Spacer X Stories: Part 71

CHAPTER 1 (Friday, Nov. 29)

<Thwack> "Stop it! Stop it!"

Brenda's old Austrian maid Anika swatted Brenda's arm with a rolled-up newspaper like she was swatting a fly. She was in charge of preventing Brenda and Adrian from touching each other, and the task was growing more difficult by the hour, if not by the minute.

Brenda and Adrian were nearing the end of Suzanne's 24-hour no touching ban. Everyone in the house knew that once the ban ended the two of them would be fucking like bunnies, for the first time ever. The anticipation was making all three of them more than a little bit crazy.

Anika swatted Brenda's arm again as it reached out. "No, no, no! I keep tellink you no! Vhy don't you listen?"

Brenda was wearing a diaphanous gown that threatened to melt away if anyone so much as looked at it. Adrian wasn't wearing anything at all, and his erection was sticking straight out. They were standing within arm's reach of each other in the living room of the Hunter mansion. This was why Anika had to keep swatting one or the other. She was especially busy preventing Brenda from touching Adrian's erection, because Brenda had very little self-control, even on her best days.

Brenda pleaded, "Anika, why are you being so mean? Can't you see my little Pooh Bear is suffering?"

"Hey! You vere de vone who insisted a few hours ago dat neider of you can have de orgasms, much less touch. Und now you're tryink to do both!"

It was true. Mother and son had come up with many ways to arouse each other without direct contact, but Brenda was not allowed to have any orgasms, while there was no such restriction on Adrian. The night before, Adrian had tried to abstain from cumming, to give his mother moral support, but his willpower didn't hold out. However, hours before the deadline, Brenda had insisted that he refrain from any further climaxes. She was worried that he would be all orgasmed out by the time the ban ended.

Anika said, "You vant dat I should call up Suzanne und tell her vhat you're doink? You vant I should do dat?"

Brenda snatched her hand back, as if she had burned herself. "No, no, please, no! I'll be good!"

Brenda imagined that Suzanne would cruelly torture her if she was disobedient, even though Suzanne showed no signs whatsoever of giving her any punishment stronger than a spanking. But due to Brenda's guilty pleasure in reading bondage and discipline erotic stories, her head was filled with images of racks, whips, chains, and dungeons. That actually worked against her, because it got her more turned on, even as she tried to use the idea to keep herself in check. But what if Suzanne decided to extend the ban? Or started a new and more severe one?! That finally penetrated her sexual fog.

Brenda slowly counted to ten in her head to calm down, and then looked at her son. "Aidy, we can't do this. We need to stay in separate rooms until the time comes. That glorious, glorious time when you'll at long last plunge into my pussy."

Despite her attempt to remain calm, Brenda's hand had a mind of its own. Even as she looked Adrian in the eyes, her fingers reached down to cup her sex. The exceptionally juicy squishing noise her overflowing pussy lips made when parted drew his eyes inexorably downward.

"But Ma! I can't make it alone. I'll go insane. I need you. I need to see you!"

Anika slapped the newspaper in her hand, and said, "Und I don't vant you in different rooms vis de vay you are right now. Vone of you vill start to orgasm und then de udder, und I'll be runnink back und fort, back und fort, svattink here und dere, until I can't valk."

Adrian clenched his hands into fists and stomped around in a small circle, causing his erect penis to bob.

Brenda stared, and reflexively started to reach out to grasp it. Anika raised her newspaper again, but Brenda yanked her hand back before discipline could be meted out. "Anika, please!" she whined.

Anika glanced outside to see if the sun was setting yet, and the window gave her an idea. "Hey. Let's try dis. Aidy, go put on a shirt und pants so you don't get cold. Den you stand outside de slidink glass door by de dinink room. Brenda, you can stand on de inside. Dat vay, only an inch of glass vill separate you two. Ve can keep de vindow open next to it, so you can make lovey dovey talk to each udder all you vant."

Brenda and Adrian both liked that idea a lot. Adrian hurried off to his room to get dressed.

Anika was grateful for the respite. Not only would Adrian putting on clothes allow her to sit down and rest, but it also would help mother and son cool down a bit. The time they spent getting ready would also bring the seemingly interminable no-touching ban that much closer to its end. She was literally counting every minute on her watch, since Suzanne had appointed her time keeper of the ban the night before.

But all too soon for the overworked maid, Adrian came back and went straight to his side of the sliding glass door. Brenda then took her position on the other side.

Anika stood a few feet away with her newspaper, because although the two were physically unable to touch each other now, they certainly could still cum. Anika was rooting for mother and son to have the time of their lives tonight, and that would be physically impossible if they kept climaxing now.

Brenda stripped off her gown, since even that frilly bit of nothing was already too restraining for her. She was radiating excitement and couldn't keep still. She hefted up her twin peaks and pressed them against the glass of the sliding door. "Aidy, you're overdressed. Let me see your cock! I want to see the cock that's going to be fucking me all night long tonight!"

"Okay, Ma!" He eagerly unzipped his fly and pulled out his erection. The window next to the screen door was open, so they had no trouble hearing each other despite the glass between them.

Brenda cooed at him, "Oh, Aidy! It's beautiful! Do you know what that's gonna do to me tonight? Do you know where it's going to go?"

"In your pussy!" He was panting already, thinking about that becoming reality so soon.

"That's right! Well, close. Momma doesn't have a pussy. Pussies are for pussies." She giggled at that. "Momma has a CUNT!"

She was about to go on, but he interrupted, "Ma! God, I just love your tits rubbing against the glass. You're so damn HOT! I wish you could do this every day!"

She grinned. "You think that's sexy, huh? Well, believe me, it'll be even better when I'm lying on top of you, and these tits are rubbing all over your chest instead. Would you like that?"

He nodded emphatically. With his free hand, he reached out for her gigantic tits, only to be foiled by the glass.

She was gyrating a little bit, and brought her hips closer to the glass. "Do you want to see Momma's cunt? Would that make you happy? Would that turn you on?"

"You know it would!" The urge to masturbate and shoot his cum all over the glass was threatening to overwhelm him, but he managed to simply hold his dick without stroking it for now.

Anika put her hand over her eyes. I can't stand to see it. She's goink to show die mieze to him. Again! How many times today already? She's goink to spread it vis her fingers und show him everytink! Vhy do dey torture each uder like dis? Vhy can't dey just read a goot book until the time comes?

She glanced at her watch yet again. Vone hour und fifty-seven minutes to go. She sighed heavily. She looked up at Brenda and saw that, sure enough, Brenda was slowly running her hands down her belly and hips, working her way to her drooling slit.

Anika asked, "Brenda, please don't torture de boy again? Vhy don't you do vone of your booby dances? You know how Aidy loves de booby dances." Anika liked when Brenda danced, because it could keep her busy for five or ten minutes, sometimes more.

Brenda squealed and clapped her hands in approval. She rushed to the nearby stereo, cradling her boobs in her arms, and put on "Let's Get it On" by Marvin Gaye. Then she picked up a spray bottle of scented massage oil, and sprayed it onto her tits, hips, belly, and ass, and pretty much anywhere else she could think of that she might want to rub against the glass.

Anika sighed. Dis song again? I've heard it two-tousand times today already. Okay, so you vant to get it on. I understand it already. She saw Adrian stroking his erection in anticipation of the dance. She waved the rolled-up newspaper at him threateningly. "Aidy, you vant for me to vack your ting vis dis? No touching yourself! Or you'll shoot off again unt be too sore to perform tonight."

"Can't I at least keep holding it?" the boy pleaded. "Otherwise, it bounces around."

"Vell, okay for now. But be careful." She sighed. I'm too soft vis him.

Brenda returned to the sliding door and started to dance, pressing her oiled body against the glass and rubbing around in time to the music. Her breasts flattened in spectacular fashion, causing Adrian's jaw to drop in wonder, as if on cue. Her sinuous movements smeared oil all over the glass door, making it that much easier for her to slide all over it.

To Adrian, it seemed like she was making love to the glass. He held his dick with one hand and pressed his other hand against the glass. It looked like he was fondling all of his mother's body parts as they went by.

Brenda quickly noticed that, and soon she was playing to his hand. "Look, Aidy, my tits! My tits! You're touching my tits! Tonight, you'll be holding them while you fuck me hard!"

Even Anika was greatly aroused by the display. But she thought, Two more hours. Two more hours! I can't vait. Ve're all sufferink und vaitink, vaitink, vaitink. Dese are goink to be de longest two hours of my life!

Her protests weren't serious, though. While elements of the wait were frustrating, she had a front row seat to an hours-long display of wanton, incestuous lust and desire. She hadn't felt this aroused in years and years.

CHAPTER 2

Alan and Christine napped in the lawn chair for about half an hour. The sun had set while they slept, but the patio lights came on automatically, holding back the dark.

Both were worn out from the tension, the fight, and its aftermath. Alan was particularly tired, because, on top of recent events, it was his usual nap time.

Christine snuggled closer to Alan in the narrow confines of the lawn chair, reassured by the warmth of his presence. She drifted into sleep and began to dream. Considering the fight she had just been in, it was no surprise that her unrest spawned one of her frequent Wonder Woman fighting dreams.

Only this wasn't a dream - it was a nightmare. In it, a masked team of ninjas were out to get Alan (whether to kidnap or kill him right away wasn't clear). She fought them on the roof of the school building, of all places. She whirled, dashed, and leaped through the air, but there were too many of them and her fighting wasn't good enough. A ninja got by her and dashed towards Alan. She landed a flying kick to the back of the ninja's neck, but it was too late. The ninja collided with Alan, carrying both of them off the roof. They landed with a sickening sound on the concrete below, their bodies laying still.

Christine immediately leaped to ground level, where she found Alan's body lying in an awkward position. She threw herself to the ground and cradled his face in her hands. She began to cry with abandon. "No! Nooooo! Alan, don't die! Not now! Not now! It's all my fault!" With her body now draped over his, she sobbed into his neck.

She woke up with a start, confused as to where she was, what was real, and what was just a dream. She saw Alan's body underneath hers, in the exact same position that it had been in the dream. Fearing that he really was dead or severely injured, she clung to him for reassurance. On the brink of real tears, she cried out softly, "Alan! Oh, Alan! Alan, please!"

Christine's jerking woke Alan too. The first thing he noticed was a mass of blonde hair covering his face. This was quickly followed by an awareness of huge breasts pressing into his chest. His penis surged erect as he sleepily luxuriated in the sensation of all that beautiful tit-flesh enveloping him.

Holy cow! he thought. What's going on?! Mmmm... Who knows? Who cares? Feels good!

Drowsy and confused, he was operating on instinct. When he heard "Alan, please!" he thought she meant "Alan, please make love to me!" when in fact she meant, "Alan, please tell me you're okay!" He brushed her hair back and saw that her lush lips were just inches from his.

Although he might have recognized Christine's voice on some subconscious level, he still hadn't given any conscious thought as to just who was on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately on the lips.

Christine was shocked by this. Actually, she was beyond shocked. Holy Toledo! Alan's kissing me! This wasn't what I meant at all! Her body jerked all over again, this time in alarm, even as his kiss soothed her nightmare-induced distress. Her relief overwhelmed her alarm at being kissed, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him in closer, kissing him back.

Swept up in sudden lust, several moments passed before it finally penetrated her confused and drowsy brain that his tongue was in her mouth. She'd never shared a kiss this intimate and passionate before, not even on their last couple of "practice dates." Not knowing what else to do, she just relaxed and went with the flow, copying what he was doing with his lips and tongue. Tentatively at first, but then with growing passion, she swirled her tongue with his.

Oh my God! I'm making out with Alan! This isn't just a brief kiss, this is the real deal! His tongue - it's in my mouth! MY tongue is in HIS mouth! How'd that happen? And it feels GOOD! So warm. So wet. So alive! It's like a dance. God, it feels good! It's nothing like I imagined it! It's so much BETTER!

So this is French kissing. Wow! I have no idea how this happened; I'm just so glad that it did! Alan! Oh, Alan! Yes! Your lips - magical! More! Give me more! I need to breathe, I need air, but I can't stop! And what's this? His hands. His hands are roving all over my body! Now they're on my ass! No way! I love it!

Still half asleep, Alan was on autopilot. He pulled himself up into a sitting position.

She followed with him, because they had been lying in an awkward position for their prolonged kissing.

His hands wandered all over her, playing with her hair, fondling her ass, exploring up and down her shapely back, until they stumbled over the ties to her halter top. His hands knew what to do with those, but while her straps fell down, her top stayed in place because his chest was pressed tightly against hers. Soon though, his hands encountered nothing but smooth, soft skin in their travels over her flawless back.

Christine was so caught up in the kiss that it took some long moments before she noticed the knots retaining her halter top had come undone. In part that was because she didn't feel the two quick tugs on them, as lost as she was in the pleasure of his caresses. She did feel a thumb slide in under the waistband of her bottoms, though. All it took was a smooth, steady pull, and her bottoms slipped snugly up into her ass crack. She opened her eyes wide and gave a startled "Mmmmphf!" into his mouth.

Her heart began to pound wildly, as she realized her ass was almost completely exposed. No way! Ten seconds, and he's got his hands right on my bare butt! I'd better put a stop to this, this boy is DANGEROUS! God, his hands feel great, though!

But she quickly became distracted by something else. What is that that I'm sitting on? Oh my frickkin' God! I CAN TOTALLY FEEL HIS ERECTION! I thought it was... Actually, I hadn't given any thought to what it was, but DAMN! I know what it is now! It's so big! So BIG! So hard and long! I really want to wiggle all over it and even squeeze it with my hands, but I shouldn't! God! This is exciting!

Yet, even as she protested in her mind, her hips started experimentally wiggling over it. She was so excited that she forgot to breathe for nearly a minute. But her fears and sense of propriety got the better of her and she stilled her hips.

Alan was also growing increasingly excited. At first, he wasn't as worked up as she was, because French kissing a woman was such a commonplace occurrence in his life lately, and he didn't even realize who he was kissing. He couldn't immediately tell by her body either, because he was intimately acquainted with several other perfectly formed and firm-bodied women, with breasts in the E-cup range, that he could have woken up with instead.

But then he felt one of her curly locks of hair brush against his skin, and it fully hit him: Wait a sec, this is Christine! I'm kissing Ice Queen CHRISTINE! And she's kissing me back! Holy FUCK! How'd that happen?!

The reality of a very lusty, busty Christine in his arms and on his lips drove away all thoughts of his usual vow to keep things strictly platonic with her. He decided to make the most out of the experience while it lasted, in case the whole thing was some kind of mistake and his good fortune didn't last for long. He'd admired Christine's fantastic body for years, and he'd kissed and hugged her some on their practice dates, but those were greatly restrained compared to what was going on now. He hadn't felt able to just put his hands anywhere he liked before, which he apparently could get away with at the moment.

He had a hand underneath her halter top that was gently but firmly fondling her left breast, while his other was caressing her taut belly. He didn't know how long she'd allow him such liberties, so he brought his other hand up to her jutting globes too.

To his surprise, her only response was a contented purring.

Feeling emboldened, his hands continued to roam all over her centerfold-perfect body, until they found their way back to her heart-shaped ass. Good God! No way! I'm clenching her bare ass cheeks with both hands, and she's letting me! I'm actually cupping and fondling her deliciously ripe, naked bubble butt, and she hasn't smacked me or anything! In fact, she's kissing me with even MORE abandon! This is too good. I need more!

He cursed the bandages on his hands; the heavy wrappings were making it hard to bend his fingers. His euphoria over grabbing her ass was so great though that he ignored the pain he was feeling. He brought his less injured hand back up to her breasts. She had shifted in his lap, so that both of her fantastic orbs were mashed against his chest, but he managed to slip his hand between their bodies. He cupped a huge tit in one hand, while his other hand continued kneading and exploring her firm, rounded ass cheek. Slowly but surely, the halter top was falling further down.

Sweet! Now, we're talking! It's Christine-a-go-go all over! I love her ass, but these are the PERFECT tits! Damn, she's a naturally talented kisser, too! Holy shit, her top's basically come off too! Did I do that? I guess I must have, but I don't even remember. Christine's bare boob! Fan-FUCKING-tastic! Nipple, I need nipple!

But Christine was so involved in the kiss that she forgot to breathe again, and eventually she started to run out of air. Breathless, she finally broke the kiss and pulled back, gasping for air.

No longer pillowed against Alan's chest nor restrained by her halter, her heavenly globes swung free. Christine looked down and saw her bikini top lying on his legs. Confused, she uttered a puzzled, "What?"

No sooner had the word left her lips than realization dawned - she was topless! And Alan practically had his nose in her phenomenal cleavage. She sat back, which coincidentally displayed her beauteous boobs to their best advantage (although it meant she wasn't rocking on his throbbing pole any more).

Alan's eyes were quick to seize and claim their advantage, feasting on her serendipitous display. A bright night lamp behind Alan illuminated Christine against the background of the evening sky, so it was like her body was the only thing in the world for him to see.

She immediately wrapped her arms across her chest, as her face flushed hot in embarrassment. But in her haste, she didn't cover herself well at all, which just made her ripe melons squeeze out in an even more mouthwateringly delicious way.

She was mortified, but being nearly naked and vulnerable in front of Alan was also a huge turn on. Her pink nipples stood up, proud and alert, like sentinels startled awake by a strange sound in the night. Her flush spread further down her neck and over her breasts, making the skin prickle all over her body.

Worse yet, she could feel her clit starting to engorge and stiffen, as it slowly awakened from its slumber. Oh no, not that! I'd just die if he found out about that! She was ashamed about her extra large clit. (It wasn't grossly large, but it was big enough for her to get teased about it a couple of times during showers in P. E.)

Mesmerized, he reached out with both hands and gently hefted her twin beauties. He twirled her erect nipples between thumb and forefinger, lightly at first and then more roughly, feeling them get harder and harder as more blood rushed to them. Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Two-plus years I've wanted to do this! What nipples! Sweet! Totally sweet!

She looked down at his hands having their way with her boobs. She was scandalized, excited, and more than a little bit aroused. Her body trembled with fear and desire, and the smell of aroused pussy was thick in the night air, but she didn't make any move to push his hands away. "Alan! WHAT are you doing?! You can't just do that!"

He was so absorbed by feeling her pillowy mounds he barely heard her. "Huh? Do what?"

"You can't just go around taking women's clothes off! And, and, and playing with their breasts! Mmmm. And their nipples. Oh." She immediately felt silly. What a stupid thing to say. Obviously he can. He just DID! He's just not supposed to. And... Oh my God, that feels great! My nipples are TINGLING! ALL of me is tingling. I need to regain control!

He reluctantly released her breasts and said, "Umm, sorry. But you started it... uh, didn't you?" He picked up her halter top and held it out to her. "Here's your top, I don't know how that happened."

"I didn't start it! I don't do that. You're the one who kissed me!" Christine stared at the proffered top, realizing that if she moved an arm to take it she would expose even more of herself (not that it mattered much, since her arms were mostly below her rack, and tit-flesh was lewdly bulging out above them).

"Yeah, but that's only because you draped yourself over me and said, 'Alan, please!'" He was confused, and growing annoyed because this dispute was distracting and delaying him from more breast fondling. He also felt silly sitting there holding her top out to her when she wasn't taking it.

At the same time, Christine was miffed at being misunderstood. "No, I didn't mean it like that. I was just so glad that you're okay." She continued looking at the top, and wondered what she should do about it. This is silly. I willingly took my top off in front of him on the beach yesterday. This isn't any different, is it? Other than the fact that we're alone? And sitting in the same chair? And his boner is sticking nearly out of his swimsuit?

Her eyes locked in on his crotch. Jesus Christ, that thing is ALIVE! It's twitching and wiggling! Oh God, I can't let it touch my clit! Down girl, DOWN!

"Why wouldn't I be okay? And don't you want this?" he asked, genuinely puzzled. He was still holding the top out to her.

"Huh? Oh." She was undecided, so the silence stretched as the two of them sat looking at the top in his hand. Finally, she shook her hair back and dropped her arms, as if she did this every day. Trying to keep her voice light and unconcerned she said, "Why? What's the big deal? Right? I mean, I had my top off yesterday at the beach, right? So, where were we?" She gulped, her mouth suddenly dry, her heart pounding wildly. She'd never felt so exposed or embarrassed in her life. Even her experience of being topless in front of Alan AND Glory at the beach didn't compare, because here she knew that now she was basically offering her body for him to play with and not just showing him what he was missing.

He stared in amazement for a moment, but he wasn't going to argue, not if it meant a chance to ogle and fondle her goodies some more. He was having a hard time not cumming, just from the visual splendor of her perfect body, but he kept his cool. He tossed the top on the ground next to the chair.

As she turned her head to watch it land, he leaned forward and confidently cupped her breasts again with both hands. "I think this was where we were. So, tell me. Why wouldn't I be okay?" he repeated.

She gulped again, and shivered all over. She looked down at his fingers, which had resumed expertly tweaking her nipples. Well of course, he's a tit man. What did you think he was gonna do? she chided herself. But why does he have to be so... well... commanding about it?

But a commanding man was exactly what she wanted deep down inside. It was what she'd been fantasizing about lately, because she knew she needed someone like that to cut through her doubts and hesitations. She felt an even stronger involuntary shiver of sensation reverberate outwards from where her skin touched his fingertips, to coalesce in seemingly totally unconnected places, as if they were being tickled and itched at the same time. She was temptingly close to a climax already. God, I can feel that all over my body! So... GOOD! What were we talking about, anyway?

She thought back to her nightmare, and that snapped her back to full mental alertness. She remembered with vivid clarity the sight of him falling off the building, and the sickening crunching sound of his body hitting the concrete two stories down. She dropped her head and chest back down and enveloped him in another tight hug. "I was having a nightmare. A terrible nightmare! I dreamed you were DEAD! Or at least badly maimed. And it was all my fault!"

He'd had some experience with sobbing women lately (or, in this case, a woman on the verge of sobbing), and quickly took quick steps to soothe her. He grudgingly released a breast and brushed her hair back. Staring into her eyes from just inches away, he said kindly, "It's okay. Don't worry. It's probably just an after effect from the fight today. Was your dream about a fight?"

She nodded. "Yeah. And I tried to save you, but I couldn't save you!"

"You see? It was just your stress about the real fight coming out. The dream doesn't mean anything. Remember, in real life, you DID save me. Don't forget that. I know I never will!"

He saw a few tears leak from her eyes. He decided drastic action was needed, something to make her forget all about her nightmare. He bent his head down and kissed his way up the curve of her neck and onto her chin. He kissed his way all over her face. He didn't stop there, and soon his lips were back on hers.

Surprised, she opened her mouth to speak, but that merely gave him an opening to slip his tongue in. Soon they were passionately engaged in another open mouthed kiss.

Sure enough, his plan worked. She didn't completely forget her dream, but its emotional power faded away. Before long, all she could think about was how good it felt to make out with him. (Admittedly, he didn't have to do much in order to distract her, since she was so hot to trot to begin with.)

In their new position, she could feel the hard bulge of his erection again, as it pressed against her bare belly. This excited her more and more, even though it also scared her. She could feel its warmth through the thin material of his swimsuit, just above her skimpy bikini bottoms. It's hard, incredibly hard! Did it just twitch? It seems like a living creature, all on its own! It's SO HARD!

Her breathing quickened, and she felt wetter and more aroused than ever before. So far, making out with Alan had been everything she'd dreamed about, and more.

She longed to do something with the warm, throbbing bulge that she could feel so prominently, but that was an even more daunting prospect than knowing what to do with her hands. The fact that it was Alan's penis in particular made her heart pound so hard that she felt it would rip out of her chest. This is an incredible chance! Dare I touch it or rub it in some way? But what would he think? What should I do?!

She chickened out from touching it with her hands, but she'd wiggled her crotch against it a few minutes earlier, and decided that she wanted to try more of that. Experimentally, she shifted her position slightly, causing her body to rub a little over his erect cock. This was what she'd done earlier, but the difference was that she was many times more aroused now, and bolder. Wow! That feels so good! This must be what they call "dry humping." Dare I do more? ... YES!

Tentatively, she shifted again, sliding more directly on top of him, trapping his thick meat between their bodies, so she could feel it even better. Soon, she was squirming back and forth continuously, trying to rub it as much as possible while pretending not to, as she grew wetter and wetter. Her heart was pounding like a drum and she was forced to try to mask her increasingly ragged and heavy breathing so he wouldn't suspect. She got so carried away that she forgot about her desire to hide her big clit from Alan (he noticed it, but with everything else going on, he didn't pay it any special mind).

Alan loved all the "shifting" (although he just thought she was getting more excited in general and didn't realize she was doing it on purpose). Her continual movement felt almost as good as a handjob, and it sent his libido into overdrive.

Before long, both of them were enjoying the "shifting" so much that they gave up on the kissing and devoted their combined attentions to that. He wound up grasping her ass cheeks with both hands and lifting her entire body up and down, so she could slide all over his shaft.

She couldn't believe how indescribably good this felt. She knew that her bikini bottoms were completely soaked, and there was no way he could miss that or the heavy pussy scent in the air, but she didn't care. She raised an arm into the air and whooped with joy, as a great climax crashed over her and through her.

Even after her climax, she easily could have kept going, sliding and grinding on his cock for hours.

But there was no way he could miss her orgasm, and that reminded him that he was getting dangerously close to climaxing too. And a man's orgasm was much more obvious than a woman's. True, the front of his swimsuit was fairly wet (more from her juices than his pre-cum), but it would be a different thing entirely if his cum started spurting and flying all over the place. He had no idea how she'd react to that.

So he stopped raising and lowering her so much, and thought, Wow, Christine is so hot! This is almost as good as real fucking! But she's new to this; I better make sure she doesn't do something she might regret tomorrow. Time to give her a little breather. Using great force of will, he kissed her on the mouth, forcing their bodies to stay relatively still so their lips could stay in contact.

She seemed more or less content with that, as she'd already had her orgasm and was starting to get some second thoughts about going too far, too fast.

After another minute or so, he broke off their mutual tonsil examination and kissed his way around her face instead. Their bodies were calmer now, although her pussy lips still rested on top of his dick, separated only by two thin layers of fabric. He murmured warmly, "Christine, you're so beautiful. So wonderful."

She reflexively said, "No, I'm not."

He kissed his way to her ear. "You are! My God, I have to be the luckiest guy in school, to be here with you like this."

Unfortunately, that "luckiest guy" comment reminded her of how he had a number of other lovers. She said with some bitterness, "You are the luckiest guy in school, but not because of me. It's because you're having sex with a whole bunch of women!"

As soon as she said that, she regretted it. She sat up and covered her mouth with her hand as if to catch her words from escaping. "I'm sorry, Alan. I always say the wrong thing. I always RUIN things! Arrgh!"

CHAPTER 3

Sensing the mood turn serious, he gently pulled his legs out from under her, so he could sit more comfortably and without their privates touching. Seeing her tense up, with her hands clenched into fists, he cupped her chin in his hand and stared lovingly into her eyes from inches away. "What's wrong? I wasn't offended."

She sighed, and dropped her hands (inadvertently exposing her full breasts again in the process). "I know. It's just that I... have issues. I mean, I love, I love, love, love, LOVE what we're doing. I especially love the way you kiss me. It makes me so happy. You banished away my nightmare and all of my worries about that. But then I have NEW worries about what we're doing. I'm so torn. I was having so much fun, but then I reminded myself about all your girlfriends. That makes the whole thing bittersweet for me."

He had completely forgotten about his private vow to not get physically involved with her, in order to save her from his problematic harem lifestyle, but now it all came back and hit him like a slap in the face. He winced. Damn! I was practically dry fucking her a minute ago! What was I thinking?! He mumbled, "Yeah, I see what you mean."

She asked, "Is it true? Is it true about you having some sort of harem? I keep hearing things and even seeing things, but I just can't believe it."

He thought, Oh, man, I do NOT want to have this conversation. Especially not now. Just look at those magnum mamas! I was just starting to have fun with them. Why'd I have to talk about how lucky I am? IDIOT! Oh, well. On the other hand, my vow. Can't forget the vow. He sighed. "It depends on what you might call a harem, I guess."

She shot him an angry look. "Don't go all Bill Clinton on me all of a sudden. Next, you're gonna say it depends on what the definition of 'is' is. Do you or do you not have a group of lovers, say, more than three, who are all basically permanently attached to you?"

He wanted to quibble, such as questioning the definition of "permanently," but he realized that was just delaying the inevitable. He closed his eyes and winced. "Basically, I do."

She stared at him, hard. "'Basically.'"

He sighed, realizing the erotic mood was gone for the moment (although a residual lusty mood remained, which helped explain why she wasn't bothering to cover up, even with the cool night air). His erection kept threatening to wilt, but the fact that she was sitting right in front of him, wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy bikini bottoms soaked in her own juices, prevented that from happening. "It's hard to explain. But this is why I've been trying to keep from getting involved with you, because of the other women in my life. You believe in exclusivity, and for you, I think that's very much the right choice. So I don't think you would ever accept my complicated life."

"Yeah, I have issues with that. Big issues. It's just so wrong!"

"It's not wrong. I don't wanna go on an anti-Christian church rant here, but I feel one coming on. Christianity is great in and of itself, but the ways churches have practiced it have twisted it all around. What did John Lennon say? Something about how Jesus was a great guy, but his followers were thick and ordinary. And Neil Young sings in a song: 'churches all teach sex is wrong, Jesus, where has nature gone?' My point is, it used to be that most cultures around the world were NOT monogamous. Islam even still allows multiple marriages. But the Christian churches taught that any sexual pleasure is a sin and you can only have one partner, if even that. Priests don't even get one! Christine, think about it. Maybe what you've been taught about monogamy vs. polygamy is only a social construct of this culture we live in. It's not the one and only way to do things. If you were born into a different culture, you might have been raised to think polygamy was perfectly natural."

She frowned. "Well, you might have a point... in theory," - and even that much of an admission made her curl her lip in distaste - "but that's an awfully convenient position for YOU to take, bucko. It allows you to have sexy fun with who knows how many women."

"It's not like that! I LOVE them! Look, I know you may not believe me when I say this, but it's not just about sex. That's why I can't even think about letting them go. Besides, it's not like the fun is all one-sided. I give them a lot of pleasure, too. Sex is a wonderful, shared experience, or at least it should be."

She gave him a disgusted and disbelieving look.

He forced himself to keep his eyes on her face and not down at her lightly jiggling E-cups. She's so beautiful when she's mad, he thought. "Come on, when you see Amy and me together, doesn't it look like we're in love?"

Her eyes narrowed, dangerously. "It does. And that hurts. These things do affect me personally in a big way. What if you were dating a girl for a few months, only to be surprised that she was dating another guy the whole time? And then when you get mad about that, she'd says, 'Sorry, but it's none of your business?' Is THAT fair?"

"No," he admitted. "But it's not a fair analogy. I'm not cheating on you, since we're not in some kind of committed relationship. You've known about my other lovers - some of them, anyway - for some time now, yet you're still interested in me. Do you know how tough it's been for me to keep our relationship strictly platonic? It's been torture. But I know you would have trouble dealing with anything other than a monogamous relationship. Monogamy isn't for everybody, but it's what you need and what I think you deserve."

She frowned, and then said, "Fine. I see your point. How about this, then? You say you love Amy, right? Well, how would you feel if a few months from now, she decides that since you have other lovers, that it's okay for her to take another lover as well? Do you expect her to be exclusive to you?"

"Yes I do. She thinks our arrangement is just fine."

She grimaced. "Okay, bad example. She's got a perplexing attitude about that; I'm gonna have to talk to her about it. But what about Glory then?"

He answered carefully, while still forcing himself not to run his eyes all over her very nearly completely naked body. "Glory can do what she wants. She's her own woman. Of course, I'd be sad. Crushed, even. But the brutal fact is, the fact that I have other lovers would lessen the blow for me."

"But why not just allow her to have other lovers, then, and still be with you? I imagine even you have to be stretched pretty thin with all these women in your life. Wouldn't that be fair, and take some of the pressure off you?"

He thought, Speaking of taking the pressure off, I need some serious help with this painful boner! Even now, I can't get flaccid around this woman! Christ! I wish she'd get with the stealth stroking while talking program. Yeah, right! Like that'll ever happen. I must be horribly spoiled.

But he merely said, "Yes. That would be the logical thing to do. Call me a selfish bastard, I just can't do that. Now, if they want to sleep with other women, then I'm fine with that, strange as that may seem to you. Maybe it's a double standard, but I don't think a man can share the same woman with another man without there being big trouble down the road. I guess I can't help it, but I've got some of the possessive caveman in me." He immediately thought of his situation with Brenda and Adrian, and wondered how that would end up.

"It IS a double standard, Alan. You're taking advantage just because you can. I'll bet your women are chafing under your incredibly hypocritical rules." She crossed her arms underneath her bare boobs, but then realized how that sexily thrust them forward as if on a platter. She resorted to putting a hand on a hip instead to look suitably peeved.

"You'd think so, but they're not. Everybody's really happy and I truly believe that's not just some pose. Look at Amy, for instance. Talk with her. See if she feels like she's 'chafing.' But each person is different, and this arrangement isn't for everybody. I strongly suspect it isn't for you."

She said sadly, "I'm sorry, but you're right about that. Maybe you're right that we're doomed and can't be together. I can accept you have other lovers, on a purely rational level, but when I think about it and mentally picture you with another woman, it's like you're ripping my heart out. I know I don't have any right to claim an exclusive hold on you, not now anyway, but that's just how I feel. I can't help myself! When I think about those other women, I want to tear their eyes out. But I want to be with you so badly, too. I'm all messed up!"

Her words made him sad, but they came as no surprise. These kinds of problems were why he'd been trying to keep her at arm's length in the first place. He thought, If she's having these kinds of issues now, imagine how much worse it'll be if we get really serious! Man, this sucks.

She tried to push her sadness away, but jealousy came to the fore instead. She said bitterly, "I bet I can guess who else is in this harem of yours."

She leaned forward and dropped her head down, inadvertently causing her boobs to swing forward and appear to be a couple of sizes larger than they already were.

But Alan couldn't fully enjoy the display, since he was panicking over what she'd just said. He decided to tell her a bit more, if only to try to stop her from snooping around on her own. What can I tell her? Who can I tell her about? Mom and Sis are out of the question; she'll KILL me. Slowly and painfully! Brenda? She doesn't even know about Brenda. No, Brenda's just far too... Brenda-ish. Between her insanely huge boobs and her submissiveness, that's just a bad idea all around. Hmm, Suzanne. Now, there's a possibility. That should shock her enough to get her to back off. But she's got to agree to stop snooping first.

He said, "Okay, I'll make you a deal. I don't want to play 20 questions with you. It's not fair to me, because you put me in the position of either answering your questions and violating someone's privacy, or lying to you to protect them, neither of which I find acceptable. But if you agree to stop questioning me on this, I'll tell you about one of the women I love."

"Well, I already know you are sleeping with Amy and Uber-Bitch Heather. And I know about Ms. Rhymer, too, since I caught you on the beach with her."

Alan leveled his gaze at Christine, meeting her eyes. "See, that's exactly what I'm talking about, she has a right to her privacy."

Feeling chastened, she looked away. "Okay, yes, you're right. I stuck my nose into your private business. I was wrong, and it puts her in danger of losing her job. But you know, the two of you chose to get involved and flirt with danger. So where is your responsibility?"

"I know it's not an optimal situation."

She sat up and clenched a fist at him. "Optimal situation?! That's so weak! Alan, you're having sex with your TEACHER!"

"I know. In fact, it's a disaster. But haven't you heard the expression 'love is blind'? We love each other. It's not just a sexual attraction thing; she's a wonderful person. And kind, and smart, and nice, and yes, beautiful. I'm happy just to talk with her for hours. It's love."

"Oh, Alan." Tears welled up in Christine's eyes. She struggled not to break down, hearing him say what was so clear, that he really did love Glory. And Amy, too. Christine felt terrible, because she thought that meant there was no room for her. He obviously could handle the multiple lover situation, but she couldn't.

"I'm sorry, Christine, but the fact is, I love more than one person. It's complicated, and hard to deal with. Tell me, how am I supposed to choose? Really? Think about it. Am I supposed to go to people that I love and say, 'Sorry, I've decided to not love you anymore?' Is that what I should do? Should I decide to not care about YOU anymore? To be completely consistent with your monogamous thinking, should I stick with Amy only and never touch you again? I refuse to do that."

That last question hit her hard. She had no answer to the contradictions involved, and simply lashed out, "You're supposed to make sure you don't fall in love with multiple women at the same time, in the first place!" She pounded a fist on the arm of her lawn chair, creating quite an erection-inspiring tit-quake.

He gave a sharp, barking laugh. "Well, I wish someone had warned me about that before it was too late! Of course, two months ago I wouldn't have believed them. It's so surreal. Can't you see how things have gotten complicated for me?"

She reluctantly nodded.

"So anyway, will you stop snooping in my life, if I tell you one?"

She frowned and pouted, "I'm not sure I want to know."

He stared at her critically. "Then why play guessing games?"

She looked at him, and then looked down towards her feet. "Okay, I guess I'm curious. I can't help it. I really don't want to hear about it, but it's like I can't help myself. Maybe it's like seeing a car wreck - you don't want to look, but you can't turn away."

He waited while she stared off into the darkness beyond the pool of light around them. Although he remained focused on the conversation, with her eyes averted, he couldn't help but ogle her nearly completely nude body from head to toe. That revived his flagging erection.

Finally, she muttered, "Fine. Fine, tell me."

He said, "Okay, I really shouldn't be doing this without her permission, but if I tell you some more about my quote 'harem' unquote, maybe you'll come to understand that it's really about love and not just sex."

Unable to resist the temptation, she started to speculate. "Well, Amy's one, certainly, and Ms. Rhymer could-"

He held up a hand. "You don't know most of them. They don't go to this school. As for Glory, the exact nature of our relationship is something private between her and me. Would you want me to tell her what you and I've done today?"

Christine shook her head no very emphatically. That set off another inadvertent tit-quake.

While she had basically forgotten that she was topless, he certainly had not. Damn! How frustrating! For the first time in my life, I get to see Christine's huge hooters in all their glory, but we have to have a serious conversation that makes me actually wish they weren't so jiggly and distracting. I need to think. THINK!

After considering her words some more, he added, "So please don't ask then. Besides, if I did tell you all the names, you'd just start nosing around and invading their privacy. You must admit that you get far too curious sometimes. I don't think you'd like it if YOU were the target of snooping."

She hesitated. She knew the way she poked into other people's business was a very bad habit, but she couldn't help herself. "I'll try to be better, but I just have to know: does that include Heather? Please tell me you aren't in love with Heather. I couldn't stand it!"

He couldn't help but throw back his head and laugh at that idea. "In love with Heather?! God no, I'm not THAT crazy!" Actually, that wasn't exactly true, as he realized he did love her in some weird and unique way, but it was complicated and he knew that would launch a discussion he didn't want to get into.

Christine, though, was so relieved by his response that she jumped up from the lawn chair and shouted "YES!" She stretched her arms high up into the air in triumph. Words could not describe how happy she was to hear that he wasn't in love with Heather.

But by standing and stretching her body like that, she didn't fully realize what an erotic show she was putting on for him. The fact that she closed her eyes made it even more tempting for him to gawk.

And gawk he did. Jesus Christ! I wanna get my hands back on that body! She's so fucking athletic and fit! And stacked! God, this is painful, though! I need to CUM! Alan Junior is suffering! He needs to be sliding in along her pussy, like before. Or better yet, in her cleavage! Or sliding in and out of her hot mouth! FUUUUCK!

She froze in her stretched out position as she realized that he had to be staring at her. She was torn between lust and shame, and didn't know if she should cover up as best she could with her arms, or put on a sexy show.

Because of the nature of their conversation, she still felt more serious than aroused, although she was discovering that being topless in front of him felt surprisingly liberating and good. She let him ogle for a few more moments, and then opened her eyes and slowly pirouetted around to face him.

She sat back down on the lawn chair, keeping her back stiff and her bouncy bare tits thrust out. "Well, at least you show some judgment. Besides, how could I stop digging up dirt on her? I LIVE for that!"

He snorted mirthfully. "Okay, Heather, fine. School stuff, fine. There's probably no way you could stop that anyway, unless you stopped listening to all school gossip whatsoever, and that would be like asking you to stop breathing. But my private relationships outside of school, those are completely off limits. Plus, in school, I obviously don't want you nosing around about Glory, Amy, or people like that either. No snooping around me or my house to see whom I'm with or what I'm doing. And trying to be better isn't good enough. I want a complete no snooping firewall. Agreed?"

The way he so easily surrendered Heather to her made her conclude that he probably didn't care for her that much after all. I'm sure that on a purely sexual level, the bitch has her... talents. And with Alan being such an incredible stud, he's going to want to have only the very best. It pisses me off, and it has to stop soon, but as long as there's no actual love involved, I'm not going to tear her limb from limb. ... Yet!

She grudgingly mumbled, "Fine. Agreed. So who is this mystery girl you say you love?"

He took a deep breath and then blurted it out. "Suzanne, Amy's mother. I love her."

CHAPTER 4

Christine stood up and exploded in anger. "SUZANNE?! Dammit! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" She pounded the lawn chair in frustration, and then started pacing around. "That's wrong. That is so wrong!"

"Whoa. Hold on a second. Before we get into the whole wrong issue, how did you know?"

She calmed down just enough to explain, but she was still incredibly peeved. "Some months ago, she came by school to pick you up for some reason. I'd noticed her at school a few times before, after all, how could I not? Whenever she comes by, it's like a major event. Everybody stops and gawks at her walk. The way she walks is totally obscene, with her sashaying hips and the boom boom bouncing of her chest. Geez! It's ridiculous the way she's so overtly sexy! She's like Jessica Rabbit come to life."

"Everyone says that," he noted with a satisfied smile. But he wiped the smile from his face when she glowered at him.

She continued, "Anyway, I always keep my eyes open, as you know, and that day I saw her staring at you. And the way she stared at you, well, let's just say it was like you were a delicious candy bar, and she couldn't wait to eat you all up. So once I heard all these harem rumors, she seemed like a natural candidate, and her presence at the meeting this morning increased my suspicions. I'll bet you're sleeping with half the women who were there!"

He was intrigued by the revelation about the way Suzanne had been looking at him. Huh. Suzanne hasn't picked me up from school in a couple of months, at least. So that must have taken place before all the sexual craziness began. I'm so thick. She was that into me, and I didn't even notice? Of course, back then I wouldn't have believed a drop dead gorgeous fox like her could be interested in an ordinary guy like me.

As for the meeting, what would Christine think if she found out I'm sleeping with ALL the women there, except her? Man! She'd flip out.

But he didn't have much time to think, because Christine stood in front of him in all her near naked glory and poked her finger at him accusingly. "How COULD you, Alan? How could you?! Not only is she Amy's mother, but she's MARRIED!"

"Now, hold on. Yes, she's married, but only technically, as their love completely died years ago. She's still been living in the same house as her husband so they can keep the family together, but now that Amy and her brother are old enough, the divorce is already in process. She and her husband haven't so much as kissed each other in years!"

She shook her head. "Poor Amy. I can't believe you're doing this to her."

"Poor Amy? You don't know what you're talking about. Amy puts on this airhead act, but she's really not like that. She seduced me with an elaborate plan, and both she and Suzanne have been 100 percent in agreement on sharing me all along. She's probably smarter than you and me put together. So don't criticize things you don't know. Go ask her about this. I want you to, so you'll see that what I'm saying is true."

Despite the seriousness of the discussion, thinking about Amy brought a smile to Alan's face. Do I have the most perfect girlfriend in the world, or what? I can picture her right now. She's probably sitting at home with Mom and Kat, wearing something super sexy, if she's wearing anything at all, wondering where I am. Not only is she eager to share me with Suzanne, she's eager to share me with anyone I want! No wonder Christine can't understand her; I can barely fathom it myself.

Meanwhile, Christine thought, The very idea that a girl would willingly share her boyfriend in a sexual way with her own mother, and even happily agree to such an arrangement, is beyond bizarre! I'd be a lot angrier about the whole thing, except I remember how delighted Amy was when she told all her friends at school that she's sharing her boyfriend with other girls. Heck, Amy even offered to share him with ME! I'm gonna have to have a long talk with her - I must be missing something.

She shook her head incredulously, and then said, "I'm sorry. I guess one reason I'm bothered so much is simple jealousy. I mean, who can compete with the great Suzanne?"

"'The great Suzanne', huh? She is pretty great, actually. What do you know about her?"

"Well, um, next to nothing, I suppose. Just seen her here and there. The meeting this morning was the first time I've spent any time talking to her beyond social niceties. But she's just soooo sexy, soooo confident, soooo smart, soooo... well, everything. But especially sexy. That's really daunting. This whole harem thing of yours is REALLY daunting! I can't handle it. Just thinking about it makes me angry and jealous."

She tried to control her rising emotions, but didn't succeed very well. "I expect better from you, Mr. Alan Plummer! Although, given your boob mania, I shouldn't be surprised. Woe be unto any woman with D-cups or larger, including myself!"

"Hey, it's not like that."

She grumbled unhappily, "It sure looks like that to me! Heck, your mother is as endowed as Suzanne is. If I were her, I'd watch my back around you."

He was very perturbed by that comment, but tried not to show it. For one thing, it immediately brought to mind images of a naked Susan sneaking up on him from behind and rubbing her big breasts into his back while cooing into his ear something about horny mommies needing son-cock to play with. He felt his erection surge, but he pretended to be outraged. "Hey!"

She'd been lashing out with that comment, trying to hurt, but she immediately felt very bad about it. "Sorry, that was uncalled for. But hell, you even sleep with HEATHER, the Queen Bitch of the Universe! You'll sleep with practically any busty and beautiful woman!" As she said the word "Heather," her face turned sour, as if she'd swallowed a lemon.

He waved a hand in the air dismissively. "Heather's a whole different, complicated deal. One that I'm trying to extricate myself from, by the way. It isn't exactly easy because Heather could blow her top and practically nuke the school if I don't play my cards right with her."

That gave Christine pause, since she could easily imagine Heather in a vindictive mood.

He continued, "But Christine, you have to understand that Suzanne seduced ME. It was about the same time Amy did, in fact. Eventually, both knew what the other one was doing, and fully approved. And why? Because they were both in love with me. You may think that it's all about lust and sweaty sheets and nothing more, because of Suzanne's looks and the age difference, but it's not. We're in love! I know it's hard to understand, but it's real. It is possible to fully love more than one person, just like a parent loves more than one of their children."

That brought her up short. To avoid admitting he'd scored a point, she folded an arm under her huge hooters and glowered at him. Finally, she thought of a comeback. "Huh! She's old enough to BE YOUR parent!"

"Are you saying it's impossible to love or be with someone of a different age?"

"No. But there is age difference, and then there's nailing your girlfriend's MOTHER!" she complained bitterly. Dammit, it's hard to argue against his "love" argument, but it still isn't right! "It's not like I need to know the details about these others though, since I can guess what they're like well enough. I'll bet they're all incredibly beautiful, and with huge busts to boot. What is it with you and big breasts, anyway? Am I supposed to believe that you're really in love with all these women, and the fact that all your lovers look like that is just total coincidence?"

He struggled to keep looking her in the eye and not drift his gaze down to her own remarkable bust, especially given what they were talking about. "I'll admit it's hard to believe, but that's basically the truth. I can't explain it. Maybe I'm just really lucky. But look at me and you. Yes, you're sexy, and yes, you're busty, but is that all there is between us? Just lust? Is there no friendship? Is there no love? Doesn't our relationship go much, much deeper than just that?"

"I don't know," she replied, knowing that she did know and that he was right. But she was being difficult because she was so upset with him.

"Come on," he urged. "Physical attraction is obviously a part of it. Would we be kissing and stuff if you didn't find ME attractive? Big breasts like yours get you noticed, as I'm sure you've discovered first hand. They can be fun for both you and your partner in bed, believe me. But big boobs don't make a woman beautiful on the inside. It's the person behind the eyes that you fall in love with."

Seeing that she was wavering, but unconvinced, he continued, "I have to admit that I've been extremely lucky. I seem to have something women really like, and in the last couple of months I've had sex with lots of women. I've turned into kind of a 'mimbo,' a male bimbo. For some reason, I was very lucky and wound up sleeping with some extremely attractive women. But you know what they say: beauty is only skin deep. I think I would have settled down from my promiscuous ways before too long, if the only thing I had in common with these women was the sex. But along the way I connected with a handful on a different, deep level."

She scoffed, "A handful?!" Of course, she knew that already, but any reminder tended to set her off.

He ignored that, and pressed on, "You're one of them. You've got it all: beauty, personality, intelligence, and a kind heart. Remember, you were my first choice, the one I wanted to date the most."

He was unable to look her in the eye, and stared down at his hands in his lap. "Christine, I don't know what this means exactly, but I think I love you. ... No, I KNOW I love you."

CHAPTER 5

He'd been on a roll, expressing his feelings as honestly as he could, while needing to keep certain things secret, but he had no idea where he was going with those words. When he said, "I think I love you," it surprised him as much as it surprised her. Once he said it, though, he knew it to be true. It was something he'd never consciously realized before, and it hit him like an epiphany. That's why he added, "No, I know I love you."

Her surly facial expression vanished, replaced by a look of total shock.

Alan knew he had to strike while the iron was hot. He moved in to kiss her. He said, "Christine, I want to kiss you again so very much, but I won't if you don't want me to."

She shot him an angry look, but then said testily, "Shut up and kiss me already, you fool!" Then her face turned to a lusty and eager one as she closed the distance until their lips touched.

Within seconds, her anger had been forgotten. The only things that mattered were the kiss and Alan's words "I know I love you." It was like a nuclear explosion, a supernova of desire.

She found herself thinking, Dammit! Damn ALAN! God DAMN that boy! I swear, he's just completely irresistible! I should be resisting, but I can't! The way his hands are running all over my bare skin is setting me on fire! The way he just took over and pulled me down onto the lawn chair! Gawwwd! And his kisses, his kisses! It's like I'm melting. I'm turning into mush!

DAMN him! Why did he have to say "I love you" and melt my heart? I love you Alan Plummer, God dammit, but it's true! I love you! With all my heart and soul! I'm too afraid to tell you that to your face, but deep down I've known it for weeks now.

So, now what? What happened to my halter top after it slid off? Where did it go? She'd had her eyes closed to better savor their latest kiss, but she opened them and looked around until she spied her top lying on the ground some distance away.

Figures, she grumbled to herself. Stupid fucking tit fiend. I really should break this kiss off and go pick up my top. His hands are groping at my chest like he's only got a couple minutes left to live. And I would cover up, too, except that his hands feel so damn good! Dammit again! Arrgh!

He's really driving me crazy! His stupid magical fingers are bringing more pleasure to my nipples than I ever thought possible! What with his kisses and his "I love you" crap. I outta kick him into the next county. Mr. Smooth Operator, that's what he is. Says he loves me. HA! Probably just a bunch of bullshit so he can plunder my body more than he already has.

Only, only, he DOES love me! I KNOW he does! I can see it in his eyes, and I can feel it in his every touch! He's so caring and gentle, yet strong. Why does he have to love me? Why, why, why?! And why does he have to have a fuckin' HAREM?!

Oh God! Oh God! Now he's pinching my nipple so hard! I can't take it! I'm gonna scream! And that damned baseball bat of his is rubbing back and forth, pressing into me! It's so friggin' HUGE! I couldn't POSSIBLY take that in my pussy. There's no way! It's like squeezing a camel through the eye of a needle!

But my God. If I could. If only I could! The very thought is downright scary. If I could manage that fat slab of meat, the pleasure I could feel! I'd just DIE! Hell, I'm dying right now! I'm gonna cum any minute just from his kissing and his nipple play, and I never cum! The way he's running his hands all over me, so possessively, so MANLY! I never LIVED before today, I've never LIVED!

Alan was also feeling quite emotional about what was happening. He thought, Why did I just say that? "I know I love you." It's true, it's definitely true, but some things are better left unsaid. I've totally fucked up. My vow. What about my God-damned vow? Somehow we wound up necking, and more. That's just wrong. I should have stopped. I should have gone home. But noooOOOOoooo! Stupid me, I kept talking. I told her about Suzanne, and that was good. Honest. Maybe on some deeper level I was trying to sabotage things, 'cos it could never work out between us. But then I had to go and say that "I love you" stuff!

He lost himself in the kissing for the next minute or two, and then thought, What's maddening is how good this kissing is. I can't stop! I mean, it was good before, but this is just... wow! I've kissed a lot of women lately, but this is something else altogether! This is what they call a soul kiss. I should have known it: she's such a passionate, intense person, that it only makes sense that she'd be a passionate, intense lover!

He also was looking around as far as the pool lights would allow, and just like Christine, he discovered her halter top lying some distance away. Sweetness! I wonder how that got way over there. Is it my lucky day or what? I can't even remember how that happened - I kind of remember brushing her straps off her shoulders, but I didn't do any more than that, did I? Hell, who cares why - I'm in beautiful big tit heaven!

His brain more or less shut down for a while after that. Between the continued kisses and groping her bare breasts and her nearly bare ass cheeks, he was flying as high as a kite. The only fly in the ointment was his bandaged hands, limiting what he could do.

Meanwhile, she was thinking, He thinks he's lucky with women. Ha! Lucky, my ass! It's not just luck that he gets all the most beautiful girls - he's a sexual BEAST! If he's as sexually talented with those other girls as he is with me right now - and I'm sure he is - then it's no wonder they all fall in love with him. I'd fall head over heels in love, except that I'm in love with him already. And probably he falls in love with them in the same way they fall in love with him. This is a problem, to put it mildly, but at least I kind of understand things better now.

The sun had set about half an hour earlier, and now the last remaining light in the sky had faded. It had been a nice day, especially for late November, but it quickly began cooling off. Both of them were getting cold, but neither of them wanted to stop kissing because it felt so good.

Finally, their shivering grew too much. Alan broke their kiss and said, "Aren't you cold? I'm freezing."

"Yeah, I'm pretty cold." She looked around and saw the hot tub. "Hey. The hot tub. That'll warm us up."

"Yeah, good idea. But you know what would be a better idea? A MASSAGE in the hot tub. My muscles are sore all over, and I'll bet yours are too."

"Oh, great idea!"

He nodded happily, but then remembered his commitments. "Shit, I don't know if I can. I've got this thing to do to at six. It's an appointment and I can't be late."

Still in his arms, she raised an eyebrow and looked at him skeptically. "'This... thing?'"

"Yeah. This thing." He was thinking about his agreement with Ginger to pick up his many purchases at Stephanie's sex shop at six. He couldn't be late for that, since the shop was closed and Ginger was going out of her way to be there for him, since he had so many purchases to make.

"What kind of 'thing?'" she probed suspiciously, feeling jealous again. "You might as well say 'these things,' as in the bouncy boobs of some beautiful lady."

He frowned. "It's not like that. It's private, but I swear, it doesn't involve me having sex. Why would I lie to you about something small like that, when you already know I have sex with other women, and then tell you the truth about my big Suzanne secret? That doesn't make any sense."

She conceded the point. "Yeah, you're right. Sorry to be suspicious, but I'm just curious in general, and I'm having a real hard time with you being with these other girls. Say, what are we waiting for? Let's get in the hot tub."

"Yeah. Definitely. Only, what time is it? My appointment is at six sharp."

"I think it's around five thirty based on the sun setting, but let me check. Just a sec." She disengaged from him, turned around, and walked back towards the house.

CHAPTER 6

The sight of Christine's ass as she walked to the house while wearing only her tiny bikini bottoms was something to behold. She didn't sashay her hips in the exaggerated fashion that Suzanne was justifiably well known for, but her body was so outstanding that it didn't really matter. However, she did deliberately take her time getting to the house, wanting to give him a good view.

Halfway to the screen door, she paused and turned back in his direction. She said in a surprisingly sexy and teasing voice, "You're not going anywhere, are you?" Before he could respond, she cradled one of her huge E-cups and added in an extra sultry tone, "And you're not planning on playing with my titties any more, are you?"

His eyes practically bulged out of his head. She's flirting! She's totally flirting! And while she may not have it down to Suzanne-esque levels, with her body, who cares?!

He stammered, "Uh, um, no. To, uh, both questions."

"Good," she replied, as she hefted her breast up and down a little bit, and then let it bounce free on its own. "Because I don't know if I want you to play with my boobs for hours and hours." However, her tone indicated that she wanted just that. "If you kept that up, heaven forbid, the next thing you know you might even be kissing them." She winked, to make sure he understood. Then she continued to saunter off.

He gulped. Jeee-sus! Where did that come from?! If she does much more of that kind of sexy flirting, I'm a goner! His penis was pointing straight up in a very obscene fashion, even though it was still straining inside his swimsuit, and it was throbbing painfully. He was sure he could cum on the spot just by releasing his PC muscle.

Christine felt sexy. And that, in and of itself, was a new and wonderful experience for her. She'd known for years that she had a sexy body, but she'd never felt sexy. Now, she felt emboldened to flirt and tease like she never had before.

As Alan stared at her undulating ass cheeks, rising up and down, up and down, he thought, Man oh man! I could seriously take my erection right now and use it like a hammer to break bricks. That is one awesome babe! No flab on that ass - you could bounce a quarter off it!

During all of his ass fondling, her bikini bottoms had ridden up into her ass crack, making them look almost like a G-string from the back side.

She could have straightened the fabric out, but she didn't, wanting to give him a more delicious view. It took all her willpower not to fix it, however, because old habits die hard. She thought, God, I feel so NAKED! Here I am, topless, and for all intents and purposes bottomless too! I don't know what to think. It's all so... tingly! My pussy's feeling HOT! It's throbbing, too! She was even tempted to give him a sexy wiggle, but felt too embarrassed to do that, since she hadn't practiced any kind of move like that and she liked to be well prepared.

As she disappeared in the house, it was clear to Alan that she was doing something more in there than just checking the time (in fact, she was going to the bathroom). So, with her out of sight, he brought his hand to his crotch and slipped it inside his swimsuit. He grasped his erection, wet with pre-cum, and thought, Oh man! The agony! It's not that my penis is really hurting too much - the little guy has gotten pretty resilient lately - it's just that she's so sexy that I can't stand not cumming for even another minute!

He stroked his pole a little bit, but at the same time, he thought, But I can't. I've gotta hold out. She could reappear at any second, and what would she think? Not only that, but in a way, it would be even worse if I DO cum. I mean, where would the cum go? Shit! There's no time! I've got to let go of my dick! If I stroke it any more, I'm gonna blow!

However, his hand seemed to have different ideas, and he couldn't find the willpower to stop his light stroking. He was extremely close to the edge, and only his PC muscle trick kept him from making a big mess in his swimsuit.

The issue was decided for him after a minute or so, when he saw Christine reemerge from the kitchen. He quickly withdrew his hand from his crotch before she could see.

He started to think, Okay. I need to calm down! Down, boy, down! He looked at the lewd bulge sticking up and tried to flatten it with his hand, but that practically got him started stroking himself again. I need to take a strategic break before... oh... SHIT!

All thoughts of calming down flew out the window as he saw her open the screen door to come back outside. Since he was a tit man, it was the walking back towards him that was the real killer.

His heart was pounding as he thought, She's still topless! Jesus H. Christ! How can I resist that body? WHY should I resist that body?! She's perfect! Every inch, total perfection! She's in the Susan and Suzanne league of voluptuous... uh, er, perfection! She's literally a walking wet dream! My God! Can't think! Brain... melting! Heart... stopping! Penis... erupting!

He was only partially exaggerating about his body's reaction. It was an extremely close call that he didn't climax simply from looking at her walk.

Christine was extremely self-conscious about her looks, and it took all of her self-control not to cover her big boobs with both arms as she walked back. She was determined to look good for him. The very fact that it was such an obvious struggle for her, with embarrassment written across her face, only made her even more intoxicatingly arousing.

Again, she didn't walk in an especially sexy way, because she wasn't practiced in the arts of seduction. Then again, she didn't really need to be. All she had to do was walk slowly, and her jaw-dropping beauty took care of the rest.

Her boobs swayed one way, then the other, back and forth with each stride, in an incredibly enticing manner. They didn't move exactly the same way as the breasts of any of his other lovers did. They were uniquely Christine's boobs. The subtle interplay of factors and forces that made her breasts bounce with her stride was nothing less than a symphony of beauty played for his enjoyment, as far as he was concerned.

Dang! I almost have to give her the most perfect boobs award. My God, if I could fuck those puppies, all oiled up and pressed together, I would be in seventh heaven!

As she drew closer, her confidence increased, buoyed by the nearly rapturous look on his face. There was no way she couldn't notice the long log straining in his shorts, threatening to burst free of its confines altogether. Seeing that image boosted her confidence even more. For just about the first time in her life, she knew she was a smoking hot babe, and she reveled in that fact instead of trying to deny it.

Her only worry was her pussy. It had been drenched, but while inside the house, she'd rushed to the bathroom and dried it, and her bikini bottoms, as best as she could. Now, shamelessly parading her body in front of him, walking at less than half speed, while sashaying her hips and swaying her boobs as much as she ever had in her entire life, her pussy was so wet again that she was already concerned rivulets would start flowing down her thighs.

When she got back to him, she stood close, with her very erect nipples just inches from his bare chest. She was too shy to strike an elaborately sexy pose, but she did manage to stand with her shoulders back and thrust her chest out. She looked at his muscular chest, and longed to lean in until her nipples pressed against his skin, just like the way their lips had been pressing together.

She realized the bulge of his erection was again only a short distance from her bare belly. She fought the urge to lean in and press herself against it, to wiggle and grind against his erect rod. I wanna ride that, like I did before. Gawd, that sounds so nasty: I wanna ride Alan's cock! But it's true. I want him to grasp my ass tightly and grind me all over his cock like some kind of wanton slut!

Somehow, she managed to look up instead, and smiled.

His jaw nearly dropped to the ground upon seeing her stand there like that, looking so unabashedly proud of her sexuality.

Grinning at his reaction, she said, "I checked the kitchen cock. CLOCK! I meant clock!" That Freudian slip brought her down to Earth some. She blushed at his suppressed mirth, and then leaned over enticingly and punched him lightly in the arm. "Don't laugh. It's not funny." She sighed at his continued snickering. "You beast. It's a few minutes after five thirty, plenty of time left."

He couldn't resist - with a deadly serious face, he deadpanned, "Ah, yes. We must be careful about the pissing of the time, the dicking of the cock." Unable to contain himself any longer, he burst into laughter.

"Aaaaalan! That is NOT funny." But even though she was blushing with embarrassment, she couldn't help laughing too.

Between his own laughter, he said, "Dick, dick, dick," in imitation of a ticking clock.

Her chest heaved so much from her laughter that she was forced to cradle her rack with an arm until her orbs stopped crashing into each other. Trying to dissuade him from further teasing, she hit him in the chest again, only much harder this time.

"OW! The pain! The pain!" He clutched himself where she'd hit him, and really hammed it up, acting like he'd just been shot instead.

She tried to scowl at him, but she couldn't keep from smiling.

He gasped out as if it was his dying breath, "If I... don't... make it... tell my family... I, I, I... I love them!" But then he took his hands away from his "wound" and said in a normal voice, "However, I might live if you kiss it and make it better."

With a raised eyebrow and a theatrical sigh, she bent over again to kiss him near his right nipple. "Fine. Anything to get you to shut up." She gave his skin a quick peck on the spot he'd indicated.

"What?! You call that a kiss? You wounded the entire area. And let's see some tongue. You know what they say - the saliva heals wounds. That's why cats lick themselves all the time."

She gave another heavy sigh, but she kissed him all around his nipple, and on it too. She even licked him some. Despite the ridiculous way she'd gotten there, she was having fun.

He put a hand on her head to guide her. "There. I can feel the healing already. But straighten your legs and raise your ass up high. And sway your dangling tits a bit. That'll speed the healing." He reached out and cupped one of her full and drooping breasts. "Oh, and there's some collateral damage down by my belly button. You should probably kiss that too."

Only now did she realize what a lewd spectacle she was presenting, because her legs already were straight, her ass was up high, and her tits were dangling obscenely as he groped one of them. She imagined how horrified her parents would be if they saw her like that, and she started to straighten up. "Smart ass!" she complained.

However, he stopped her by kissing her on the lips. This allowed him to continue to play with her dangling orbs a little longer, while enjoying a smoldering kiss, too.

Eventually, they had to stop to recover their breaths, and that gave her the chance to straighten up after all.

He pretended to be indignant by her comment. "'Smart ass'? Oooh, now you've really got me mad. Take that, you brute!" He punched her, but his punch was so slow and soft that it was like it moved in slow motion. His fist finally made its way up to her chest and gave her an almost imperceptible love tap right on her right nipple.

She laughed. She rolled her eyes and joked sarcastically, "Ouch!"

Now, he feigned being extremely apologetic. "Oh no! I'm so sorry! So sorry! I should kiss that better, just like you did to me."

"Alan, don't even think..." But words failed her, because he moved like lightning and latched his lips onto her nipple before she realized he was actually going to do that. In her highly aroused state, it was like a bolt of energy hit her, and shot from her nipple straight down to her clit. It was such a shock that she jumped back, causing his mouth to disengage.

She was amazed by how good that felt. The second or two his lips made contact with her right nipple was almost better than an orgasm, making her shiver and tingle all over. In fact, it felt so good that it frightened her. Any more of that and she could lose control completely.

He suspected her jump back meant that she was annoyed he went too far. But her face was flushed and full of desire, so he thought he'd try again and see what happened. He joked, "Now, I can't do that to Veronica and ignore Betty. She'll feel left out." He leaned in towards her left nipple.

Christine chuckled. "I didn't know that my nipples had na-aaaaaAAAAAaaah!"

Her word turned into a siren-like unintelligible wail, because right at that moment his lips made contact with her nipple and she lost control. It was like sticking a finger in a socket and getting a shock, except the intense feeling was all pleasure. She stepped back in confusion again. Wha...? What happened?! I can put my lips to my own nipples, but it doesn't feel anything like THAT!

He let her be this time, but he noted what a strong reaction she'd had.

She looked around and noticed her halter top on the ground. Nodding towards it, she said, "I really should pick that up and put it back on, you know. You're dangerous!" She had no intention of putting it back on, and they both knew it, but she was having fun playing around with him. She felt more liberated and uninhibited than she'd ever felt before, and she loved it.

His eyes and mouth went wide, but in a comical and over exaggerated way. "Oh my God, that reminds me! Did I tell you about the alien invasion? The imminent alien invasion? All our lives are in danger!"

She put her hands on her hips, which in itself was incredibly sexy. She knew he was bullshitting. Grinning, she obligingly asked, "What alien invasion?"

"Oh my God, it's so SERIOUS!" He held her hand. "Let's walk over here towards the hot tub and completely AWAY from your bikini top, and I'll tell you all about it."

CHAPTER 7

She laughed heartily as she let him walk her towards the hot tub. "You're a case, you know that? A real case. Alien invasion, my ass."

"Yep. Those are two extraordinary things."

"What?"

"The alien invasion, and your ass."

She laughed again. "Liar! You just like me for my boobs."

Like a gentleman, he guided her into the hot tub (or maybe that wasn't so gentlemanly, since it gave him an excuse to put his hand on her ass and fondle it some more). "Not so. I love every single inch of you. On the inside and the outside. You're an amazing, amazing woman."

She snickered, "Hmmm, you especially seem to love the inches on my ass."

He brought a second hand to her other ass cheek, and gave both of them a good squeeze. But he deadpanned, "I have no idea what you mean."

She giggled, but then slipped free from his fondling. As she sat down into the tub, she said, "Outside AND inside, huh? So you like my spleen?"

"Like it? I positively LOVE it! You've got a totally sexy spleen. It's definitely on my Christine's Top Five Internal Organs list."

"You nut, get in the tub already!" She laughed yet again and reached up to pull him in the water.

She gasped. Oh my! It's so... BIG! There it was again in all its glory, that protruding bulge of thick, hard cock, straining to get free of his swim trunks.

With him standing directly above her, she had a great view of his tremendous erection. It was pushing out against his swimsuit so strongly that she could even see the outline of his penis head. Looking at its tented shape made her dizzy. Flustered, she gaped at it, awestruck, fearful, and lusting.

He stepped down into the lukewarm water. No longer confronted with his huge boner, she snapped her mouth shut and turned on the jets and the heater. The water started to heat up, churn, and bubble. Looking at his hands, she said, "Be careful of your bandages, so they don't get wet."

He replied sarcastically, "Yes, Mom." He immediately thought, Note to self: be very, very, VERY careful with any "Mom" mentions around Christine!

She went on, "Why don't I do you first, since my hands are more functional? I'll bet your mom doesn't tell you THAT. And I'm certain she doesn't do THIS!" She hugged him from his back side, as he already had started to turn around in the tub in response to her suggestion. As she said "THIS!" she mashed her huge boobs into his back. Her soft tit-flesh molded to his skin, but her hard nipples poked deep into it.

Oh, if only you knew! he thought. He was very glad she couldn't see his guilty face. Mom's tits feel exactly like that, too. Pure heaven! But he merely said, "Oh! Wow! You're right! That's some pretty special service."

"For a pretty special guy," she cooed. She started to massage his chest, but it was sort of half a massage and half a sexy fondle. She thought, with some frustration, Well, now I'm a total slut. I'm hopeless. I just can't help myself around him!

She wondered about his erection. She perched her head on his shoulder, and despite the bubbly and churning water, she could look down his body and see the tent in his shorts. If I were a good seductress, I'd keep massaging his front, working my hands down until they reached that bulge. Then I'd go to town on it. But I can't! I can't!

Just thinking about it, her heart started to pound wildly. But, what would happen then? "Go to town" - what does that mean, exactly? Would I just... stroke it? I'm not like sexy and talented like Amy or Heather; I'd make a fool of myself. Heather may be an evil bitch, but I'm sure she knows her way around Alan's penis. Most everybody else's too for that matter, the shameless slut! What would I do? I'd flail about like a beached fish! I don't know anything about anything, not really. Why did I have to be a "good" girl? She stomped her foot in the tub in frustration.

She noticed the water had made his swimsuit just a bit transparent, plus the fabric was clinging to him like a second skin, allowing her to clearly see the shape of his still straining erection. Oh, shit! I can see inside his swimsuit. Well, practically, anyway. There it is, right there! Oh, God! Ohmigodohmigodohmigod, it's HUGE! Women actually put that in their MOUTH?! No way! Heather is SUCH a SLUT! What's wrong with me? Whenever I think of her touching my man I get ill, but now imagining her with that thing in her mouth actually gets me hot! Help! I feel like I'm losing my mind!

She gave up on massaging his chest and resorted to a more standard massage of his back side. She was in a better position to do that anyway, and it allowed her to let her raging libido cool down.

After a minute or so, she tried to restart the conversation. "Now that we're settled, tell me all about this imminent Alan invasion. I mean, this alien invasion!" She blushed at her Freudian slip.

Remembering her punches from her earlier slip up, he gracefully ignored this one. "Um, I have a confession to make. There really is no alien invasion. I just said that to keep you from your bikini top."

"NoooOOOOoooo!" she said sarcastically. "Color me shocked! Shocked! I'm just like that guy in Casablanca who's shocked to find out about the gambling taking place as he collects his winnings. Alan Plummer, a tit man? Pass me the smelling salts!"

"Okay, wise gal. But you have to admit breasts are pretty great. I know you've complained how they're these useless things that hurt your back and get in your way, but didn't you like what I was doing to them earlier? Didn't that feel good?"

She blushed a little, as she thought about his hands and what they'd been doing. Her blush deepened, as she thought about his lips on her nipples and how good they made her feel. She teased, "That may be so, but you're still a relentless boob fiend."

He pretended to be offended, but he was just teasing. "'Boob fiend?' Me? I resent that. I also resent being called a Tit Terror, Breast Beast, Rack Maniac, or Hooter Looter."

She giggled and shook her head at his silliness.

"I tell you, I'm not going to take this disparagement of my character lying down." He literally stood up in the hot tub as he said that and struck a dramatic and dignified pose (that is, dramatic if you could overlook his raging boner, and she certainly couldn't). "I'll have you know that I'm a much more complicated person than you realize. I also really like asses."

She guffawed, but also thought, What if he'd gotten me out of my bottoms, instead? Or, in addition? That would be so hot! If only I'd worn the bottoms with tie strings. I was lying right on top of that thing; it was RIGHT THERE! I'd be in so much trouble! I wish we were back in the chair. Maybe his stiffy would accidentally pop out, and then I could hold... No! Too scary! And speak of the devil, there it is again! Doesn't it ever go down?!

Intent on wading around behind her, he didn't notice that her laughter was covering up her nervousness and raging lust. He said, "On a completely unrelated note, haven't you been massaging my chest long enough? Your hands must be tired. Why don't I massage your chest for a while?" He knelt down behind her in the water and brought his hands up to her wet globes.

She laughed some more, and mock squealed, "Help! I'm being attacked by a Breast Beast!" But she made no move to actually take his hands off her tits as he cupped their undersides.

As she relaxed back into him, she suddenly felt his erection pressing up against her ass. She gasped, and knelt stock still in the bubbling water.

His hands also suddenly went still as he realized where things were positioned. His erection was lined up right along her ass crack. In a way, this felt even more forbidden and arousing to her than when it had been pressing against her pussy lips.

She even stopped breathing, as the moment seemed to stretch into eternity. Wow, pussies really do throb. I always laughed at that when I read it in romance novels. Breathe, Christine. In. Out. Oh God, what if it slips out? What if I had no bottoms on? What if it slips IN?! That idea both alarmed and aroused her so much that her heart pounded like a big bass drum.

She had always thought she was a good girl. Even the idea of anal sex was disgusting to her, but out of nowhere she wiggled against him, anyway. She could feel the contours of his penis head as it wedged deeper into her ass crack. Oh my God, what am I doing?! I'm no slut! But that big stiff rod of his feels soooo GOOD! I'm glad I'm in the water so my suit is wet already.

She thought about making a joke to ease the sudden erotic tension. The line "Is that your big dick or are you just happy to see me?" came to mind. Then she realized there was no joke in that, as it was too close to reality. She decided to simply pretend that contact wasn't happening. Some moments later, she complained more seriously, "You silly, silly man. I wasn't even massaging your chest for more than a minute."

He was happy to go along with her denial of how their privates were gently grinding against each other, since that meant they could grind some more. He replied in a casual voice, "Far too long, in my opinion. You're probably all traumatized and exhausted, but I know the cure. Here, let me do this for the next few hours instead." He began fondling and pulling on her nipples.

She thought longingly, I wish! If only I could have hour after hour of this, please! She luxuriated in the way he teased and twirled her nipples. Each small movement seemed to go right to her smoldering pussy, which was tingling and throbbing with need. The warm, bubbling, churning water added yet another level of stimulation to her fully erect clit. Unconsciously, she swiveled and undulated her hips, rubbing against the iron bar pressing into her ass crack. Moment by moment the tension built, stretched tight like a harp string, until she was holding her breath in expectation.

He could tell she was getting close to an orgasm, and he wanted to push her over the edge. He was getting pretty close to shooting off himself by this point, so he wasn't fighting his own urges very hard. He started bouncing up and down on the bench in the tub, knowing that would cause her ass to bounce and grind over his thinly covered erection.

At the same time, he kneaded both her tits. With the other women he'd been with, he'd gained a sense of just how gentle or rough he should be when it came to breast play, mostly by the vocal feedback he received. Most of his women preferred a more gentle touch (although Brenda was an exception). However, with Christine, he noticed that the rougher he got, the more passionately she purred and moaned. So he went all out, digging deep into her tit-flesh as much as he dared.

She loved it. Soon, she was practically ready to hyperventilate. Ah! Ah! I can't take it! Too... good! So damn GOOD! All the grinding and kneading... AH! It's too much! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! This has to be better than sex; it has to, or else I'll DIE if he fucks me! GOD! HELP ME!

Then the tension snapped and she was there. She closed her lips to hold back a cry, and moaned through her nose in a long whine as the spasms began. She climaxed, trembling and gasping, the muscles in her thighs twitching.

"Whoa," he said in surprise. "You okay?" Not knowing what else to do, he just supported her, still holding her boobs from behind, until she was quiet again.

"Um, yeah. I'm just so tense. It feels good to release the tension. You know, from the fight." She was too embarrassed to admit that she just came, even though she guessed he'd realized it.

"Yeah. The fight." He did realize it, but he was willing to play dumb, if that gave her enough of a fig leaf to make her feel better.

God, I think I've been drugged, she thought. Yes, that must be it. That wasn't me that did that, it was some doped-up and hypnotized version of me. He hypnotized me with those devilish fingers of his. And that big dick. Mustn't forget about THAT!

She drew several deep, trembling breaths. She could scarcely believe that his hands were starting to knead and explore her tits again, when she'd barely had a chance to catch her breath. Then she realized that while she'd climaxed, and was feeling sensitive all over, he hadn't. He still needed his release. However, she still wasn't ready to help his penis with her hands.

Reluctantly, she said, "I think that will be quite enough playing with my boobs for today." She also was growing increasingly overwhelmed by the feeling of his stiff rod wedged in her ass crack. It seemed that he wasn't making the slightest move to fix that, so she wiggled out of his grasp.

CHAPTER 8

Christine struggled out of Alan's arms, and waded around behind him. Whew, this is a lot safer. Dammit, I miss his special touch already, though. But I need to get some control. It's all happening too fast! To distract herself, she returned to massaging his back and neck.

She thought, This is so good! A dream come true! Now I know why all the girls will so eagerly let him take full advantage. I've never had an orgasm like that in my life. Not even close! This is bliss, just cuddling with my man. She sighed contentedly.

His muscles actually felt quite tense, so she began digging her fingers in. He's so tight; maybe he's feeling the strain as much as I am. It feels good to press in deeply, just like the way he was pressing his erection deeply into my ass crack. Even though his penis was no longer touching her, she suddenly clenched her ass cheeks, imagining that she was trapping his stiff rod and squeezing it between them. In so doing, her fingers also dug in extra deep into his back.

"Oww," he complained.

Her fingers froze as she thought, DAMMIT! Christine, what's wrong with you, you've got a one track mind today! What was I thinking? I wasn't thinking, that's what. I practically let him do it in my butt!

By way of apology, she stopped her overly aggressive massage altogether and pressed her soft boobs into his back. Trying to make light of the situation, she said, "Sorry. It's all your fault, though."

"MY f-f-fault?" His voice stammered, as he was taken by surprise by the way she started to slither over his back side. She even wrapped a leg around one of his legs.

She felt triumphant, knowing that she'd caused him to lose his cool for a brief moment. "Yes, Mr. Tit Terror, all your fault. You're just too good with those fingers. That's why you're so much trouble. It makes me mad. And makes me forget that I'm mad at you. And I AM still mad at you. That whole Suzanne thing pisses me off. Where does your crazy harem lifestyle leave us?"

She was a bit miffed, but she was still blissed out from the climax and her tone lacked bite. In fact, even as she complained, her wet body continued to slide all over him.

Seeing that the conversation was beginning to touch on matters both serious and important, he interrupted the massage by turning around so they could make eye contact. The position was no less sexual, but now their front sides were pressed together instead. "Christine, I have to be completely honest: I really don't know. You know what I said earlier. My feelings for you are strong. I feel that you have strong feelings for me too."

She nodded shyly and almost imperceptibly. She was confident in so many things, but when it came to romance and/or sex, she felt completely lost.

He went on, "Look, I've gotten myself into a real fix, I know that. I'm in way, way over my head. When I have sex with a woman, I tend to fall in love with her, and I didn't realize that until it was a done deal. It started out real simple, but, one thing led to another, word got around, and I got swept along, like in a flash flood. Emotional forces were released that I can barely control. Now I'm in love with multiple women, and I can't live without them. Honestly! And there's more than one or two, there's a handful."

He gave a wry laugh and thought to himself, They're a real handful, alright. He thought about the emotional strain of trying to deal with them all at the same time, but he envisioned cupping Susan's milk-filled F-cups with both hands.

With her hard nipples pressing intently into his chest, he thought, Why the fuck not play some more? If she doesn't like it, she can complain. I've been worshipping her body for years - I can't get enough! He turned around and brought his hands back up to her hefty rack.

She wiggled about a little bit, as if she was trying to get out of his grasp, but she didn't try hard at all (in fact, both of them greatly enjoyed the wiggling). After a few seconds, she "gave up" altogether and instead said with bitterness, "Poor Alan, your life is such a trial."

He hefted her boobs up with both hands and resumed mauling them.

Outwardly, she looked like she was suffering greatly from his aggressive tit-play, but that was only because she was struggling hard not to be overwhelmed with sexual pleasure. It felt so good that she thought she might pass out at any moment, yet she fought hard to remain engaged in the conversation.

As he worked the undersides of her soft globes, he replied, "Hey, I'm not looking for pity. Love happens. I can't control the where or when or who or how. It just happened, and now this is the reality I'm living with. I didn't plan this, and I definitely wasn't prepared for it."

She tried to look at his situation more sympathetically. "Surprisingly, I can understand what you mean. I mean, I had feelings for you before today. UGH!" She groaned with arousal. "But what we've done just now, the physical intimacy... It did something to me. I just want to... be with you all the more." She was going to say "love you all the more," but she chickened out at the last second. "So I can totally understand where these women are coming from if the same thing happened to them. You have a special touch."

She looked down at his busy fingers and wryly noted to herself, Yeah, a particularly special touch with my nipples. Geez, you love those things! It actually was a relief to her that he'd switched to nipple play for a while. since his rough all over tit fondling was driving her wild.

After steadying her breath, she continued, "And I don't think it's just my inexperience. Other girls, when they talk about their boyfriends, it's nothing like this. The problem is that you got involved with all these different girls. You should have just picked one and stuck with her."

He thought, I did pick just one, but she turned me down. But he resisted the urge to rub it in by saying it out loud. They'd been there and done that. However, it still hurt him.

Instead, he said, "I know. It was dumb, but I don't regret it. It's not just the great sex I'm enjoying, although there is that. I'm surrounded by so much LOVE. I'm even more addicted to the love than to the sex, believe it or not. The intimacy. The bonding. It's all so good."

She nodded, trying to understand. She could sort of see what he meant, but at that same time she was having a hard time masking her jealousy and moral outrage. One boy just didn't have a "handful" of lovers. It went against everything she believed. She would have been a lot angrier, and probably would have yelled at him, had he not been doing such arousing things to her body as they talked.

He ran a hand over her taut belly just under the water as he continued, "So, on one hand, I love what happened today, and I don't want it to stop. It was kind of an accident how it happened, but aren't you glad that it did?"

"VERY glad." She nodded her head emphatically, leaned forward, and kissed him. Her body desperately longed for more stimulation. But she quickly pulled back when she realized that if they started necking, the conversation was probably going to die, and unfortunately, these issues needed to be addressed.

"But on the other hand," he continued seriously, while caressing the sensitive undersides of her massive boobs, "I still have all these issues about the harem thing. I've got my own issues and problems relating to it, which are a whole other thing that would be a big sidetrack discussion, and then there's the issue of you and the harem. I know the harem lifestyle isn't for everybody. Maybe some people were raised to firmly believe such a lifestyle is wrong, and it's hard to change those beliefs. Maybe some people are just more inclined to be monogamous, for one reason or another. The bottom line is, you feel that the harem life is not for you; it bothers you on many different levels. And I feel the harem life is not for you."

She nodded. But she looked down at herself again, and at the way his hands were lazily running all over her body, and thought, I feel like I'm in his harem already! My God, it's like I'm helpless to resist his touch. I've got a feeling that if I see him at school on Monday, and he wants to slip his hands under my clothes to play with my tits and ass, I'd let him! Thank goodness he's avoiding my pussy, or who knows what would happen! How can he talk so casually while driving me mad with desire?! Those hands! Those relentless hands!

Then she forced herself to concentrate on the discussion. She tried to ignore her rising lust. It wasn't easy though, and she knew her arousal had to be making her feel more agreeable. She asked, "How do your mother and sister deal with all this, by the way? Do they approve of you having a harem?"

As his hands went back to working her nipples, he said casually, "First off, it's not really a harem; you used that word first. It's not like we all sit around in Turkish pants smoking hookahs. I guess I do use that word myself sometimes, but only because there's no good word in the English language to describe my situation. As for my family, of course they know. I don't want to lie to them. Suzanne and Amy are over at our house a lot, so I wouldn't be able to hide it even if I tried, in any case. Of course, you know my mom's prudish reputation. She had big issues at first. However, she's seen how much we love each other, and she hasn't fought it. Ditto with Katherine." That answer was highly misleading, but he was trying hard not to outright lie.

She nodded again, but resolved with herself to discuss this in depth with Katherine soon. She thought, I really need to tell him to stop playing with my nipples, so I can think. Heck, he needs to take those magic hands off me altogether, already! But she didn't say a word about that; what he was doing simply felt too good. In fact, she was having a hard time not kissing him, especially with their faces so close together. Her hands were exploring his back, but so far, she'd resisted the urge to slip them down inside the back of his swimsuit.

He continued, "Now, you'd like me to forget those other women and just go with you. I'd say I can't let them go. I love them and need them too much, and they love me. So we're at a fundamental impasse that seems to have no solution. The main thing is I care for you, and I don't want you to get hurt. To me, that's the bottom line here: don't hurt you. You deserve better. That's why I mentioned Suzanne's name of all the names, kind of to shock you. You really don't want to get caught up in all my craziness."

She was deeply touched that he cared so much for her and was trying to protect her. He could just up and have sex with me today. I want him so bad I probably wouldn't resist. Hell, I know I wouldn't resist! And then I'd probably be hooked, and he'd be free to use me as he pleases at any time. But he won't take the easy and selfish way. That's why I love him so much!

She mentally paused and considered the phrase, "Free to use me as he pleases at any time." God, why does that thought make me feel so HORNY?! That's messed up. She thrust her chest out in order to give his fingers better access. The gesture was completely unnecessary since they were so close already, but it looked very sexy and enticing.

Then she remembered the time that Amy had "offered" to share Alan with her, the curious warning Amy had given about how girls got "hooked" on Alan, and did she want to be "hooked" too. It was too bizarre for Christine to contemplate. She was suddenly filled with an urge to neck with him for a long time. She found that bizarre as well.

With a worried face, she asked, "So where does that leave us? Don't say we have to stop the kissing and the touching. PLEASE don't say that! Or the practice dates. I LOVE the practice dates!"

"I don't know. I don't want to stop that either. But I worry that we're falling down a slippery slope. We'll get more and more physically involved, but we won't solve our fundamental problem. I know that you love being with me right now, as much as I love being with you. Isn't this fun?"

She nodded eagerly. Then she remembered that a girl is supposed to play hard to get. So she said with a disinterested air, "Yeah, it's alright." But her effort to appear indifferent failed badly, and they both knew it. She immediately gave up the pretense, and grinned from ear to ear.

He grinned back. "I also know that it hurts you that I have other women whom I love just as much as I do you. In the end, that'll just mean more heartbreak for you. It could ruin our growing friendship too. And that's going to hurt you even more than it does me, because I do have those other women to console me. I'm feeling like a scoundrel here. We're both walking a tightrope, but I'm the only one who has a net!"

She thought, Alan Plummer, you take the cake. Of all the times to get moral and responsible on me, in the disgustingly immoral and irresponsible life you're now leading, you have to pick this time! And ME! Why didn't you get all moral on Suzanne, and then get all wild and sexy on me?!

He was used to carrying on a serious conversation while experiencing great sexual pleasure - weeks of "stealth" handjobs, blowjobs, and "penis tending" had seen to that. But while she was a talented multitasker, she was having an increasingly difficult time thinking at all as her lust grew and grew. It was becoming like a game of chicken though - she wasn't going to give in and ask him to stop, if he showed no sign of distress. However, it wasn't really a fair "fight," since she was only stroking his back, while he had resumed relentlessly working her nipples and breasts.

Then she said, "You're right. You're totally right. Here's an idea. Sometimes, people are 'friends with benefits,' as the saying goes. What if we were like that? What if we keep our practice dates, keep everything as before, but just allow a whole lot more kissing and touching? Think of it as practice dates plus."

He laughed. "Plus what? ... I dunno. It sounds so tempting. But there's the slippery slope. It's really a bad idea in the long run. We can't fool around and not grow more serious about each other. It just happens. Trust me on this one."

The slippery slope! She sighed with longing, because for some reason that sounded really sexy, as it made her think of wet bodies sliding against each other. Then she thought more about his words, and sighed with frustration. "Look. This is hard for me to talk about, but I have to make a confession. I don't know why, but I find this whole physical intimacy thing so wonderful, yet so scary. I love what we did today, but I'm not really ready for more."

Misunderstanding, he pulled his hands from her chest.

CHAPTER 9

She frowned, disturbed by how much his withdrawal bothered her. "No, I don't mean that. I mean... you know... Going further. I know that you're probably doing all kinds of wild and sordid things with your other women, and that frightened me, that you wouldn't be interested in me because I'm not ready for all that. Now, I'm thinking it could be a good thing. It's like a built-in brake on the slippery slope."

He found this line of thinking very hopeful. "You think?" He brought his hands back to her rack and cupped the sensitive undersides again. She seemed to go ga-ga whenever he did that.

Why is it that when he touches me there, I can feel it in my clit? It doesn't make any sense! That never happens when I touch myself there, which makes even less sense. She shivered lustily, but somehow still forced herself to focus. She couldn't believe she was having such a serious conversation while on the brink of orgasm.

She replied, "I know. I mean, it's one thing to kiss. And maybe go a little beyond that. I'm not completely averse to sliding down the slope some more." She winked at him. She brought a hand around to his front and provocatively ran it up his chest. "But when I think about... sex." Her blush came back with vengeance as her hand dropped away. "You know, full on sex. I'm soooo not ready for that. Months and months from now, I think I still won't be ready for that."

As she said this, she had visions of his big erection. She couldn't see it under the bubbling water, since they'd settled deeper into the tub to protect themselves against the increasingly cold night air, but she could easily recall it pressing against her skin earlier, along with the obscene bulge it created in his swimsuit. Adding to her arousal and alarm was the memory of seeing it in its full naked glory at the beach the day before.

The idea of that humongous monster fitting in her virginally tight vagina was truly frightening for her, and she wasn't ready for that any time soon. She had great performance anxiety with penises in general. The thin fabric of his swimsuit was very important for her, psychologically.

He smiled and said. "Well, then, maybe there's hope for us, after all. Actually, it's more like pushing the problem off to a later date, but I'm willing to take that risk."

"Me too!"

"Well then." He grinned.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled widely. She leaned in closer and wrapped her arms around him again. "So, with that out of the way... Can we kiss some more? Like, right now?"

He snaked a hand around her and dropped it down to her ass. "I like that idea, but what about the massages?"

She blushed at the memory of her recent "massage." I can't believe I'm acting so wanton, so shameless. I need to run far, far away from Alan and his huge cock! On the other hand... I just can't resist! Gawwwd, he makes me feel so good! And now he's starting to knead my ass cheeks. No fair! That feels divine!

She exclaimed passionately, "Screw the massages! Your hands are all bandaged anyway. Come back tomorrow, and we can do more hot tubbing and kissing!" She scooted forward in the tub and boldly dropped her hands down to his ass cheeks. She added shyly, "And maybe massages, too."

He laughed, amused and pleased by her enthusiasm. "Okay. But remember, one downside to my loving all these women is that my time gets split up. And I don't suppose you want people at school to know we're kissing and stuff."

"No, good point," Christine conceded. She instantly grasped the ramifications of what could happen if it became widely known that Goody Goody "Ice Queen" Christine was kissing Amy Pestridge's now quite notorious boyfriend, let alone what sort of retribution that might invite from Heather.

She continued, "That could be problematic. Although, I don't mind if Amy and Katherine know. They've been sort of supporting me and giving me good advice and confidence."

Where would I be without my sisters? he thought happily.

With his arms around her and exploring everywhere but her crotch, he added, "Okay, but what I'm thinking is that maybe we should just continue with our practice dates. Friends in school like before, but when we get together outside of school, once or twice a week, we can make it really special sometimes, like a fancy date."

"Okay! Sounds great, but don't forget the 'plus.' Practice dates, plus lots of kissing! Heck, maybe we should just call them real dates. I mean, that's what people do on real dates, right?"

Before he could reply, she raised herself up a bit, to put her nose within one inch of his nose. She tilted her head a tiny bit so she could bring her lips even closer. She leaned in and plastered her mammoth pillows against his bare chest, sending little shocks of pleasure from her sensitive nipples to places farther south. As she leaned in though, their hips came together too, fitting their bodies together in a way she didn't expect.

Suddenly, she felt his erection between her thighs, pressing up against her still heated mound. Her engorged clit was pressed directly on top of his rigid shaft, separated from it by only a couple of thin layers of damp cloth. The intensity and power of the sensation just about blew her head off. Her heart turned over in her chest and started thumping madly. Her face heated and prickles broke out all over her body. She was so close to cumming that it was taking all her willpower to resist. She could easily picture herself screaming into his mouth as she wildly wiggled all over his stiff pole.

Christine, you idiot! she berated herself. How could you forget about that... THING?! It's not like it isn't obvious; it's been sticking out forever, like some kind of... I dunno, guitar neck! Or oil derrick! It's HUGE! Now what? Jesus! It feels so good, everything's TINGLING! Alan, please, please, please don't move! I swear, if he moves an inch down there I'm going to cum again, so hard! I can't stand this, it's driving me CRAZY. Too intense!

She panted wildly. Oh, God, he's looking at me! Damn his sexy eyes! Look at him, the BEAST! He knows exactly where that giant schlong is, damn him! Rubbing, grinding, driving me crazy! Smug bastard, I'll bet he planned this! DAMMIT! I'm going to explode!

Actually, he hadn't planned it at all. He was quite surprised to find her nose nearly touching his face and her body plastered so closely to his. He was shell-shocked and didn't know what to do. This was too close to real sex for him to feel comfortable. He wasn't rubbing, grinding, or even moving his rod at all; the notion that he was shifting on her was just her fevered imagination getting carried away on a rising tide of lust.

But what worried him most of all was the fact that the tip of his erection had slipped free from his swimsuit, as it got caught between her thighs. So far, most of its length remained covered, so she remained clueless as to his exposure. But if there was any sliding back and forth, certainly his bared penis head would make contact with her exposed thighs, and he worried she'd freak out about it. He remained stock still, uncertain what to do. He was still trying hard to avoid touching her pussy or having her touch his penis, or fear of taking things too far.

Despite her defensive thoughts, she knew this intimate contact was all because of her. Oh my God, what am I doing?! I'm acting like a total hussy. I should run, I should hide, but I can't. It feels too good! That THING! So HOT! Even in the water, it's like a bar of molten lava, burning my skin! I'm practically daring him to fuck me. Now what? Come on, Alan, DO something. The suspense is killing me. Oh, I can't STAND it!

She fought not to let her fear show, and instead grinned widely, hoping that she was making it hard for him to think, much less reply. "Yes? You were saying?"

She looked him in the eye daringly. She wondered, What am I daring him to do, exactly? Talk? Kiss? Have sex? Say something about where his dick is nestling? All of the above? What's with me?! She hadn't been this afraid since the very first time she stepped out on the mat in her dojo. Yet even though she was trembling in his arms, and panting like she'd just run a race, she swallowed hard and fought to maintain the eye contact.

He was tempted, incredibly tempted, to give in completely to his urges. He would start by kissing her and rubbing his hard-on up and down all over her, allowing it to become completely uncovered. She'd climax again and again as he dry fucked her (if one could call it that, since their lower bodies were underwater). The more times she came, the more helpless she'd be to his further advances. But he still worried that he was walking into disaster, with her snooping ways and his incestuous secrets. The urge for him to cum, by rubbing his partially exposed erection against her inner thighs, was almost irresistible.

He thought, That would be good, but I know what would be ten times better. Just one blowjob. That's all I ask. She's climaxed a couple of times already; it's only fair I get off at least once, right? She can kneel on the ground next to the hot tub, and I'll stand there and slip my dick in between her sweet lips. Oh man! GOD that would feel good! I don't care if she's never done it before; it's time that she learns! Man! Sliding in and out, in and out, with her tongue, her busy tongue...

He clenched his PC muscle hard as he struggled mightily to hold back. Oh GOD! I need it! I need to squirt! To cum! To spurt all over her face! Down her throat! The tight lips, the dancing tongue, but most of all, the sweet, sweet bliss of release! God, help me! That wouldn't change our relationship, would it? Just one measly little blowjob? I mean, we've done so much tonight already...

It took great willpower, but he slowly pulled his hips back, until his erection was no longer pressing against her. Then he carefully reached down and readjusted his swimsuit, making sure to tuck all of his erection back inside it.

He sighed with relief at that, especially since she seemed none the wiser about his accidental exposure. However, their bodies were still molded together everywhere else, and with her lips only an inch or so from his, he was still nearly dizzy with need. Fuck! I need to cum so bad that I want to cry. At least I should run off to the bathroom and take care of this boner. But I can't even do that, 'cos of Mom! It's like I'd be cheating on her, committing the "sin of Onan" and all that crap. Seriously, she'd be totally crushed if she found out, and I don't want any more secrets. Shit! Talk about ironic: Mom would totally love it if I fuck Christine and pump my load into her, but she'd have a hissy fit if I masturbate instead!

He stammered, "Um, maybe we should, uh, keep calling them practice dates though, since we want to keep, um, what we're really doing a secret at, uh, at school..."

She didn't try to disagree with him, mostly because she was so eager to lock lips with him again. Besides, they both were too horny to keep talking coherently. So that was the end of the conversation for a while, as they lost themselves in the joys of making out.

While the kissing was as great as before, helped along by the fact that their bodies were wet and sliding all over each other, a part of Alan's brain was also busy thinking. Damn. That was sort of a devil's bargain. I think I handled that well and set things up great for the short term. But in the long term, it still really sucks! I'm totally setting myself up for heartbreak and disaster. Man, if she finds out about the incest, I'm toast! She'd kick my ass. Literally! Even with all these latest confessions about Suzanne and everything, there's still such a huge gap between the moral Boy Scout type of person she thinks I am, and the total horndog I've actually become. For instance, if she knew I was getting double and even triple blowjobs on a daily basis, she'd flip her lid.

Even without that, I just know I'm gonna end up falling in love with her more and more and more, and her with me. Then where will we be? We'll still be stuck. And her body! I'm already becoming addicted to it. It seriously needs to get fucked! God dammit, it would be a crime if I don't drill her hard, daily!

He tried to switch his thoughts from that forbidden topic. Glory? Now, Glory I could kind of see joining the harem, maybe, if I put my most optimistic rose-colored glasses on. Maybe she could have some kind of linkage to it, while keeping her independence. Emphasis on maybe. Maybe after a couple of years. But Christine's a whole different matter. She's very moral and inflexible. My whole argument trying to justify polygamy went over like a lead balloon. And she gets jealous, even if she did manage to agree to what I'm doing on some intellectual level.

Nope. I'm screwed. All I can hope is some magical solution will fly out of my ass between now and when she's ready for sex. And that might end up being a lot sooner than she realizes. God knows she's taken to kissing like a fish to water. Then I'll be toast even faster. But, dammit, she's just too irresistible! I can't say no to this perfect body. And these tits! His hands were already on her bare breasts, but he gave them an extra firm squeeze.

And this ass! He dropped his hands back into the water and gave her ass cheeks a good squeeze. And her insides, too. Even her spleen. He chuckled to himself at that. God, I love her! I don't just love her absurdly incredible and curvy body; I love HER! I love her mind. I love her smarts. I even love her temper. If there were some way I could solve this harem problem and marry her AND Amy, I'd do it in a heartbeat!

CHAPTER 10

"Oh shit," he suddenly said out loud.

"What?" She broke the kiss and looked at him, worried that he'd come up with a reason to change his mind.

"It's my hands." He pulled his hands off her ass and out of the water and held them up. "It was pretty inevitable, I guess. You have such a fine ass that I just couldn't resist giving it a squeeze. Well, I guess they've been in and out of the water for a while now, but I only just noticed just what's happened to my bandages. Look. They're all soaked."

In truth, he'd been having so much fun that he'd completely forgotten about the fight, the bandages, and even the pain and soreness in his hands.

She was dismayed. "Oh no! My bandages have gotten somewhat wet from touching your wet skin, but I was going to take care of that easily enough after you left. Yours are really soaked. We'd better get you re-bandaged up. You can't leave like that. I'm good with bandaging, due to all my martial arts practice."

"There's no time! It's what? Five forty-five already? I need to head to the store right now if I'm gonna make it on time. I shouldn't have agreed to the hot tub idea in the first place, but I couldn't resist. I guess that's my problem in general - low willpower, and not thinking with the right head."

"'The store,' eh? Which store?"

"Um, I can't say. It's kind of personal."

"Hmmm. Curious. Why would you need an appointment to shop? ... Well, whatever store it is, they're probably in the phone book. Why don't you call them and tell them you'll be a little late? Meanwhile, I'll get some new bandages for you." She pulled herself out of the tub and rushed into the house. To his disappointment, she picked up the halter top along the way (although watching her bend down and pick it up was a sight to see).

He hadn't considered the idea of simply calling the sex shop, because he assumed that Ginger would arrive at the same time he would. Then he realized it would only take a minute to look up the number. He decided it wouldn't hurt to try.

So he hurried inside and looked up the number, while simultaneously trying to dry himself off with a towel.

He called, and to his great surprise, Ginger answered the phone. He explained to her that he was running a little late and asked if she minded. She said she was multitasking and had some other things to do there, so she didn't mind if he was a little late, as long as he wasn't too late.

That was a relief for him, but he still wanted to hustle, because he had a lot to do. The day before, he'd arranged to borrow several thousand dollars from Brenda, so he could pay for his sex shop purchases. (She'd wanted to give him the cash outright, but he felt that the gifts wouldn't mean as much if it didn't ultimately come from his own pocket. Besides, some gifts were for Brenda and he didn't want her to pay for her own gifts.) But he'd forgotten about that arrangement until just now. So he realized that he'd have to stop by Brenda's mansion first.

As he walked into the house to find Christine, he had another realization: I jogged here. I don't have my car! Shit! That's another delay and complication. Plus, I wouldn't want Christine to drive me to Brenda's. She'll put two and two together and figure out Brenda's part of my harem. With the way Brenda looks and acts, that's inviting disaster. No, I'll have to ask Christine to drive me home first, and then I'll have to drive myself to the sex shop, stopping by Brenda's on the way. Man, it's a good thing I was able to get Ginger on the phone, or else I would have had to drop everything and have Christine drive me there with no money, except for what's in my wallet plus the maximum withdrawal from an ATM!

So that's what happened. He rushed from room to room looking for her, but she found him in the den. She sat him down and quickly re-bandaged his hands, which only took a couple of minutes.

He was delighted to notice that she still hadn't bothered to put her halter top on, or anything else on. As he continued to dry his hair, he took the time to openly ogle her nearly completely nude body. It was even more glorious in the well lit room. He amused himself by pondering how many hundreds or even thousands of dollars some of his friends would pay to see Christine's bare breasts sway wildly as she changed his bandages.

To his surprise, the bandages were much better when she'd finished. He realized that the nurses had been professionally cautious and wrapped him liberally with the gauze. Christine, though, had different motives and used a lot less, which left him more mobility. He commented, "Boy, if only my hands had been like this before we started playing around, I could have done so much better."

She actually blushed a bit at that, because she was thinking, It gets BETTER?! His touch was a thousand times better than when I touch myself. If that was just clumsy groping, I'm almost afraid of what he could do with finesse! Her nipples and clit had gone down, but they popped up erect again as she considered the possibilities.

With the bandaging done, there was no reason left for him to linger, yet she didn't want to see him go. She struck a somewhat awkward pose, trying to look casual while standing on her tip toes to firm up her legs and ass, and allowing her huge hooters to dangle enticingly. (She still didn't have the whole "flirting thing" down, but she was trying.)

With the most sultry voice she could manage, she asked, "Do you REALLY have to go? Can't you put off whatever you're doing and stay a while longer? We coulld go to my room and hang out... and stuff."

He thought, Lord, have mercy! I don't say that much, but seriously, if there's a God, please God, have mercy on me. She's too sexy! And God, have mercy on my bathing suit. How my boner hasn't ripped it in two yet is a mystery. And have mercy on Alan Junior. If I can't cum soon, I'm seriously gonna cry!

He said, "I hate to say this, but I honestly have to go. Believe me, I'd love to stay, I really would."

Straightening up, she replied, "Well then, will you promise that we can hang out tomorrow?"

Alarm bells went off in his head. The vow! I must uphold the vow! Can't get too involved... But if we just do tomorrow what we did today, would that be so bad? Oh, fuck. Where's my willpower?

He grinned, and said, "Okay, but only on one condition: that you're not so overdressed like you were today."

She put a hand on her hip and glared at him indignantly. "Overdressed?! How could I possibly wear any less?!" She looked down significantly at her bikini bottoms and wondered if she really could take them off in front of him.

He quipped, "Well, you could wear a toe ring. Or a bracelet."

She rolled her eyes, but she grinned too. "You're a hopeless case, you know that?"

However, at that point, he remembered the time, and reminded her of his urgent need to leave quickly.

She finally put some clothes on, while Alan borrowed a shirt from her father since the shirt he'd arrived in had big sweat stains. Then they rushed off to the car. But she felt a lot better knowing that she'd be seeing him soon, even though no specific plans were made.

He had her drop him off a block from his house. He explained that it might be problematic if Amy found out where he'd been and what he'd been doing. He wanted to tell Amy, but break it to her gently and diplomatically. However, right now he had to hurry to the store instead.

Christine bought that explanation. She figured that if she were in Amy's shoes, she'd be more than a little peeved, to say the least. She still couldn't understand Amy's approval of Alan's other lovers whatsoever.

In fact, that excuse was true (as Alan knew that even Amy could feel jealous at times), but it was only part of his reasoning. He was trying to make his house a "no go" zone for Christine. With the entire house smelling like cum, the dancing pole and big bed in the living room, and Susan generally dressed in high heels and an apron or negligee (if that), Christine entering his house was one of the biggest disasters he could possibly imagine. He could easily picture Christine walking through the front door, only to find Susan on her knees, ready to give Alan a welcome home blowjob or titfuck, and more than a bit surprised and frightened to find Christine standing there instead.

However, before Christine let Alan go, she walked around to his side of the car, and the two of them stood there French kissing right next to the car for a couple of minutes. They figured they could stop and quickly get themselves presentable if a car's headlights started to expose them in the darkness.

As the kissing went on, he thought, Heh-heh, maybe this is the start of a new good-bye kissing tradition with Christine, just like the hello and good-bye kissing tradition at home. How cool is that? I'm making out with the notorious "Ice Queen" and she's exactly the opposite of icy. This girl is flat out fucking hot to trot, with the emphasis on HOT!

They finally broke the kiss, and Alan walked towards home.

Christine watched as he disappeared into the darkness. She sighed and got back into the car. She drove home on autopilot, her mind churning over the events of the last two hours. Boy, I can't believe it! I'm so overjoyed at everything that just happened, but I feel unsettled too. I'm weak. Weak! I should never put up with this "harem" bullshit. But I can't deny my feelings for him.

The house was still dark when she got there. She parked in the garage and entered through the kitchen. As she dropped the keys on the counter, she saw the phonebook sitting next to the phone. Hmmm, I wonder what store he called. As she looked at the phone, her eyes fell on the redial button.

Hmm, just one little push of a button and I can find out. Wait. I promised not to snoop. Darn it! It's not really snooping though, is it? I mean, he didn't call one of his "harem" beauties, did he? No, it's just some store. There's no agreement preventing me from looking into that, right? Plus, this is my house, darn it. I'm allowed to know where calls go from our own phone, aren't I?

Grrr. Come on, who am I kidding? I know he'd be mad.

She sat down and stared daggers at the phone. Then she got up, picked up the receiver, and then banged it down again. Stalling, she put the phone book away. Too bad he closed it; I could have gotten some idea where he called from that. Well, it was the yellow pages, so he did call some store.

She sat and stared at the phone a while longer. Again, she got up and picked up the receiver. Her finger hovered over the redial button, as she continued arguing with herself. Finally she closed her eyes, punched out some numbers at random, and then hung up. There, no more temptation. I was a good girl, Alan, more than you deserve.

CHAPTER 11

Even though Alan was once again only wearing his jogging clothes (a T-shirt and shorts), his plan was to avoid going in the house altogether, not even just for a minute to grab a warmer change of clothes. He'd just have to be a little cold.

He (correctly) figured that odds were good that Susan, at least, was eagerly waiting for his return in a see-through negligee or something like that. Even just kissing her hello and then explaining why he didn't have time to fool around with her would take time, especially since the trip to the sex shop was supposed to be a secret from his family so he could surprise them. Plus, he was so horny from all that fooling around with Christine that he didn't know if he could resist her ample charms, especially since he still hadn't climaxed even once. He was flaccid now, which was actually a mercy after being erect for so long. But he figured that could and probably would change very quickly (especially in Susan's presence).

The good news was, since he had temporarily "won" Xania's Corvette, there were more cars than spots for them in the garage. The bad news was that the Corvette was one of the cars in the garage, and he didn't have the key for it on his key chain. Dang! When am I going to be able to drive that thing? he wondered as he snuck into the family sedan, which was parked on the street in front of the house.

Brenda lived less than five minutes away from the Plummers. In recent weeks, Suzanne had pointed out her mansion, as the family had driven past it, but Alan had never actually been inside. He looked forward to seeing what the interior was like, but he was also worried: What about Adrian? He'd never met him, and meeting him could be extremely problematic.

Damn, damn, and double damn! This sex shop trip is turning out to be a logistical nightmare. I wish I had a cell phone so I could call up Suzanne and get her advice on what to do about Adrian. She's so wise. I did hear something about this being Adrian's first night to have sex with Brenda. Hmm. That could be interesting. I wonder if they've done the deed yet.

All the way to the Hunter mansion, he pondered the problems involved in potentially meeting Adrian, He also pondered how to meet Brenda and get the money from her without meeting him.

Inside the mansion, Suzanne's 24-hour no touching ban was still holding, but it had been a very close call at times. All would have been lost many times over had it not been for Anika's heroic efforts.

As Alan drove up to the mansion, he was unaware that Brenda and Adrian were going bat-shit crazy with anticipation. Suzanne had given them permission to go all the way as soon as the ban was over, and that's exactly what they planned to do.

Brenda was very worked up, but Adrian was absolutely sweating bullets. After all, Brenda had years and years of fucking experience, and she'd had lots of powerful sexual experiences recently, whereas Adrian was a complete virgin. The sum total of his sexual experience was what he had done in recent days with his mother. So this was a gigantic step into the great unknown for him.

At first, the twenty-four hour ban hadn't been a bother at all, what with the way Brenda was arousing him with sexy outfits and stripteases and such. But the last two hours of the no orgasm ban had been pure torture. After Brenda's show of rubbing herself all over the sliding glass door, Adrian and Brenda had finally decided they couldn't bear to look at each other without basically going into a sexual frenzy, so they retired to their respective rooms to rest up.

Adrian started out reading a good book, but soon found he couldn't concentrate. He'd tried to watch a Monty Python's Flying Circus video, but even that couldn't hold his attention. When Alan finally pulled up in front of the mansion, Adrian was curled up in a ball on his bed. The video was playing, but he was staring into space, trying to imagine what fucking his mother would be like.

As Alan arrived, he made the snap decision that he should try to meet Adrian after all. He figured that there was no good time to hold the meeting, because Adrian would react badly no matter what he said or did. However, with Brenda and Adrian about to have sex together for the first time, he assumed Adrian would be so distracted by that impending event that the impact of their first meeting would be muted.

It was something that needed to happen sooner or later, probably sooner. Brenda wasn't making any special effort to hide where she was going every day. It would be quite easy for Adrian to simply follow her to the Plummer house if his curiosity got the best of him. To have him simply show up like that and stumble across who-knows-what could be disastrous.

Alan had plans that he hoped could help at least lessen Adrian's natural hostility towards him. He'd recently heard from Suzanne that Adrian was having great difficulty with the bullies at school. Since they went to the same school, they were probably some of the same bullies. He knew the fight he'd been involved in earlier would unleash a wave of bureaucratic action against bullies, so it would be good if Alan could ride that wave to help take care of Adrian's bullies too. By working against a common enemy, they would be allies, at least on that issue, which was very important in Adrian's life. Alan had no delusions of suddenly becoming Adrian's friend, but he wanted to ease Adrian's hostility enough so that Adrian wouldn't lash out and do something rash.

But in order to get started with that plan he needed to meet Adrian at some point before school resumed on Monday, so he figured, Why not now?

The Plummer family was wealthy and lived in a nice house, but Brenda's mansion made it seem like a shack. Her estate had a long private driveway, guarded by an iron gate. Alan pulled up to the gate, found the intercom, and buzzed the house.

Anika answered. "Ya? Who is it? Vat do you vant?"

Alan had heard Brenda had a loyal old maid named Anika, but he hadn't met her and knew very little about her. "Um, my name is Alan. Brenda knows me very well. I stopped by to see her."

There was a long silence. Then Anika asked, "DAT Alan?"

"Yes. That Alan. Can you buzz me through?"

A minute later, he parked as close to the front doors of the Hunter mansion as he could get. It seemed just like valet parking at a fancy hotel, and he half-expected to see a valet show up. The private driveway was so long that he couldn't even see the public road anymore.

Anika walked out of the mansion and made brief small talk with Alan at a well-lit spot on the lawn, while Brenda was getting ready.

About a minute later, Brenda came out of the house, running as fast as her high heels could carry her, right up to where Alan and Anika were standing. When she'd found out that Alan had arrived, she'd been standing in front of her closet and trying to decide what to wear for when the ban ended. Then she'd fretted about what to wear for Alan. She'd quickly changed into a French maid outfit, figuring that displayed her slave status the best. Her huge boobs were completely exposed in this attire though, as she was following Suzanne's admonition to always keep her extraordinarily long nipples uncovered.

"MASTER!" she gasped breathlessly. She dropped to her knees on the grass a couple of feet in front of Alan and "assumed the position," bowing her head, pinning her arms behind her back, and thrusting her chest forward.

Anika's eyes bugged out. She knew very well that Brenda had a master, but to actually see her boss behave like that was shocking, to say the least. Furthermore, she'd known that Brenda's "Master" was young, but to see just how young he was astounded her.

Alan was surprised too. Even as his penis surged to full size, he complained, "Quick, Brenda! Stand up! You'll ruin everything! Does Adrian know I'm here?"

"No, Master," Brenda answered as she scrambled to stand.

Anika clarified, "He's in his room, vich looks out over de backyard. I don't tink a nuclear bomb vould rouse him."

Alan sighed with relief. "Well, thank God for that." Even though he was planning to meet Adrian, he didn't want Adrian seeing him and Brenda together - especially not like this!

Worried that she'd done something wrong with her greeting, Brenda asked, "Have I been bad? Should Master punish me? I think I need a good spanking. Please, spank me!"

He was seriously tempted to get something sexual started with her, because his body was still craving release from his time with Christine. But now was definitely not the right time or place, so he waved that suggestion off. "Not now, Brenda. I'm only here to pick up the money I need to borrow from you."

Brenda stood, still with her arms behind her back and her chest thrust out. "Oh! The money! I forgot all about that. Of course. You see, I can hardly think straight. As you've heard, Aidy and I are about to have sex for the first time, so we're all very excited around here." She frowned with doubt. "At least, I assume you've heard. I've been told you gave the okay."

Alan gently tipped her chin up with his fingertips, so she would look him in the eye. "Yes, I know, and I fully approve. I'm glad you haven't started yet, though, because I thought this would be as good a time as any for me to finally meet Adrian."

Anika noticed the way he looked at Brenda, with the ease of someone in complete control and not worried about anyone challenging that control. She also noticed the adoring look on Brenda's face.

Brenda's face grew very worried. "Oh dear. Oh no! Aidy... Well, he's not going to take too kindly to that. He doesn't know what a wonderful man you are. His attitude towards you varies between incomprehension, fear, and blind rage."

Alan released her chin with a sigh. "I figured as much. I know I can't change that overnight, but I just want to meet him briefly, so he'll at least know that I don't have horns and fangs. I figure now's the best time, since he'll be so distracted with thoughts of losing his virginity to his remarkable mother. Um, by the way, is there any way you can pull your top up, so it can at least cover your nipples?"

"Probably not, but I can try." However, she figured the trying could wait until they were in the house. In fact, she thrust her chest out even more. She reveled in being topless in front of her master.

The three of them walked up the many steps that led to the front door. Before entering, Alan explained that he just wanted to say a few words to Adrian, and give him some advice. "Let's make sure I get the money before I see him, because I'm going to want to leave quickly and alone. It's important that it doesn't seem like you're leaving with me and leaving him stranded. After I'm gone, DON'T talk to him about this. Say as little as possible. Change the subject. I just want to plant a seed at this time, not get him fully focused on me. Get his mind back on sex and keep it there, so he doesn't have time to ruminate. As soon as I'm gone, you can consider the 24-hour ban officially over. Fuck him all night long, and as much as you can over the next few days. Is that all understood?"

"Yes, Master," Brenda breathed, her bosom heaving with emotion. "I can't believe how giving and understanding you are about this! You're the most wonderful master ever!"

"No, I'm not. The way I figure, if I was Adrian and I had you for a mother, I'd be totally obsessed with you too. I'm not happy about it, but it just seems cruel not to allow his dreams to come true. Now, don't try to kiss me or anything. This is HIS night. Please make it special for him."

"Yes, Master. What a wonderful order to be 'forced' to carry out!"

Once inside the house, Anika went off to get the money from a safe, while Brenda started towards the stairs to get her son.

But at the last second, Alan grabbed her hand. He couldn't really articulate why, but his intuition was warning him that meeting Adrian now would be a very bad idea. His main worry was that he was stumbling in without knowing enough about Adrian or the situation in general. So he said, "Wait a minute. Now that it's come to this, I'm getting cold feet. Maybe it would be better to wait a few days and have his confidence grow a bit more. Do you mind if I call Suzanne?"

"Mind? Master, I'm your slave! Don't ask, just take."

So Alan called Suzanne and briefly explained where he was and what he was planning on doing.

Suzanne got very upset. "You wanna do WHAT?! Sweetie, NO! That's so wrong on so many levels."

"But I could be very careful and diplomatic. And quick. I just want to briefly see him face to face."

"Sweetie, thank God you called. Get out of there right away! NOW! Adrian's a very messed up boy. He's like a powder keg waiting to go off. When people get pushed down and kicked around as much as he has, there's no telling when they'll snap."

"So you mean he could go postal or something like that?"

"No, he's not that messed up. His love for Brenda keeps him grounded. But still, this is a very delicate stage for him and you could do more harm than good. Seriously, get out of there. If you love your harem at all, you'll move your cute butt, Sweetie. And I mean now!"

So Alan hastily hung up and went back outside, with Anika and Brenda following. Anika gave him the money he'd asked for.

He explained the gist of Suzanne's comments and his change of plans. He made them swear not to let Adrian know that he had even been there. Then he got back in his car without even kissing Brenda, since he felt that this was Adrian's special day, and it didn't feel right.

Anika followed Brenda back into the house. Once inside, she stared hard at her boss, and frowned. "Dis Alan boy. He's not just after your money, ist he? He comes valtzink in here and valks off vis tousands of dollars!"

Brenda waved a hand dismissively. "No way! He's not interested in money in the slightest. He doesn't even have a car or a cell phone, and in fact, he has very few possessions at all. You should see his Spartan room. Besides, his family is rich, and Mistress Suzanne is rich too. They're millionaires. The money he took is just pocket change. I'd give him more, much more, gladly!"

Anika still frowned, especially at that last comment. "Dat's vat I vorry about. But if you say so." Mollified for now, she gave her boss some encouraging words, and then watched her climb up the stairs, still dressed in her skimpy French maid outfit.

Anika thought, Interestink. Wery interestink. Dis Alan, he seems like a vily character. Wery clever. I'm glad that he seems like a nice boy, because poor Aidy's such a cream puff. Let's face it, Brenda ist too. A charlatan could take dem for everytink dey've got, and I don't tink I could do much to stop it. If it turns out dat Alan ist not goink to steal her blind, den ve can only tank pure luck for dat.

I might even actually like dis Alan, if he's really like vat everybody says he is. He gives off a good impression. An honest and clean cut Boy Scout type vis special smarts and cunnink, it seems. Does he really haf his own harem?! He looks like the last vone on Eart to be into dat kind of kinky stuff.

I like how he listens to dis Mistress Suzanne voman. I don't know if I vould trust him alone, but I trust her. Maybe they can actually help turn Aidy around and help give him a backbone, because de God in de heaven knows dat Brenda and I haven't been able to do enuff. I haf hope.

Heh-heh, now I haf to sneak up de stairs to see vat Aidy and Brenda are up to! My sex life is over, so sad, but at least I can live wicariously through her.

CHAPTER 12

Another problem Alan had was that he'd forgotten just how far away Stephanie's sex shop was. It had been chosen precisely because it wasn't the closest sex shop around, so there was less of a chance of running into someone they knew (unfortunately, other people used that same logic, which is why even Christine had gone there). He knew it would take about another fifteen minutes to get there, even driving fast, so he consoled himself that he should make it there by six thirty.

As he drove, he thought about Brenda's son. Boy, that Adrian. I feel sorry for him. I've gotta figure out some kind of way to help him get his confidence back. He's probably a good kid who just feels defeated from all the bullying. Aunt Suzy, er, Mother, says he really got the rough treatment at school.

Alan arrived at the sex shop, and Ginger let him in the door. He still was in a hurried mood. All he wanted to do was pick out his purchases, pay for them, and get back home. He rued the fact that he didn't have a cell phone, because he figured his family, and especially Susan, was growing seriously worried about him by now.

The sex shop had been closed for most of the four day Thanksgiving vacation, even though it was a good time for sales, because the other employees had left town to visit family. Ginger had made this special arrangement to be there, partly to make a good commission on the rings Alan wanted. But more than that, she was extremely intrigued about him and wanted to learn more about this "mystery man."

He'd come in recently and bought all kinds of curious purchases, including no less than nine identical black collars. Additionally, many of the items he'd selected were for women with busts ranging from D cups to F cups, and he'd given the preposterous excuse that he was buying these things for a "dance troop" he was in charge of.

Ginger was almost positive that, in fact, he was the master of a harem. While Alan didn't conform to Adrian's expectations of what a master would look like (which was somewhat like a Mafia don or a Batman villain), Ginger was a dominatrix herself and had come across all kinds of people in the sex shop, so she knew that masters came in many varied shapes and sizes.

Furthermore, she was fairly positive that Suzanne, Susan, Amy, and Katherine were in his harem, and probably Xania too (since she'd seen Suzanne and Xania act intimate together, and she had the improbably large bosom to fit in with his supposed "dance troop). She'd heard the busty Susan mention that her master was named "Alan," and this Alan certainly seemed to have a large harem of busty women, based on his purchases last time, so the odds seemed good that they were all references to the same guy and the same harem. After all, Alan was not that common of a name. Additionally, in her two years of working at the sex shop, she'd never come across any hints of any honest-to-goodness "real" harems whatsoever.

Still, Ginger knew something about harems. She didn't have a harem in the same way that Alan did, but she did have a couple dozen of a potential sex partners who were "on call" for her at any given time, as she used her sex shop job, and a second job at a restaurant, to pick up new partners, both men and women. Although she was a "switch" (able to be both dominant and submissive), she preferred being dominant, because that enabled her to control several submissives at any one time.

Unfortunately for Ginger and her submissives, she wasn't a particularly loving or kind mistress, so her submissives, both male and female, tended to leave her before long. She was the sort of woman who basically preferred the variety of many sex partners over the intimacy of close relationships. After all, she was young and eager to explore the sexual power or magnetism she seemed to have over others, and figured she could always wait to settle down later. She particularly loved whipping her lovers with a riding crop. And even though she enjoyed getting whipped just as much, many found they were not into such an intense S&M scene.

As a result, she didn't really have a harem (and in fact she lived alone), but she fancied that she did. She was eager to get to know another harem master. She mingled in all kinds of BDSM (bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, sadism and masochism) circles. But even there, she'd never heard of anyone having something like a real harem, although she had come across some people with more than one long-term lover.

This time, as he set out to pick his rings, she watched Alan very, very carefully, sizing him up and looking for clues.

Alan didn't realize it, but in the last two months, he had changed dramatically. His thoughts and his words were not that different from when he was still a virgin, but there was just something about him that wasn't there before. He wasn't cocky or arrogant, just very confident and self-assured. Other people wouldn't have noticed, but to Ginger's discerning eye, she could see a more mature and knowing air about him that separated him from the run-of-the-mill teenager.

Last time he'd come to the store, he'd bought $1,500 worth of purchases, on a credit card that he'd maxed out in the process. He'd mentioned that he wanted to come back to buy five rings for about $1,000 apiece, but now he said he wanted six rings instead. (It occurred to him that he should buy rings for Susan, Suzanne, Katherine, Amy, Brenda, AND Glory, even though Glory had no official link to the harem.)

This change in his plans almost drove Ginger mad with curiosity. What is WITH this guy? Last time, he wanted four rings and then changed his mind to five. Now he's changed it again to six. What's the deal? Is his harem expanding by the hour?! Who ever heard of four to six women all with bust lines that big? This just confirms my suspicion that he must be the one, the master of those four women that came in together the other day, plus Xania. I wonder who the sixth is, but if she's anything like the others, she must be almost impossibly beautiful. You don't forget faces or bodies like those. Heck, they put my body to shame, to be honest.

It all fits. But I refuse to believe that any one guy could be the master of as many as five or maybe even six women like that, let alone THIS guy. I mean, they're all total bombshells, to say the least! I don't think we've ever had a customer come in here more attractive than ANY of those women! And this guy, of all people? THIS guy?! Come on! But the facts fit so neatly. Those four women were acting like someone was their master, so it has to be someone. Why not this Alan guy? But he's so young and ordinary! Arrgh! I wanna tear my hair out! I don't get it! I need proof of whatever the heck is going on.

Alan spent time with Ginger, selecting six unique rings, but in so doing, he didn't say or do anything that could shed any light on the mystery that was aggravating her so much. Initially, she tried to ask him some subtle yet leading questions, but he was very careful with his answers.

She could see that that approach wasn't working, so she backed off for the moment. How on earth could such an ordinary guy have a harem of such incredibly beautiful women? I've never believed in mind control, but what other explanation is there? I know it sounds silly, but the odds of him gathering THAT group of women together based on ordinary charm is nearly impossible. Or maybe he's hung like a horse and fucks like a god. If he is, and does, then dammit, I wanna get in on that action! But I need to find out what's going on, especially since I don't want some mind controller messing with me.

In preparation for meeting him, she'd dressed to the nines in the most alluring outfit she could come up with. She was proud of her C-cup breasts, but after hearing Alan mention D to F-cups, she worried that hers weren't big enough. So she'd worn a low cut dress, and wore an underwire bra to push her breasts up and out even more, making her look like a D-cup.

Then, in showing the rings, she was given the perfect opportunity to repeatedly bend over the display case frequently.

As a result, before long, she was able to see a big bulge grow in his shorts. She thought, Nice. He's definitely hung. But that's only seven, eight, or at the most a nine inch pocket monster. Hell, I've had cocks a lot fatter AND longer than that to play with. Still, they do say it's not the size of the wave but the motion in the ocean. Maybe he's some sort of incredible fucker. I sure as hell hope it's that and not some mind control thing! Either way, he doesn't seem to have some sort of mesmerizing charisma going for him. He's just a guy. More handsome than average and more hung than average, admittedly, but that doesn't explain the harem. Especially not a harem of women like THAT! This mystery is killing me. Okay, I'm gonna go for it!

Ginger had paid close attention when the other women had visited the store, and she'd remembered some mundane facts about their clothing preferences that came in handy now. Alan had picked out several different rings, each one a different color, with a different kind of gem in it. But he hadn't picked out a red one yet. So Ginger said to him, as he stared into the display case, "Why don't you pick out a red one? Something made out of ruby, perhaps. After all, isn't red Suzanne's favorite color?"

Alan was so focused on the ring selection that he didn't see the trap. He replied, "Yes, it is. What do you have in my price..." His words trailed off and he turned up towards Ginger, giving her a hard look. He asked accusingly, "What did you say?"

Ginger played it casual, like she'd known all along. "It's no big deal; I know all your women. They've come in here several times and talked about their master Alan. Suzanne, Susan, Amy, Katherine, Xania... Come on! Any idiot could put two and two together. You didn't really expect me to believe you're buying these rings for a 'dance troop,' do you?" She chuckled.

He continued to stare at her hard, uncertain how to react. He looked calm on the outside, but his heart was pounding madly. However, as he thought some more, he realized she didn't know as much as she was letting on. She mentioned Xania. She doesn't realize that Xania's not part of the harem. So she's guessing! Phew! She must have seen these women come here, in various combinations, and she's managed to link some of them together, and to me. That means the incest secret is almost certainly still safe. I can't imagine even Mom being so careless as to let any mention of that slip out. But still, this woman knows way, way too much. She has me over a barrel.

He decided the best approach was to stonewall. "So, you were saying about ruby rings?"

She knew for sure that this was the Alan that was the master of the harem. She was extremely excited by this "gotcha" moment, and wasn't about to stop there. "Screw the rings! Let's talk harems. I feel like you and I have a lot in common. I'm actually the head of my own harem of sorts, you know."

He pointedly stared back down at the display case. "That's nice. I don't care what you do in your private life, but my private life is MY business. I'm just here to buy rings."

"Hey! Don't brush me off that easily. It's not exactly every day one harem master gets to meet another. In fact, I've never come across another before, despite my job in this shop, and I'm fascinated. We could learn a lot from each other. I agreed to meet you under these unusual circumstances, mostly so we could have a chance to talk in private."

Still getting no response or even eye contact, she added, "Come on, don't bother trying to deny it. It's so obvious that it's not even funny."

He looked up at her and stared at her hard. "I don't have to say anything to you. I don't know you from Adam." He briefly but obviously glanced down into her cleavage. "Sorry, Eve." He couldn't resist grinning at that, despite the serious situation. "I just want to buy my rings and get out of here."

Again, she acted hurt. "Hey, don't be that way. Do you know how uncommon harems are in the US? I'll bet both of us will go our whole lives and never meet another harem leader. You can't just walk away from that."

"Actually, I can. How do I even know you head your own harem, anyway? You could be making that all up. Not that I admit to having my own harem, by the way. You could be completely misinterpreting what's going on."

She raised an eyebrow and gave him a "don't take me for a fool" type look. "Such as what? There's no point in denying it."

He realized the gig was up; Ginger clearly knew far too much for him to bluff his way out. Still, he didn't know her and didn't trust her. At the very least, he wanted to talk to Suzanne about her first. He decided to reveal as little as he could until he could talk to the others and come up with some kind of strategy.

He thought, This is too weird. She's probably telling the truth, because it seems too weird a thing to make up. Regardless, I need to know another harem master like I need another hole in my head. Besides, I like to be in control, but now she knows too much, and that puts her in the driver's seat. I don't know about her at all. She could be a danger to me and to my women.

He said guardedly, "I feel blindsided. I just came here to buy some rings, and you drop this in my lap. Before I say or do anything, I need some time to think over what you've... insinuated."

She was disappointed; in her best scenario, she'd been hoping to fuck him before he left the store to find out what made him so great. She thought, Shit! I'm pushing too hard. I need to back down - for now - or I'll really mess things up.

So she held her hands up in a gesture of surrender, and said, "Okay. That's understandable. Talk to Suzanne and the others, then get back to me. They'll tell you I can be trusted. After all, a harem head has to have discretion, or things just won't work."

He nodded warily. "Can we get back to selecting the rings? I'm in a hurry."

"Okay, but I have just one question: how do you do it? I mean, I've seen some beautiful women and I've seen some beautiful women, but all your women are completely off the scale. No offense, you look like a nice and handsome guy, but you're no Hollywood superstar. What's your secret?"

He smiled mysteriously without realizing he was doing it. "Truth be told, I don't have any secret. I am just a very ordinary guy. Maybe a lucky guy, but that's it. Now, the rings?"

Ginger was dying to ask him more questions, especially about how he brought such extraordinarily beautiful women into his harem, but she forced herself to save them for another time. She went back to helping him with the rings, and in fact, he did end up picking a ruby one for Suzanne.

She thought, Well, that's a drag. I still don't get it! Hell, it might turn out he's some kind of nefarious mind controller after all. But he can't ignore me; I can tell he's curious about me despite his "I don't give a shit" pose. If worst comes to worst, I can find out where he lives from the credit card he used the last time he was here, plus I have Suzanne's phone number. No, I'm gonna find out everything there is to know about this mystery man and his women, and soon.

He left with six newly purchased rings, plus Ginger's phone number and e-mail. She'd let him buy the rings at a good price of about $900 each, lowering her commission in order to gain favor with him. But he left with a very unsettled and worried feeling. His intuition told him that Ginger could be big trouble.

CHAPTER 13

Brenda felt a surge of nervousness as she walked up the stairs. Everything was set up, including several extra hidden video cameras to record the momentous evening from every possible angle. Finally, after all the waiting, there was nothing holding them back any more from going all the way.

She knocked on Adrian's bedroom door, and then walked inside. She was still wearing the French maid outfit she'd put on for Alan. Now that he was gone, she made no effort to keep her nipples covered up. She struck a sexy pose at the doorway. "How 'bout it, my Pooh Bear? Ready to fuck your mother?"

Despite all her sexual experience, and even a wild sex life in recent weeks, the words "ready to fuck your mother" shocked and aroused her. She thought, This is for real! Theoretically, one could say that all the stuff I've been doing at the Plummers is just wild partying and role playing. But this is real incest. It's illegal! It's hard core! There's no turning back from this!

He looked up at her in surprise. He was still curled up in a ball on his bed, where he'd been staring at a clock on the wall. "Hey, what are you doing here already? We still have thirty-three minutes to wait!"

"I know, but I just spoke to Master Alan directly, and he's given us permission to get started right away. Isn't that wonderful?"

He assumed she meant that she'd just talked to Alan on the phone. "Awww, Ma, did you have to mention HIS name?! That sucks. Oh, man!" He had been surprisingly successful at his attempt to simply tune out for a while, so his pulse was calm. But upon hearing Alan's name, not to mention seeing his mother look so sexy, his heart started pounding so hard and rapidly that he felt a tight pain in his chest.

Brenda realized that she'd screwed up in the excitement of the moment. Because she loved both Alan and Adrian so much, she sometimes forgot the tension between them. "Never mind that, take a look at me." She ran a hand along the door frame in a provocative manner, causing yet more of her ample rack to fall out of her dress.

Adrian loved the show she was putting on, and his penis quickly engorged, but he was still miffed. "Why'd he have to do that? I'd MUCH rather wait longer, than have to do this on HIS time!"

Brenda had recovered from her gaffe and realized that the more they talked about Alan, the worse it would be. She knew she had to distract him. So she struck another seductive pose, leaning back against the doorframe, and threw him a pouty coquettish look, while murmuring, "Well, we can either stay here in your room and rant and rail against him... or... we can both go to my room and do something much more enjoyable. So which is it going to be, cutie?"

He made some unhappy grumbling noises, but when she started sucking on two fingers and then stroking their wetness through her tremendous cleavage, he knew he couldn't refuse her. He got up just in time to see her slink her way out the door into the hallway, complete with a "come hither" finger beckoning him her way.

She made sure to walk ahead of him to her room, so he could watch her plump yet firm ass swaying back and forth. The French maid outfit was purposely designed to expose the entire ass, and she made good use of that fact. When she got to the door of her bedroom, she stopped and bent over, pretending to pick something up (when in fact nothing was there). Knowing that there was no way for her son to get past her, she took full advantage of his attention and wiggled her ass at him, just to give him a good show.

He wasn't much of an ass man, but seeing her pussy in full view and leaking rivulets of cum definitely got his motor running. He gulped nervously. Damn! Before long, I guess that my dick is actually going to go into that slit. Tonight! It's gonna happen tonight! Even with the totally outrageous way Ma has been teasing me lately, it just doesn't seem possible. I mean, she's my mother! She's the most beautiful woman in the whole world! And she wants to be with me? Scrawny little me?!

She stared at the carpet and pretended distress. "Oh no! Aidy, whatever am I going to do? I'm so hot and horny, so eager to get royally fucked by your hot beef steak, that I'm dripping all over the place. Look!" Gazing over her shoulder at her son, she brought a hand to her ass.

She could see his penis was still flaccid, due to his nervousness, so she upped the ante. She ran a finger through her swampy inner thighs. Then she brought the finger up to her mouth and licked it clean.

Still pretending to be dismayed at her "problem," she gave a look over her shoulder of exaggerated anguish and asked plaintively, "Whatever shall I do? Should I just stand here dripping and ruining the carpet?"

Adrian was feeling impatient and surly. He just wanted to get past her at first. Then he really stopped and stared, because he had no way to get past her. Then it hit him, She's all wet like that 'cos her pussy is getting ready to be invaded by a penis. MY penis! Holy... Damn! His arousal surged. Suddenly, he blurted out, "What are we just standing here for? Let's do it!"

She giggled with glee. "I like that kind of take charge answer. Is that an order... Master?"

"YES!"

She giggled some more, and scampered on towards her bedroom.

He eagerly followed.

She led him to her extra large bed, and they both sat up in it. She knew that, despite his growing arousal, he was still in a mood to bitch about Alan, and he was likely to take almost any opening and turn it into an excuse to complain about him. She also knew he was extremely nervous, and she was surprised at just how nervous she felt too. So, although she wanted to talk about the sex they would soon be having, she decided it would be better to pick a safer subject for a while. "You know, Aidy, it's funny. I've known for years that you're fascinated with my breasts, but I never really asked you why. Is it just because of their size?"

His voice was flat and sullen, but that was hiding his churning emotions and his raging lust. "No. I'm annoyed at people who stare at them just because they're big. That's probably what Alan does." (He was even trying to use this to bash Alan.) "But they don't understand."

She didn't say anything, since she wanted him to get this out of his system.

He started to warm to the subject. "There are lots of big breasts that are ugly. Downright ugly! They're all saggy and flabby and floppy. They have no style. No shape. No grace. And they're all pale and veiny, and their nipples are huge and ugly. Usually the women are pretty fat, too. Some boobs are so huge that it's downright disgusting. And don't even get me started about fake ones. Ugh! Bigger is definitely not always better!"

She just looked down towards his crotch and nodded, rather than interrupt him. She was basking in the hungry look he was giving her.

His voice turned downright passionate. "But you! Your tits are perfection."

She started to tingle with pleasure, seeing the look of lust and admiration in his eyes. She hefted her twin mountains from underneath and thrust her chest forward (even though her French maid outfit was already propelling them up and out). "You can touch them, you know."

He eagerly grasped them with both hands and started to knead them gently. His desire grew as his troubled spirit was calmed. "These! These are works of art! They sit up so high, especially considering their weight. And there's no signs of age - none! And round, they're so round! But not the fake kind of round. Anyone can tell at a glance that they're all real! And the nipples! I don't know where to begin; I could talk about your extra long nipples all day! These tits would be beautiful at any size, but the fact that they're all that, and so big too, makes them absolute miracles!"

Brenda didn't want to pit Adrian against Alan, but she knew that Adrian needed a little extra motivation to fully get over his funk. She taunted, "So, you're just gonna crawl away and give up on these breasts of mine, huh? You must be bored of them - and me - already."

He momentarily stopped his fondling to blink in incomprehension. "Huh? Ma, what are you talking about?"

"It seems that all you wanna do is complain about Alan. Is that what you wanna do, spend all evening bitching and moaning about how life is unfair?"

He was about to launch into a diatribe about how life IS unfair, and that Alan had no right being anywhere near his mother, and so on. But he caught himself. No. Ma is right. That's not the way. Not tonight. Am I gonna let Alan beat me? Am I just gonna give up, because he's hypnotized her somehow? Am I gonna let him get in my head and ruin my night of nights?

No way! Alan, I may not amount to much, but my ma deserves better than you! These tits deserve better! It's like throwing pearls before swine to let you grope blindly at these twin masterpieces! No, Ma needs me. Her tits need me! She needs someone who'll rescue her from an evil bastard like you! Someone who loves her and would still love her even if she was flat-chested! Can you say that, Mr. Harem Asshole Big Dicked Piece of Shit? No, I don't think so! Ha!

I'm the one that loves her, the only one, and I can prove it! I figure that if I can fuck my ma, and fuck her and fuck her and fuck her some more, she'll be so satisfied that she'll never need to run to you.

Yes! I can see it now! My mission, my goal, my purpose! I'm gonna fuck my ma and save our family!

Brenda was spell bound, because she was able to watch her son transform right before her eyes. She was reminded of the Grinch from "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas" and the epiphany the Grinch had when he realized that the Whos of Whoville were still having a merry Christmas even though all their presents were stolen. The Grinch's heart literally ballooned in size until it practically burst out of his chest, and from then on, he was dramatically changed for the better.

An aggressiveness seized Adrian, which Brenda had never witnessed before in her life. He had been fully aroused from all her teasing, but he was still too nervous to get an erection. However, his penis had been steadily rising while he relaxed as he talked about her breasts, and now he was at full mast. He was sitting on the bed between her splayed-out legs. He suddenly grasped her legs with both hands and said, "Okay, Ma, I'm gonna fuck you!" Then he paused, uncertain how to proceed. "Um, what should I do?"

She said, in delight and surprise, "Just scoot up and stick it in. Natural instinct will do the rest. Here, let me help you." She was still wearing her French maid outfit, but she didn't want to spoil the mood by taking the time to undress, especially since the outfit didn't cover up anything important anyway. She quickly lay down, keeping her legs spread wide. As he scooted up, she sat up, grabbed his erection, and guided it in.

Just like that, he was inside her. In his haste, he didn't pause to adjust or work his way in slowly. He pushed and pushed and pushed, helped along by her copious natural lubrication. In a matter of seconds, he found his erection had completely disappeared because all of it was inside his mother!

Only then did he realize just what he'd done. I'm in... my ma! I'm fucking my mother!

Brenda was similarly blown away. She was grateful for this unexpected development, because she was getting so nervous that she was starting to tremble, just as he was. Now she could feel the tension draining away. Instead of worrying about his performance, she could revel in the wonderful way her pussy was getting stuffed. She vocalized her feelings. "Aidy, you're in! You're all the way in! God, it's so good! This is real! Real sex! Real incest! A son fucking his mother! How does it feel?"

His excitement level had just shot off the charts, and he was ready for more, much more. He wanted to thrust already. But her question caused him to pause and focus on the feelings surrounding his erection first. "Oh my God! I LOVE it, Ma! It feels... It feels... fantastic! Amazing! Incredible! It's soooo tight! But more than that, it's simply knowing that I'm really fucking my mother! This is a dream come true!" His heart was pounding, pounding, pounding.

She agreed with every word, especially the part about this being a dream come true. Her whole body was humming with arousal. "So fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

He suddenly grew a bit hesitant. "Should I? Just thrust in and out?"

She wiggled her hips impatiently, inadvertently bringing new surges of pleasure to her pussy and his embedded erection. "Yes! Just do it! Like I said, nature takes over! Just move your hips up and down like you're doing push-ups!"

"Okay!" That encouragement was the final mental push needed for him to start physically pushing. He began to thrust in earnest.

To his surprise, he found out that his mother was right, and it really was pretty easy to fuck somebody. In and out, in and out. There was nothing to it. Of course, as yet he had no idea about the difference between good fucking and great fucking, but for now he was very capably getting the mechanics of the necessary piston action right.

An advantage to his fucking urge coming seemingly out of nowhere was that he wasn't on the verge of cumming at the time he stuck it in.

For the next couple of minutes, he fucked his mother with a good and steady rhythm. He had been excited when the fucking began, but as time went on, he actually grew more and more excited, because the initial event had snuck up on him and he'd had no time to contemplate.

Now he did. Holy Christ! This is fantastic! It really is beyond the beyond! I thought handjobs and blowjobs were good, but THIS! This could even be better than a titfuck!

While he didn't think about it consciously, on a deeper level, this fuck was a personal triumph in many ways. He hated Alan for many reasons, most of them very justifiable from his point of view. One huge reason was that Alan greatly increased his fear that he was a sexual incompetent, someone who would stay a perpetual virgin, or worse, have sex and get laughed out of bed. There was no doubt in his mind now that his mother was enjoying every moment. She was very vocal and open with her joy, and her face was easy to read. His heart soared, seeing her blissful face and knowing that he'd helped to make it that way.

His thrusting had been somewhat tentative at first. He didn't really know what he was doing or what the limit might be. He worried that he could hurt her or do something wrong if he was too aggressive. But Brenda's passionate cries of "Harder! Harder!" soon cured him of that concern.

His whole body was brimming with energy, so the more she cried "Deeper!" or "Harder!" the more aggressively he pounded into her.

He found himself laughing joyously. Nothing, not even the titfuck and blowjob Brenda had given him in the last 24 hours, felt this good. As great as the physical pleasure was, the mental pleasure was even better. The school bullies, Alan, his lack of friends, his lack of confidence, and all the other things that worried him faded into insignificance. He knew this would be a moment he would savor for the rest of his life.

Despite his general shyness, he couldn't help but shout out in time to his thrusts, "I'm a motherfucker! ... Motherfucker! I'm PROUD to be a motherfucker! ... Fuck! ... Fuck! ... Motherfucker!"

But this was his first time, after all, and he had little control. Out of the blue, he found himself cumming. He would have been disappointed in that - surely Alan lasted longer than three or four minutes? - except that it felt so damned good. The sheer physical pleasure was beyond description, but the knowledge that HIS seed was blasting into his mother's vagina, and could even theoretically get her pregnant, was so heady that he nearly passed out with pure joy.

She thought, Gawwwd! He did it! He filled my pussy! I absolutely LOVE that feeling of getting a cummy squirt, deep inside! It's so good, it's even better than a facial! And Susan is soooo right: there's something extra special about getting nailed by your own son!

She searched her conscience one more time in search of any traces of guilt over committing incest. She didn't find any. She smiled and sighed contentedly.

NOTE: For this part, I had exceptionally great help from IBT, Gnome, and Marguerite Mingorance. 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. KGL and HeatherFan did lots of the production work necessary to complete the artwork. Hermit critiqued the pictures, as usual. Also thanks to Ivagabundus, Jimmy the Saint, CPN, Old Salt, Arthvr, ZammyG, NightShadow, yellowperil, sentinel88, doubleH,and Xinunar.

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