. "I understand. But if anyone should be apologizing, it should be me. I foolishly came here and stepped right in the middle of your private time. I wish there was some way I could convince you that your secret is completely safe with me, and make up for hurting you. And as if that wasn't bad enough, I can't seem to stop myself from casting moral judgments on everyone when I should just learn to live and let live. Ms. Rhymer, I mean Glory, you're my favorite teacher. I wish I could be your friend and not your enemy."

Alan had been trying to figure out how to head off any conflict between the two women and was very glad about this turn of events. He said, "Look, we all can and should be friends. And we can start by working together to defeat these thugs. May I make a suggestion?"

The other two nodded.

He said carefully and diplomatically, "Obviously, we only have one martial arts expert here. But Glory, you also have something special to bring to the table. Your status as teacher is like kryptonite for trouble. These thugs sound pretty reckless, but I don't think even they would dare try anything illegal with a teacher right there. The problem is, we have three targets: me, my sister, and my gi-, er, Amy."

Christine was much like Glory in that she was both intellectual and passionate. She'd been letting her passions run away with her, but since Glory had offered an olive branch, she managed to bring her own jealousy under control, at least for the moment. She had some cutting things she could have said, but instead she just diplomatically nodded.

The three of them discussed various strategic options for several minutes. But before long it became clear that the discussion was turning into a polite yet clear dispute between Glory and Christine. In short, Christine thought she was the one who should be closely guarding Alan during the game while Glory thought that she was the one who should be closely guarding him.

Alan could see where this was going and tried to diffuse the tensions. "Both of you make good points. But doesn't Sun Tzu's 'Art of War' say something about how surprise is the most important thing in battle?"

Christine knew "The Art of War" like the back of her hand and corrected him, "Sun Tzu says a number of things to that effect. For instance, 'All warfare is based on deception.' Or maybe you're referring to the quote, 'He will win who, prepared himself, waits to take the enemy unprepared.' Or it could be-"

Alan cut her off. "I get the general gist. Surprise is key. So my point is, you and Glory should switch roles several times. With our tactics shifting, they won't know what to prepare for."

Christine frowned, as she usually did when thinking intently, but then satisfaction suddenly brought out a subtle smile. She appreciated that it not only made sense strategically, but it also was a diplomatic solution that both she and Glory could live with. "You know, you big lug, you're not just a cute face."

Glory couldn't help laughing, despite her animosity. "I keep telling him that. I'm glad to see someone agrees with me."

Everyone laughed, which helped improve the mood.

Christine said, "And speaking of tactics, this is the ideal time for them to strike. Why? Because they know with a near certainty that Amy and Katherine are going to be there. Heather kept the cheerleading squad so unusually small this year, with just five and one alternate for any game, that it would be a disaster for both of them not to show up. And with both showing up, that virtually guarantees that you'll have to show up to protect them. I dare say the previous close call with Amy was a strategic move, a feint, to help ensure you'll be there."

"But they'll all be playing football!" Alan pointed out. "That'll keep them busy before, during, and after the game. So yeah, I'm not going to leave Amy and Kat alone, but I haven't been worrying too much about it either."

"A-ha!" Christine said triumphantly. "You see? It's the perfect situation for them to make their move! They all have an alibi. And you've got your guard down. Conditions couldn't be better for them. These guys come from rich families - they could easily hire some low-lifes to do something drastic. Or what about that Rock guy? He's been kicked out of school altogether, but he's still one of their gang. What's to stop him from leading some plot against you or your friends at any time during the game?"

"Shit!" Alan complained. "Now you've got me seriously worried. And with this new tip you've found out, I'm REALLY worried. What do you think, Glory?"

Glory had been on the verge of making a snippy comment about Christine being an "armchair general," but she kept it to herself and said in a neutral tone. "I suppose it makes sense. And it's only prudent to be careful." She thought, And speaking of being prudent, I need to watch myself! Alan loves ME, not Christine. She can have boobs the size of small planets for all I care, but there's nothing she can do to take away his love for me! This too shall pass; I just need to be patient.

Alan, sensing some common ground between them on this issue, decided to seize on the opening and expand it. "I'm glad we're in agreement on that. Another thing I think we can all agree on is that Heather is a wild card in all this and there's no telling what she'll do. We should watch out for that."

The eyes of both Christine and Glory went wide, after which they practically fell all over each other in their eagerness to second that thought.

"You're telling me!" Glory said emphatically. "I know I'm a teacher and I shouldn't speak ill of my students, but just between you, me, and the birds, she's a class A bitch. Don't trust her further than you can throw her!"

Christine nodded her head enthusiastically. "You said it! I can't agree more! She's not just a bitch, Ms. Rhymer, she's pure evil! As a teacher, you may not be aware of some of the things she's done, but let me tell you..."

The two of them were off sharing stories and gossip, each one happy to outdo each other with tales of just how untrustworthy and bitchy Heather could be.

Such talk did next to nothing to help prepare a strategy for the football game, but Alan encouraged the conversation because as long as they were grousing about Heather together, they weren't brooding about each other's presence. They were easily the two biggest gossip-mongers he knew, so once they started they were practically unstoppable.

Not only that, but the two of them got so passionate talking about Heather that they almost completely forgot Alan was there. That gave him a golden opportunity to freely ogle Christine's magnificent body. With the two of them looking elsewhere, he dipped into his backpack and put on his sunglasses. Then he rearranged himself (and his towel), while sitting up against a rock so he could look at Christine from a position where Glory couldn't see his eyes, only the glasses.

CHAPTER 11

That settled, Alan sat back and luxuriated in the vision before him. Dang! Christine is FIIIIINE! I don't see a single blemish or imperfection anywhere. This must be what it would have been like to see Mom or Aunt Suzy, I mean Mother, when they were eighteen. Except Christine is possibly even more stacked up top! She's definitely an E-cup now - I must say I've become a bit of an expert lately in sizing up big racks - and she could grow even bigger! Heck, if she got pregnant, there's no telling - she could end up giving Brenda a run for her money in the tit size department! Oh man! There's a thought. I can just picture Christine with a big belly. I hear pregnant women can get real horny. Or better yet, our baby suckling on one breast and me suckling on the other! Heh heh!

He looked over at Christine and Glory. Look at them go. Those two are jabbering away happily now - I guess their hatred of Heather knows no bounds. But what if I wasn't running interference to prevent them from turning on each other? What would happen then?

Alan started to drift into fantasy while continuing to look between Glory's and Christine's nearly naked bodies. In his new position he had a side view of Christine instead of a completely frontal one, and from the side she looked even more naked because the top fabric was so stretched. He could see nearly all of her incredible tits and much of a muscular ass cheek.

Glory meanwhile, seemed to be an expert at keeping her private parts technically covered from where Christine was sitting while exposing herself from where Alan was sitting. She mainly did this by frequently repositioning herself as if she was uncomfortable. And each time she did, she would draw attention to her nearly naked ass that only Alan was at the right angle to see. She also sometimes "accidentally" let the towel slip down her breasts, but only when she saw that Alan was looking her way and Christine was not. She was doing everything she could within reason to keep Alan's attention.

Alan mentally rewound the conversation to when Glory said, "Well, let me tell you something! Alan is a full legal adult, and what we do-" But now, in his mind, he let Glory finish her thought.

She said, "Alan is a full legal adult, and what we do on our own is our own business! So keep your nose out of it!"

Christine replied, "Well, it's my business, damn you, because I love him and I'm not going to stand by and watch him waste his time with you!"

Glory came back with, "Oh you're not, are you? Well, let me tell you something, kiddo: you don't even know what the word love means. Alan loves ME!"

In his fantasy, the two of them were nearly completely ignoring him as their argument with each other grew more heated. "Love? Ha! That's a laugh. Alan ADMIRES you and he's confusing his feelings. Have you ever heard of something called 'Alan-worthy'? Well I have, and let me tell you, to even get in the door you need to have a D-cup chest. And that's bare minimum. What have you got? B-cups, at best!"

Glory thrust her bare chest forward. "I'll have you know, young lady, these are C-cups and Alan loves them just fine, don't you my lover?"

Christine snorted loudly. "C-cups? Bah! That's nothing. Just look at these babies! Read 'em and weep!" She pulled her top down, letting her breasts spring free.

"Oh yeah? Well Alan's not so shallow that he goes for a girl like you who's nothing more than a pair of overinflated balloons!"

"Overinflated balloons?! Bitch! He loves ME!"

"Bitch, who are you calling bitch?! You're the bitch, you shameless slut! Alan, tell her. Tell her who you really love."

"He loves ME! He even asked me out before anyone else! I'll show you who the bitch is!" Christine picked up a fistful of sand and threw it in Glory's face.

Glory had to close her eyes as she saw the sand coming. But even though she was temporarily blinded, that didn't stop her from taking a fistful of sand and throwing it in Christine's direction. She scored a direct hit and Christine was forced to keep her eyes closed as well.

"BITCH!" Christine screamed hysterically as she launched herself at Glory, her fingers extended into claw shapes.

Glory screamed right back and brought her clawed fingers out as well. The towel she'd been using to cover herself fell to the sand forgotten.

Even though both of them had their eyes closed they had no trouble finding each other, and soon a full on cat fight was under way. The two of them rolled about in the sand, yanking on each other's hair and generally clawing and scratching. Christine's bikini bottoms were ripped off at some point and fell away.

But it wasn't much of a contest. The odds were fairly even at first by virtue of the fact that both of them were effectively blinded, and both of them were very fit and athletic. But soon Christine's martial arts skill came into play and Glory had no answer for some of Christine's expert moves.

It happened in a flash, but somehow Christine wound up on top of Glory and had one of Glory's arms pinned behind her. "Who's the bitch, now?" Christine crowed victoriously. "That's right, you're my bitch. I think it's time you show the proper appreciation for my so-called 'overinflated balloons.' Let's see you lick my nipples. And you can finger my pussy with your free hand. I'll let you go once you make me cum."

"No! Never!" But Christine still had a hand around Glory's wrist on the arm pinned behind her, and she twisted in a little.

"Ow! Okay, okay! But I warn you I'm no lesbian! I can't make you cum, I don't know the first thing-"

"Just do it! And no funny stuff, or you'll regret it!"

Glory started licking one of Christine's extended nipples. At the same time, she reluctantly brought her free hand down to Christine's blonde pussy and pushed a finger in.

Alan watched as Glory's reluctance slowly faded. Within a minute or two, the two of them were rolling around in the sand again, but this time because they were madly kissing and fondling each other. Christine had let go of Glory's arm because she had no more need to use coercion - their hands were simply flying all over each other as if both of them were trying to touch and stimulate every single body part at once.

But in their rolling about they eventually rolled into Alan's feet. That reminded both of them that he was still there.

Christine broke the liplock and exclaimed, "Alan! Um, you don't mind that we, uh...?"

"Mind? Hardly. I like it when my nymphos get better acquainted with each other. But look what you two started." He whipped the towel away from his crotch, revealing his throbbing erection.

That fully caught the attention of Glory and Christine. The two of them scrambled for position.

Glory said, "Christine, I know you're a virgin. Leave this to a talented mouth."

"Hey! I won the fight fair and square. Let me claim my reward." They were jostling and pushing each other and it looked like another catfight would break out.

But Alan said, "Ladies, another thing I like is when my women learn to share."

Christine and Glory got the hint and each one of them took one side of his erection. Their hair was still tussled about, their eyes were wild, and there were minor scratches here and there, but nothing serious. Soon enough, they redirected all their hyper fighting energy into a dual blowjob.

Alan slumped back against the rock wall behind him, put his hands behind his head, and sighed in contentment. Aaaaah! This is the life! Make love not war, I say. And would you look at that? They're still playing with each other's tits even as they suck and blow me while fondling my balls. And Christine's a natural cocksucker! I'm gonna have to fuck those mammoth tits of hers in short order. But that's just the warm up for when I take her cherry...

CHAPTER 12

"ALAN!"

He heard Glory yelling and he snapped out of his daydream. His eyes had been open all the while, still staring back and forth between Christine and Glory, but his mind had been elsewhere. And from the stupid grin on his face, the other two assumed that he'd fallen asleep and was having a happy dream.

Glory yelled again, "Alan!"

Alan pulled his sunglasses down to show he was awake. "What already?" Then he pushed them back up.

Glory pointed at his crotch. "Your towel, you big doof!"

He looked down. In his excitement, his penis had been wiggling about and eventually wiggled the towel right off. His erection was pointing straight up in all its bare glory.

He looked over at Christine and saw that her jaw had just about hit the ground. She was so stunned that she stood up as if there was a poisonous snake in his lap and she was trying to get away from it. Then it occurred to him that this was real life and not just another fantasy, and there were certain rules of decency he was obliged to follow. "Oops!" He quickly put the towel back in position.

Glory sighed. "'Oops'? Tell me that wasn't intentional."

"No, really, Glory. I guess I kind of faded out there. I was in la-la land."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, I can believe that much. You're just a hopeless case. Sometimes I think your whole brain has migrated down there. Can you at least cover up with something more secure? You're just asking for trouble with that towel hanging loosely, and Christine here is obviously very sensitive about nudity."

"No!" Christine shouted a little too quickly. "Er, I mean, I can handle it. I'm not a prude. In fact, I feel foolish in a bikini while you and Glory are effectively naked. I'm no coward. Besides, this top is two sizes too small, as I'm sure you can see, and it's driving me crazy. Since I'm at a nude beach, the least I can do is take my top off."

Now it was Glory's turn to shout "No!" Then she too tried to tone down. "What I mean is, you don't have to do that. I can put my bikini back on. I have it here in my bag somewhere."

Christine had cried out impulsively, mostly because she was frustrated that Alan had put the towel back over his still extremely rigid erection. This was the first time she'd actually seen an erect penis up close, and she felt like a child who'd just been handed a new toy only to see it get snatched away. She wanted a longer and much closer look. So she wasn't really thinking when she offered to take her top off; she just said that in desperation in the hope of getting Alan completely nude.

But now she seriously considered the situation. Should I really do it? Hell, why not? It'll drive Glory nuts, heh heh! She can't compete with my body or my bust and she knows it. That's why she's being so 'helpful' in trying to talk me out of it. And if I'm going to get Alan off of his 'let's just be friends' duff, I'm going to have to take drastic measures. 'Fortune favors the brave.' It wasn't Sun Tzu who said it; I think it was Virgil, but it's true just the same. Not only that, but Glory's admitted that Alan has multiple lovers and she's okay with that, so why can't she be okay with me being one of them too? Knowing Alan, it's not like he's gonna MIND if I take my top off. Hell, I can barely get him to look up into my face most of the time as it is. He'll love it and it'll make him want me!

But on the other hand, this is pretty ridiculous. I mean, who do I think I am? Am I going to snatch Alan away from Glory right under her nose? Is that why I came to the beach? I'm not like that, am I? Am I some kind of shameless hussy? That's not what a proper lady would do. Hell, I must be out of my mind to even think of getting naked in front of Alan! That smacks of desperation, it's underhanded, and it's downright shameless!

Aww hell. Screw it.

She stood up, undid the tie in the back holding her bikini top up, and let it fall down her body.

There were two very loud gasps from Alan and Glory. That just made the blush on Christine's face turn even redder than it already was.

Alan's hormones were boiling over. The fact that he was nearly naked and merely had to sit up for his towel to fall aside didn't help matters. He'd just been fantasizing about Christine taking her top off but the reality was infinitely better than the dream.

He felt like a raging beast and Christine was his delectable prey. It was all he could do not to leap up and ravage her. Her melon-sized breasts were in constant motion, bouncing and jiggling in every direction. The effect was like two neon signs screaming, "Touch me! Take me!"

And had it just been Alan and Christine, he probably would have lost all control. But then he looked at Glory and everything changed. Suddenly his mind was flooded with memories. He relived laughing and joking with family mere hours before, then making out in the elevator, then Glory leaping at him in bed. But mostly he thought of walking on the beach with her just before Christine arrived, and the feeling of love and closeness that he felt. There was no way he could even think of touching Christine with Glory on his mind. Even the urge to do so completely fled.

Christine could see the lust in his eyes and asked excitedly, "Alan, you know I've got such fair skin. Could you do me a favor and put some suntan lotion on me? All over!"

But Alan quickly said, "I'd better not. After all, we've made a promise to just be friends and that would just be asking for trouble, especially since you're so very beautiful."

He turned to Glory and took his sunglasses off completely so she could see his eyes. He stared directly at her face and smiled at her.

Glory was amazed for a moment. She could scarcely believe that Alan was looking at her and not going ga-ga over Christine's outrageous hooters, not to mention the rest of her perfect body. Even though she was determinedly not bisexual, she had to admit that Christine had just about the most physically perfect body she'd ever seen. She's almost as incredible as Suzanne, physically speaking, though she doesn't have Suzanne's magical spark. Yet he's looking at boring old me!

But then she thought, I need to have more faith in my lover. Christine just gave it her best shot and she got totally slammed! She obviously doesn't have a clue how to flirt or seduce. She uses her big breasts as a crutch, figuring she can get anything she wants with them. But Alan's teaching ME a very important lesson here: there are more important things than looks. Things like love. She looked back at Alan and gave him a warm and tender smile.

There was a long and awkward pause as both Christine and Glory waited for Alan to say or do something more but he simply continued to stare into Glory's eyes like Christine wasn't even there, and waited for her response.

Finally, he asked, "So, what were you two talking about? Did I miss anything important?"

Glory was all smiles as she replied, "No, not really. I guess the two of us got a little carried away venting about Heather. But you've heard it all before. I suppose the bottom line is beware of treachery from her direction." Then, as if on a whim, she said, "By the way, I think Christine has the right idea. We are at a nude beach, after all." She abruptly dropped the towel she'd been holding over her chest.

Christine had been poised to walk to Alan so he could apply suntan lotion on her breasts and everywhere else, but she sat back down in frustration. She thought, What was I thinking?! I didn't know it was possible, but I feel even MORE foolish now! Did I expect him to just start kissing and fondling me with Glory right here? It's obvious they're in love - just look at the way they look at each other. That's what I want. And that's who I want. Alan! But I need a plan.

Glory did Christine a huge favor by exposing her chest as well. Had Christine been the only woman topless, her awkwardness and shame would have been almost unbearable. But with both of them topless, Christine could just pass it off as simply being nude on a nude beach and not the desperate and clumsy move for Alan's attention that it really was.

As the seconds passed, Christine realized that Glory's decision to remove her towel must have been a deliberate act to help her out of an awkward situation. Had Glory been someone like Heather, she could have twisted the knife in and mercilessly mocked Christine's move. At the very least, Glory could have just done nothing. But instead, Glory was magnanimous and acted like a friend. Christine couldn't understand why she'd done that, but she was very grateful nonetheless.

Glory wasn't quite sure why she did it either. True, it was strategically wise to not make an enemy out of Christine, but it was more than that. She both admired Christine as one of the smartest and most upstanding students in the school in years, and took pity on her for the way she was so obviously struggling to understand and control her raging teenage hormones.

Alan also took pity on Christine. He could sense her frustration. She was not used to losing, ever, and she seemed positively baffled at herself for acting so rashly. However, he knew that Christine was the kind of person who had a relentless work ethic and when presented with a problem attacked it like a relentless pit bull. So, he quickly distracted her by saying, "The sun is going down and it's getting cold here. Christine, let's hear your plan on what to do about the football game. I say we can't just wait around until they strike. Is there some kind of way to go on the offensive?"

A host of mixed emotions crossed Christine's face until a look of resolve took over. She looked down at her bare chest and wondered if she should cover up, if only with her arms. But she decided to brave it out. She looked up and said firmly, "There is. That's my thought exactly. To use another military axiom, the best defense is a good offense. I say we set a trap, and here's how we do it. Actually, Glory, I'm glad you're here because I can use your help as well..."

Soon Christine was all business as she discussed her plans and schemes like a general going to war. But she was so smart that she could talk about one thing while thinking about something else, so even while she was verbally laying out her strategies, she thought, Well today I guess I've completely fucked up in every way possible. I've made a huge fool of myself coming here in the first place, and then I make this desperate move taking my top off and Alan slaps me down! It feels like love shaves off about 50 IQ points. I've never been so embarrassed in my life. And worst of all, maybe he well and truly means what he says about wanting to just be friends.

But I can't believe that. When I was walking towards him he was half-hard at best, and he's been as stiff and long as a flagpole ever since I arrived. That can't all be for Glory - he's aroused by me! Very aroused! Speaking of strategies, I came here without a plan and without even a clue. Sun Tzu would slap me upside the head for my stupidity! But I'm not going to make the same mistake twice.

Next time, I need to catch Alan ALONE. I saw how he looked at me when I first took my top off. Heck, he's been staring at my body more or less with blatant lust ever since I arrived. He nearly lost control for a moment there. I just need a better plan. If there's one thing that's true about me, it's that I never give up until I get what I want. Having Alan all for myself, well, I had my chance but now it's too late for that. There would be too many broken hearts. But he's going to be the one to make me a woman and I'm just NOT going to take a no for an answer on that one! After that, who knows? He did ask me out first. Maybe... maybe we could have something special.

While she was thinking these things, she didn't skip a beat in presenting her detailed and well thought out ideas on how to neutralize and overcome the football player threat. Realizing the value of Glory's "kryptonite" teacher status, she made sure to fully engage Glory. She adjusted her schemes on the fly to incorporate Glory in clever ways while using Alan's suggestion to make changes from time to time to avoid predictability.

All in all it was a very impressive presentation.

Through it all, she remained acutely aware that her chest was still bare. And even though Alan was resolute in not looking at her there, she discovered the mere fact that she was semi-naked in front of him was making her hot. Very hot. And wet. To make matters worse, she couldn't stop thinking about Alan's throbbing erection. It was a testament to her multitasking abilities that she could be so distracted and yet so verbally coherent at the same time.

Meanwhile, Alan was slowly dying of frustration as he resolutely looked at both Glory and Christine from the neck up only at all times. He was determined to prove to Glory that he wouldn't waver in his love for her simply because a pair of luscious big breasts were placed in front of him.

He was so stiff and obvious in his attempts that after awhile Glory found herself downright amused by his efforts. She was very pleased, but also very amused.

Finally, Christine's presentation wound down.

Glory was first to speak. "Very impressive, Christine. I can see you take your bodyguard duties most seriously. I, for one, give the plan a thumbs up. What do you say, Alan?"

Alan turned his head towards Glory, but he was trying so hard to control his muscles that it looked like he was wearing a neck brace. "Definitely. Especially when you compare it with my plan, which was the 'duh, flail about with no plan' plan."

Glory smirked. "And speaking of impressive, Christine, as a completely heterosexual woman, I have to say that by any standards you have a remarkable body and impressive chest. You should be proud of yourself. And Alan, for a self-avowed 'tit man', that's a mighty impressive display of self-control you just showed. I know the point you were trying to make, and I love you for it. In fact, you've left me feeling so secure in your love for me that you have my permission to look anywhere you like. Assuming Christine doesn't mind, of course."

"Really?" Alan asked like an excited little kid.

Glory smirked and laughed out loud. "Really. But museum rules: you can look all you want, but don't touch."

Alan's eyes immediately flew to Christine's chest like they were pulled there by powerful magnets. He even let out a happy sigh.

Both Christine and Glory laughed, but Christine didn't make any protest at his blatant staring. She even proudly thrust her chest out a little.

Christine asked Glory, "He's just a big kid, isn't he?"

"He is," Glory agreed, still grinning. "What is it with guys and big tits? I don't understand. I would say it must be something hard wired except that I know plenty of guys who are more reasonable about it. Alan though, he's just a hopeless case." She rolled her eyes.

Christine laughed even as she was starting to feel increasingly self-conscious at Alan's attentions. She liked it, but she feared she liked it too much. She had to be careful not to say or do anything else impulsive and foolish. She joked, "Well, I for one am not complaining. Now that I've turned his brain to mush with these things, I'm going to make him do all my homework."

It was Alan's turn to snort. "Yeah, right. If you want to fail your classes."

Glory clapped her hands. "Okay, kids. I for one am getting cold. I say we pack up and head out."

The three of them put their clothes back on (Alan used the towel wrapped around the waist trick to change so he wouldn't expose himself again).

Alan made a lot of jokes. He even pretended to cry like a petulant child as the bikini tops went back on, which got some wry smiles.

Christine said, "This didn't happen, right? None of us were here. Nobody took their tops off. I certainly am not any the wiser about what you two do together outside of school. Are we all in agreement on that?"

Alan and Glory emphatically agreed.

CHAPTER 13

The three of them walked back up to the parking lot together.

Christine marveled at how wet her pussy was. Even as she walked she felt the desire to say or do something that would make Alan kiss her. I don't understand my body. Being ashamed of my nakedness seems to arouse me still more. Way too much, in fact! I seem to have this submissive streak. It's like my body is betraying me and has its own agenda. How do I fix that?!

Alan offered to carry the surfboard again, and once more Glory demurred, insisting on carrying it herself. Again, she called it her "baby."

That caused Alan to quip, "Man, I feel sorry for the doctor who had to perform the delivery!"

As they walked up the steep trail, Glory thought, Suzanne was so wise in telling me that Alan really needed my help. She might even have pulled some strings to get us back together, but I don't care. Heck, it just makes me love, er, I mean admire, her even more. But she's not perfect. She went way too far, too fast with this medical treatment scheme of hers. Alan must feel like he's been hit by a hurricane. I can't just leave him twisting in the wind.

Alan was pleasantly surprised that Christine and Glory seemed to be getting along relatively well. It had been touch and go at first. He knew it wasn't just that he'd been diplomatic.

He thought, For one thing, there's the rule that people unite when faced with a common threat. Right now, we're all united in trying to overcome this whole football player problem. Plus, the two of them seem to have found common ground big time over the Heather issue. But I think it's more than just those things. I gather that Glory feels Christine isn't going to steal me away from her. At least not right now. Not only did she retract her claws, but she actually started treating Christine nicely, even though Christine came in and spoiled our private time together. Glory definitely has class.

And that was just beyond bizarre how Christine popped her top like that. But she seems resigned to the fact that Glory and I are serious. I hope she understands that I really am determined to stick to my "friends only" vow. It's not that I don't lust after her - God only knows I do! But if I spread myself out any more, even Plastic Man is gonna be incredulous.

All in all, maybe Christine coming here was a lucky break. For now, at least, we're working as a team and Glory wouldn't have become part of our strategic plans if not for this strange turn of events. If we can just hold that together through tomorrow, maybe we can all make it through this football game in one piece.

Back in the parking lot, Alan saw Christine unlock the door to her car with a key, though he had no clue where the key came from given that she came to them wearing nothing but a bikini. Not even sandals. He chalked it up as just another one of those female mysteries. Once she got into her car, she put on a T-shirt and shorts. Then she came over and gave him a good-bye hug.

Alan really enjoyed that hug, especially the way Christine put a little extra wiggle into it. He was also pleased to see Christine give Glory a friendly good-bye wave and Glory return it with a friendly wave too.

But what he didn't know was that even while they were smiling and waving at each other, Christine was thinking, I used to think that my biggest competition to Alan's heart was going to be Amy. And Amy's a big problem, there's no doubt about it. But now I can see Glory's going to be just as much trouble!

And Glory was thinking, I'm glad that Alan put Christine in her place. For now. But I know this isn't over. Not by a long shot. In a way, I'd rather have Alan screw a bitchy floozy like Heather than get involved with Christine, because she's potential wife material. I doubt he could have resisted her if I wasn't there. But I'm not gonna stand by and just let her snatch my man away from me!

When Alan sat down in the passenger's seat of Glory's car, she shot him an amused yet exasperated look. She started the engine. "Some guys have all the luck. You know that she's totally moony about you, don't you?"

"She is now," Alan sheepishly groaned in agreement, "but since I've gotten this big overhyped reputation, she's hardly the only one. I've made the decision that there's only one of me and too many women I love already. I want to focus on you and my family, Glory. I mean it."

Glory snorted as she started to drive. "Me, your family, and if that isn't bad enough, probably about another dozen women you're casually bonking on the side. But what's crazy is that I love you anyway. What happened on this beach trip alone, between your dangerously good pussy licking and all the romantic things you said and did, well, you've turned me into one big pile of goo! I'm helpless as a bowl of mush. I hope you're happy, young man!"

But despite her seemingly frustrated words, she couldn't wipe the smile off her face. She realized that she was in love, deeply in love, and that Alan really loved her back. The fact that he didn't neglect her in favor of Christine's more ample charms helped prove that. And as long as that was true, she felt she'd be able to manage all the other craziness brought about by Alan's far too rampant and active cock.

Out of the blue, she asked him, "So. You think you're going to boink her?"

"Who?"

"You know who!"

"Christine? No way. You heard about the platonic promise I made."

Glory studied him closely even while she drove. Finally, she said, "The funny thing is, I believe you actually mean that. But you will," she predicted. "She's relentless and she wants you something bad."

But Alan didn't buy it. "Why doesn't anyone believe me?" he complained.

"We'll see. It hurts me to imagine you and her together, but surprisingly, in her case, it doesn't completely kill me to at least contemplate it in the abstract."

"So that means you'd be okay with it?"

"Hardly!" she scoffed. "Look, I know you have special feelings for her, and that worries me big time. But we do have this 'don't ask, don't tell' arrangement, and that applies to her as well. I know that you love me, and I'm not going to worry about what you do with yourself when I'm not around. I won't! I won't!" She was as much trying to convince herself on this last point as she was trying to convince him.

"I do love you, Glory," he said tenderly.

She smiled and looked at him wickedly. "Consider yourself lucky that I'm driving, young man, or I'd eat you all up."

The parking lot at the top of the cliff was just a dirt lot with no facilities, not even a Port-o-Potty. However, as Glory drove her car, Alan spotted some public showers near the entrance to the state park and he asked if they could stop there. She did, and they quickly showered.

Alan thought as he showered, I'm just terrible. When I'm with Glory, I'm mentally with her 100 percent. That's just how I am. I don't even want Christine to distract me, though she obviously did somewhat. But now that we're heading home I can't help but think that my penis is gonna see a lot of action as soon as I get home and I'd better get all the sand cleaned off. It almost feels like cheating on Glory to shower now, but that's just now my life is. What am I supposed to do?.

Alan noticed that Glory had put on lipstick and even a little makeup after her shower.

He was still catching up on his sleep deficit though, and slept nearly all the way home while Glory drove.

As she headed up Highway Five, she quietly exulted. Love. So this is what real love feels like. He turned her down! I kept worrying that I've just been the 'blowjob from the sexy teach during lunch' for him, but it isn't just sex for him! He really, really loves me! ME! He's strong and yet still so vulnerable - he needs me. And he knows he needs me. But I need him - we need each other.

If only I'd gotten to him sooner. Suzanne would have seen we were in love and her scheme would have never happened in the first place. It would just be him and me. US! I've always dreamed of a honeymoon in Hawaii... Our own private villa right on our own private beach... Even better than kissing in the cold waves today, we could make love right on the warm Hawaii sand. Hell, we could do it neck deep in the warm ocean, too!

Instead, I have to put up with him dipping his wick in Heather. And his sister. And his mother! Maybe even Christine soon, knowing him. It's so humiliating! Alan, why do I have to love you so much?!

Meanwhile, Christine just sat in her car in the parking lot. For many long minutes she just sat there, staring into space. But ever so slowly, tears began to trickle down her face. Soon she began crying in earnest. Christine was the type of woman who almost never cried, but she'd also never really had boy problems to cry about until now.

Stupid love! I friggin' hate it! I wish I could just turn off these feelings. It's not fair! Why does Alan have to be a nice guy and a good friend AND the biggest goddamned stud on the whole friggin' planet?! Seeing him with Glory like that, it just about kills me! That should've been ME! If only... If only...

Dammit, I've said that too many times lately. "If only." I can't deny it: my dreams of having Alan as an official boyfriend are completely crushed. "Official girlfriend" Amy has been bad enough, but seeing him with Glory seals it. And today I acted like some kind of complete laughingstock. How could things possibly get any worse?!

The tears flowed freely and she sobbed and wailed with complete abandon since there was no one there to see her.

Eventually she got her sadness under control. I don't like this one bit. I feel completely helpless. I don't know the first thing about romance or sex or love or anything! Just stupid and useless book knowledge. GRRR! But I'm not going to flail about like a complete idiot anymore. I'm a winner, and I can win in this too. I just have to set realistic goals. For starters, I'm going to get Alan to make me a woman. I may not be his only woman, but dammit, at the very least I'm gonna be one of his women, or my name isn't Christine Morgan Anderssen! I'm gonna do whatever it takes to get that dumb "friends only" idea out of his head. I'm not helpless. I have assets in more ways than one. Most guys would give their left testicle just to be with me - except for the only guy that I want! Isn't that how it always goes. But I can do this!

She sat up in her driver's seat. Christine wasn't the type to sit around and bemoan her fate; she was a woman of action. Plans were forming in her head and a new sense of resolve mostly swept away her feelings of sadness. She wiped her face dry and started her car.

CHAPTER 14

Glory woke Alan when they were getting near his house so he'd be more than a zombie when they arrived. She felt perversely proud though that his state of exhaustion was at least partially her fault.

She walked him to his front door, but before he could open the door, she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a toe-curling kiss. It was more than just a kiss, as she was trying to convey the message, "I know you've got other lovers, but don't you dare forget about me!"

As their kissing came to an end and they switched to pecking and licking each other's faces, she possessively grabbed his crotch and buried her face in the crook of Alan's shoulder, nibbling and sucking at his neck and t-shirt collar ring. His penis happened to be flaccid at the moment, but she hefted his whole package up in his bathing suit, and said, "You know, we never did take care of this." She lifted her face back to his ear and nibbled on it.

"True. But we didn't have to. If my penis could smile, it would still have a big smiley face from what we did before. And just being with you is like one big constant orgasm for me."

She laughed. "That's a bullshit line if I ever heard one, but I love you for it anyway."

They kissed on the lips some more. Glory didn't want to let him go, especially as she was near certain that he would be sexually entwined with one or more of the women inside the house within minutes. That was painful for her to think about, very painful, so she thought, I'm going to mark him just like a dog marks their territory. He's mine!

She wrapped one leg around him, clasped him tighter with her opposite arm, and ground her pelvis into his while cupping his balls through his clothes with her free hand. I may have to share with these big-titted bimbos, but I'm not going to be a pushover. THIS is how a real woman sends her man home: flushed, panting, hard as a rock, and with her lipstick all over him!

But Glory couldn't kiss him at the door forever, and her frustration over what would likely happen to him once he went inside got to her. She suddenly broke away and rushed down the walk without saying anything.

Alan waved, even though she wasn't looking back, and shouted, "I love you! I'll call you later, okay?"

She still didn't say anything or look back, but he saw her head nod before she got in the car and drove off.

Alan watched the car go and then stepped forward to reach for the door.

But just before his hand touched the door knob, the door opened on its own. It was Katherine. Her face was bright and her mood was bubbly. "That was so fucking HOT!"

Alan stepped inside and let his sister close the door behind him. "You saw us kiss? How'd you do that?"

"The bay windows," Katherine explained, pointing. One of the front rooms had windows that stuck out the front of the house by about a foot or so.

Alan realized that if a person put their head right up to the window pane and craned their head around, they'd just be able to see what was happening on the other side of the front door. He laughed as he pictured Katherine doing just that.

Then Amy stepped out from where that window was and Alan laughed even more as he pictured both of them with their faces smushed up against the window.

Katherine already had her brother wrapped up in a hug, and Amy launched herself at both of them, turning the hug into a three-way squeeze.

"Brother!" Amy shrieked happily. "How was your trip?"

"Good. Great, actually. And how are things hanging here?"

While all this hugging (and a good deal of kissing) was going on, both Amy and Katherine were busy taking off Alan's clothes while also taking off their own as they dragged Alan indoors. Amy was in the middle of pulling Alan's bathing suit down when he asked, "And how are things hanging here?" and the obvious double meaning set all three of them laughing.

"Oops!" Alan said as he laughed. "Poor choice of words."

"Excellent choice of words," Katherine corrected him as she yanked her top off. "But the big question is, when's the last time Alan Junior shot into Glory, and which hole did you fill? She sure didn't want to let go of you and boy, was it a turn-on watching our teacher go nuts on our stud!"

"Yeah!" Amy agreed as she began stroking Alan's erection. Not surprisingly, she'd taken her clothes off in a flash and dropped to her knees, so she was already stroking while Katherine was still disrobing. "Howdy, Alan Junior! Happy to see us? ...Oh no! Where's the lipstick?"

Alan was puzzled. "Huh?"

"Glory's lipstick, lover. It's all over you up top, but there's none down here." She looked at him with a sad and pouty face.

"Oh," Alan replied. "We used showers at the beach. I wanted to get the sand off, including there."

"BrrooooOOOOooootherrr!" Katherine griped, in the same way he sometimes said "MooooOOOOoooom!" Also putting on a good pout, she complained, "You shouldn't have! How can we taste her or her lipstick on your dick if you wash?" Then thinking about the sand, she decided, "You should have had her blow you after you washed."

"Kat's right!" Amy nodded. "We wanna taste our teacher's pussy on your dick! We're both so curious about what she tastes like, and that's the only way we can tell." She slapped his erection like she was punishing it, but in fact the slaps were very light and playful and only aroused him more as his dick bounced around until she firmly grasped it.

Alan thought, I can't believe this. I think Glory was trying to mark me with all those lipstick kisses, but instead of sending some kind of 'hands off' message, my sisters actually love it! This is too weird. My heart is still soaring with thoughts of Glory even as my sisters are getting into place for a double blowjob. It's like... all that romance was just an illusion. This is my real life now, my harem life.

As if to emphasize that point, just then Amy popped his erection in her mouth. She let out a happy "MMMM!" from within a muffled mouth at the sheer joy of having it to suck on.

Katherine giggled. "I second that emotion!" She dropped to her knees now that she was naked too. "Sister, can I share too?"

"M'kay!" Amy had all of Alan's cockhead in her mouth and then some, but she pulled off completely so that she and Katherine could take turns licking.

Alan could see where this was going. "Wait, wait, wait! If we're going to do that, let me get comfortable. I'm pooped.'"

So they moved to the nearest sofa in the living room. Alan plopped down on it and Katherine and Amy continued where they left off, on their knees between his legs again.

They started alternating so that one of them would take all of Alan's head in her mouth, swirling her tongue all around it, and then withdraw completely so the other one could do the same.

Alan whipped his T-shirt off to get fully into the spirit of things. He asked, "Where's Mom and Mother?"

But Katherine and Amy were too busy to immediately reply. Katherine had one of his balls in her mouth and seemed to be trying to swallow the other one as well, and she was fingering his anus too. And it was Amy's turn to swallow his cockhead, so even though she looked up towards his face with big eyes like she wanted to say something, the only sounds she could make were incoherent mumbles.

However, eventually, Katherine managed a nod in the general direction of the kitchen.

That got Alan thinking. There was something he'd been wanting to do for some time, and having Susan in the kitchen was just what he needed to put his plan in motion. So he said quietly, "Kat, can you do me a favor?"

She seemed intent on sucking all his cum straight out of his balls, but she eventually managed another nod.

"Good. Please go into the kitchen, RIGHT NOW, before Mom comes over here, and tell her to stay there. I've got some special plans for her, but I need her to wait in the kitchen for them."

She looked up at him sadly and said while still inhaling his scrotum, "Wahgh mhough?"

"Yes, right now." He slapped her hard on the ass. "Be a good fuck toy. A good fuck toy always obeys."

She popped his balls out of her mouth so she could reply, but she continued to lick them. At the same time, one of her hands pumped up and down on the few inches of his erection that Amy's hot mouth was not actively sliding up and down on. "A good fuck toy always works nonstop to pleasure her Master's cock. And some fuck toys get a little uppity sometimes. Once they're licking" - she ostentatiously made a figure eight lick around his balls - "and stroking, they just don't know how to stop! Unless it's to spread her legs so her big brother can ram his even bigger cock up her cunt and spray her ovaries with baby juice!"

While she'd been talking, Amy had taken her mouth off Alan's erection and was tapping Katherine on the shoulder. As soon as Katherine stopped speaking, Amy said, "That's thirty alligators. Your turn."

"DAMN!" She gave a few licks on Alan's newly vacated cockhead, but she looked up and could see a strongly disapproving stare coming down from her brother. She gave up and withdrew. "Okay, fine. I'll go. Amy, take my turn and PLEASE keep Big Turkey Baster Brother's cock humming with happiness. You'll have to suck and stroke and anally poke for two."

"M'kay! I'll try!" She giggled, "Yeay! More cock for me!" Amy immediately gobbled her way down Alan's erection as far as she could go. She sloshed her fingers over Alan's balls, now very wet with Katherine's saliva.

As Alan admired Katherine's ass while she scampered off, he asked, "Aims, why hasn't Mom come out here yet, anyway? Is she cooking something special?"

"Mehsh wahhinghh schpeshah cloughthing poh mooo."

Alan couldn't quite understand that, but he was enjoying the way Amy was repeatedly trying to impale his erection down her throat too much to ask her to withdraw long enough to clarify. He guessed it had something to do with "special clothing," but by this point he didn't really care. The blowjob was his whole world.

Katherine came skipping back through the living room. She stopped in front of Alan and bowed. With her stiff-legged body bent at a right angle, she said, "Fuck Toy Number One reporting for duty, Sir. Mission accomplished."

Her dangling breasts were an enticing sight and they were close enough to fondle, so Alan reached out and did just that. "Good work, Sis. What did you tell her?"

"Well, not surprisingly, she wants you pretty bad. I had to get all domme on her and threaten to spank her."

Just then, Amy pulled off Alan's erection and said, "Thirty alligators. Again!"

Katherine dropped down to the floor like someone had shot a gun at her. Then she leaped forward and took Alan's erection far into her mouth. One could even hear a sigh of contentment in her loud slurping.

Mere seconds had passed but Amy had already taken position as ball licker and tugger. The fact that Alan's balls were hairless made that a very desirable spot with the Plummer women.

But Alan said, "Aims, can you please come up here to my face? I can't understand you with all that licking and slurping going on."

"M'kay!" She slowly slithered her way up his body, rubbing herself all over him as she went. Of course her tits pleasantly pressed into him all the way, but she also made a point of rubbing her juicy pussy up his thigh too.

Finally, she reached his face and gave him a brief but scorching kiss on the lips.

Then Alan asked, "That's the second time I heard you say something about alligators. What's up with that? Does that have anything to do with the way you two keep swapping positions?"

"Yep!" Amy said brightly, "You liked it? It's a little game we thought up this afternoon called Thirty Alligators."

Alan quipped, "Given the way you two suck, don't you mean Thirsty Alligators?"

Amy squealed with delight. "Oooh! That's too cool for school! Did you hear that, Sis?"

Katherine didn't verbally reply, but Alan felt (and Amy saw) her as she nodded her head back and forth. She never really did stop nodding but it turned into a bobbing technique for a while.

Amy giggled then said, "Even better. Thirsty Alligators! You mentally count 'One alligator, two alligator, three alligator' up to thirty and then you switch. Of course, we count reaaaal slow 'cos we just can't get enough cock! But it's not fair to count too slow. That would be mean."

The way she said "That would be mean" made Alan want to beat up anyone who would be mean enough to make her even say that. Amy was just too cute for words. He complained, "You see? This is the problem. You're all just too sexy. Of course I loved it."

"Super cool!" Amy squealed again and kissed him on the lips again. They shared another electric kiss right on top of Katherine as her blowjob went on and on. Alan also firmly fondled Amy's bouncy breasts, since they were right there, poking into his chest.

When the kiss eventually broke, he asked, panting, "By the way, whe-where's Mother?"

But then he felt Katherine's mouth vacating his throbbing pole and, faster than he could snap his fingers, Amy was gone. One second he was massaging the undersides of her hefty globes and the next second his fingers were clutching at air because Amy had taken Katherine's spot. The cocksucking continued, but the moves and even the smells and tastes were slightly different now that Amy was on the spot.

And almost as fast as Amy dropped down, Katherine popped up to a spot on the sofa next to him. With a devilish twinkle in her eye, she filled the position Amy had left. And she said, "You mean Suzanne?" She was taking Amy's spot in the conversation, too.

"Yes, I do."

"She's over at Brenda's. But you know what's sooo cool? Aims and I are trying so damn hard. We're throwing every technique at you that we know. But you're just sitting there all calm and able to talk like nothing special is happening. That's just so awesome! Big Ironing Board Brother, you're such a STUD!"

He heard an affirming "MMMM!" from Amy down below.

"Well, never mind about that. What's this about Suzanne being at Brenda's? Doesn't she have a big dinner to prepare for?" He began fondling Katherine's tits with both hands.

"Oh, you know Suzanne. She's on top of things." Her voice turned suddenly lusty. "Just like you're going to be on top of me, skewering me deep with that big fat sister-tamer of yours!"

In fact, Alan was finding it increasingly difficult to converse, but he really did want to know what was happening. It would have been much easier if he just asked Amy and/or Katherine to stop or slow down, but he was drunk with lust. He needed their touch and their love. He couldn't even take his hands off his sister's breasts, and alternated hefting one up and then the other, back and forth.

He closed his eyes to help himself concentrate. "What's Suzanne doing at Brenda's?"

Katherine panted as she replied, "Brenda, as you know, is busy seducing her son, because that's what good mommies do! Especially big-titted mommies! Big-titted women are born to SERVE! Sisters and mommies, we all serve our MASTER! We spread our legs and get FUCKED!"

Alan was beginning to gather that Katherine was so aroused that it would be difficult to get any kind of answer out of her, but he pressed on nonetheless. "And how does Suzanne fit in?"

"No, YOU fit in, into Suzanne! Into her HOT, tight CUNT! But enough talking! Speaking of fucking, slip it into my pink gash now! Or Amy's. I don't care; just fuck a sister! Fuck us both!"

Just then he could feel Amy's mouth withdrawing and he knew what would happen next. Katherine dropped to the floor even as Amy started another slither back up his body. Then, bing, like magic, he found himself holding Amy instead.

She was all grins as she said, "Sis has a good point there, you now. About the sister fucking."

The switch very near caused Alan to cum. It wasn't that the transfer brought any special sensation to his penis, but the mere fact that they were switching back and forth like clockwork in flawless dedication and teamwork was very nearly too arousing for him.

Alan cried out, "STOP!"

The two girls froze in place. Katherine was just starting to go to town on his penis head. She stopped her happy bobbing on it but didn't actually pull it out.

Alan just huffed and puffed. Actually, all of them were just struggling to get enough air to breathe. The sound of panting filled the room.

Amy finally asked, "What?"

Alan said, once he brought his breathing under control, "Sorry. ... Need a break. ... Strategic pause."

Amy ran a hand across his cheek tenderly. "OB, you're frowning. What's wrong?" She clarified, "That stands for Official Boyfriend, by the way."

He waited some more until he was calmer and then said, "Mostly that's the grimace of trying to control my PC muscle. But I'm also pissed at God. You know, it's just not fair. No guy can endure in the face of one of you when you turn the sexy moves on, much less two at once. I haven't been inside the house five minutes and you're all so sexy that it's a near miracle I haven't cum already! Do you have any idea how tough it was to say 'stop?'"

Katherine still had her mouth full of cock (and was starting to lick and suck a little - she just couldn't help herself), so she couldn't talk, but Amy said, "Well, why not just cum?"

"I'd love to, Aims. But I'm mad at God. He made women able to cum so many times a day but guys far less. Why can't it be even? If I blow now, then we won't have nearly as much fun later."

A lot of time had passed as he was just catching his breath, and apparently another set of "thirsty alligators" was up. Amy dropped down, but slowly this time, doing her slither in reverse. And Katherine pulled off but stayed down on her knees. Apparently the two girls were tiring of slithering up and down the sofa. He longed to look at the two of them naked and on their knees before him, but he dared not do so - the sight of his sisters was far too sexy and he was still on a hair trigger.

With her mouth free, Katherine said blithely, "I can tell you why it's not even. Because sex, fundamentally, is about making a woman pregnant. Swelling my belly, I mean, her belly, with child. Filling her up with your potent and superior baby-makers. If you could do that forty times a day, and shoot off your big wads of cum each time, you'd probably die of dehydration or something."

Alan sighed. "Good point, Kat. However, that doesn't help my frustration. I know my endurance is good, but with you lot, it has to be even better. What if I were to wear a condom during a blowjob? I wouldn't have to always be fighting and straining not to cum."

Looking aghast, Amy dramatically popped his erection out of her mouth. "NooooOOOOooo! That is your worstest idea EVER, brother! That's like, the super double duperest worstest bad idea of all time!"

Alan looked down and saw Amy and Katherine wildly nodding their heads up and down to emphasize their agreement.

Katherine explained, "Half of it is about the taste and texture of your skin. And coaxing the pre-cum out. Good God, it tastes so good to get that first drop on your tongue!"

Then Amy said passionately, "You said it, Sis! And the explosion! Don't forget the explosion of tasty cum!"

They both started to talk at once, explaining how great the "explosion" was.

Alan heard one of them say, "If I want plastic, I can suck on some tupperware. Sheesh!" He held his hands in front of himself defensively. "Okay, okay, already! Sorry for the suggestion. But if one more sexy thing happens here, I'm gonna lose it."

He waited some long moments, and no one touched him or said a single word.

He sighed with relief. As much as he loved their attentions, it sometimes just got to be too much.

Once he was better able to control himself, he said, "Good. Now, can someone explain why Suzanne is at Brenda's?"

Katherine stood up since Alan's erection was off limits for the time being - she didn't want to tempt him into losing control. She replied, "Let me give it a better try, since I was just talking to Mom about this. By the way, she's probably going nuts right now, you know."

"What?"

"Oh, I was just thinking about how she's doing there in the kitchen. It's not that far away, you know. She must be able to hear our moaning and carrying on and it must be driving her absolutely nuts. What are you going to do to her?"

"One thing at a time. What did she say about Suzanne and Brenda?"

"Oh. Right. Suzanne spoke to Brenda on the phone earlier and got the impression that things were going too fast with Adrian there. Once she had her kitchen and cooking all under control with nothing to do but wait for the turkey to cook, she went over there to check on things first hand. I'm sure Suzanne's on top of things with the Brenda situation, but I hope she doesn't make Brenda and Adrian wait too long before they have sex. Just think about how long you and Mom had to wait before you finally took her and tamed her. I sure wouldn't wish that on anybody."

"That's true," Alan agreed. "And Brenda's so excited that she needs the extra sex just to burn off steam. I'm gonna have to find out what Suzanne's plan is and make sure she's being merciful with it."

Amy was standing up too by this time and asked, "So what's this thing you're going to do with Susan?"

"I don't feel safe talking about it with her just two rooms away. The element of surprise is key. But come on upstairs and I'll tell you about it. I'll need your help with it anyways 'cos I've got plans forming in my head. Big plans. Can you help?"

"Cool! Totally!" Amy and Katherine both said at the same time.

With Alan in the middle and Amy and Katherine on either side of him, the three of them semi-staggered and semi-hugged their way up the stairs to his room.

NOTE: For this part, I had exceptionally great help from IBT, Gnome, Hermit, Nightfallen, and WD40. They proofread the text and pictures over and over again and helped in lots of other ways. This part is much improved thanks to their efforts. Hermit critiqued with the pictures, as usual. WD40 put in extra effort getting the Brenda and Adrian chapters just right. The color pictures were Nightfallen's idea and would not have happened had it not been for his extra help making the artwork. Also thanks to Captain Comic, Dark King, 800ibGorrila, CPN, Old Salt, Tokens, Lee, Sam.I.am, and WarpWizard.

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