Katherine promised that both she and Alan would be happy to shave Amy's pussy very frequently that weekend, if the opportunity presented itself.

Amy was exceptionally happy to hear that.

But Katherine was pissed at having to sit and wait for the school to clear out with Amy. Brother is expecting me! We finally get to have sex, but here I have to wait? Arrgh! Cruel and unusual torture is what it is. Grrr!

When she finally deemed enough time had passed, she raced home on her bike as fast as she could and left Amy on her bike far behind.

Alan nervously waited for his sister at home, when she arrived about 10 minutes later than expected.

The two of them had already paved the way for their upcoming fuck session, and even future ones, the night before. They told Susan that a new club had formed, called the S Club, or Service Club. They said it was a club devoted to doing good deeds in the community, kind of like the Key Club, another club already popular at the school. There actually were clubs called the S Club which did just that, which was how Alan got the idea, but there was no established chapter in their high school yet so it made a great cover story.

The two further explained that tomorrow was the first meeting, and since the club had just started out, they would meet every Monday and Thursday. The membership was very small, because meetings were being held off-campus. Therefore, they needed to borrow the car. That was a necessary lie, because Kim's house was quite a distance away.

So Susan was delighted and readily agreed to loan the car any time they needed it for S Club. She encouraged them to join more such clubs, especially since it would look good on the college applications, which were coming up soon.

Susan even offered to drive them there, but Alan said that would make them look uncool to the other club members, who all had their own cars. (Surprisingly for such a rich family Alan didn't yet have his own car, but his father's car was essentially his since Ron was never around.)

Alan and Katherine managed to arrange to have sex with each other with their mother's full approval, in a certain sense. The ever-resourceful Alan had managed to procure a box of condoms as well.

Kim also phoned them and gave the all-clear sign, so everything was ready.

Alan drove. As they got in the car, he said, "Sis, you scared the shit out of me. I thought for sure you chickened out. Those last minutes before you showed up I was practically having a panic attack."

"Are you kidding, Big Tasty Brother? I wouldn't miss this for the world! You're going to make me a woman!"

They both settled in their car seats in the driveway, and Katherine leaned over to kiss Alan on the mouth.

He let the kiss linger, but when it was done he looked around frantically and said, "You're trying to kill me, you know that? We're still in our own frigging driveway! Mom could see! Just wait a few minutes, please!" He started the car.

"Sorry, Bro. Or should I say, Big Hard Sister-fucking Brother."

"Hey wait a sec." He put his head down on the steering wheel and inwardly groaned. "Sis, when you say things like that I feel so torn. Is what we're thinking of doing here really right? Is it, is it wrong? Even if you say no, isn't it going to end badly? Don't you feel a bad end coming?"

She held his head in her hands and turned it to look at her. "Listen to me, Brother. This isn't wrong. I love you. You love me. That's all that matters. Forget about the mores of the town. I don't care what they think or even know what the law is on this. This feels right. You know it and I know it. We love each other and always have, and this isn't going to end badly because we still will always be in love, no matter what happens. And Mom will love us even if we rob a bank. So let's just forget everything and have fun. I know I'm going to have a hell of a good time, and love every single, unforgettable second."

That made him smile. He kissed her deeply, though quickly. He was glad that he had, for he tasted a pleasing hint of mint on her lips and could smell the musky aroma of her skin. "I don't doubt you will. And you're probably right about everything. It just feels so momentous. It takes my breath away. But I'm so excited too. I'm all trembly. Let's get going before I die of anticipation." He turned the car engine on.

"Tell me about it!" she enthused. "I just get so uncontrollably excited thinking about the fact that we're going to be making love in mere minutes! I'm so turned on! Not only that, but the most interesting thing happened to me at school today."

"Really? what?" Alan asked as he drove the car out into the street. He thought whatever she would have to say could take his mind off of his lingering doubts.

While he drove down the road, Katherine talked dirty and told him the hot and sexy story of what had happened with Heather, Amy, and herself during cheerleader practice.

Since Susan might see them leave or return, they had to wear relatively normal clothing. Alan wore a T-shirt and long pants. Katherine wore shorts and a sweater. But once she left home she took the sweater off to reveal a tube top that had a slit down the front and that exposed all of her cleavage.

As they sped through traffic, Alan could look over and see Katherine's magnificent boobs jiggle and shake. He blessed the car's stiff suspension. He grudgingly admitted to himself that her boobs weren't nearly as big as the almost unnaturally massive tits of his mother or Suzanne, but they would still be the subject of masturbatory fantasies for just about any guy at school.

He thought, Between Amy and Sis, I've got the inside track on at least half of the most jaw-droppingly beautiful and big-breasted girls in the school. And then there are certain other women at home. Definitely a one in a million or even billion situation. Wow. And it was pretty much all caused by this freak medical treatment I've been given. Thank you, Dr. Fredrickson!

But despite all the women in his life, right now he could think of little else but his sister.

Within a few blocks of leaving the house, Katherine sat down in the space in front of the passenger's seat so her brother could better see the show she put on. She grasped at her breasts through her top and pulled down her short shorts past her knees so she could frig herself.

Alan was freaked out that she now wore nothing but a tube top, but as she was crouched down, no one could really see what she did or didn't wear. He had to make a deliberate and constant effort not to peek at her pussy for fear of crashing the car.

As she continued to tell her arousing story, she reached over and placed her hands on the bulge in Alan's pants. She began to massage it through his clothing as if that was the natural thing to do.

Alan prayed that they would get to Kim's house soon, before he had an accident. Between her story and her hands, his doubts about incestuous sex completely disappeared from his mind. Lust took over.

She stopped telling her story and said to Alan, "You really need to get new pants, because this one has a defective zipper. Look - it's unzipping all by itself!" She giggled and pulled his zipper down as she said this.

Alan placed his hand over the opened fly to prevent her from going any further. "Sis, you can't! I'm driving, for fuck's sake. How would you like to get us killed right before our big moment?"

She was unfazed, and giggled, "Hey, don't blame me - it's the zipper." She knew Alan had to keep at least one hand on the wheel, so with one more hand than him in the fight, she managed to get his hand out of the way and pull out his erection.

"No, Sister, no!" he cried in a very agitated state. "Please! I beg you!" The car stopped at a stop light, and he pulled at his hair with both hands in frustration and sexual arousal. "We're gonna die. I know it. Die." He said this dramatically and fatalistically.

They started moving again, and as though to drive the point home, he nearly struck a mailbox on the side of the road and missed it, he was sure, by mere inches.

"See?!" he griped.

When they stopped at another stop light he stared at his sister wide-eyed with fear even as she steadied herself from the slight jolt. Luckily no police cars were around to see the near-accident. He was worried the police would think he was driving drunk.

"Chill already," Katherine chided him. "Okay, fine. If you're such a bad driver, your loss. I'll concede this wouldn't be the best time to die. How 'bout this? I promise I won't give you a blowjob while you're driving as I'd planned, and I'll take it easy until we come to stops at the traffic lights. Like this one."  

She frantically jacked him off until the light changed and then just held his throbbing erection in her hands as he drove on while she waited for the next light.

She resumed her story, but Alan was too focused on her hands and trying to prevent an accident to pay attention to her words anymore.

Still, her ministrations on his penis didn't really stop, they just slowed down, and it drove him out of his mind with desire. She kept jokingly asking, "Are we there yet?" which didn't make things any easier on him.

CHAPTER 2

After a fifteen-minute drive, they finally reached Kim's house.

They were both so worked up that neither of them had the slightest reluctance to fuck each other anymore.

Alan pulled the car into Kim's driveway and they ran into Kim's house as fast as their feet could carry them. He sported such a massive wet spot around his groin area that it looked almost as though he'd pissed on himself. But he didn't care how funny he looked - he just wanted to get to a bed.

Katherine practically ran over Kim, who stood in the front doorway to open the door.

Kim was still dressed in her cheerleader uniform, which showed off her trim and petite figure nicely.

Katherine briefly French kissed and groped her. She was very grateful for how Kim had handled her blackmail opportunity and helped make this possible. She frantically asked her, "Where's the bedroom?" It was clear that she did not want to waste another moment. If her voice wasn't a clear enough indicator, then her nipples certainly were; they were so erect that even her areola looked puffier than usual.

Kim just smiled and pointed upstairs.

Brother and sister ran upstairs in a flash.

They sat on the bed as Katherine urged, "Quick, Bro, get the condoms!" They'd had plenty of foreplay in the car, and were ready to dive right in.

Clothes flew into the air as Alan fumbled around with the condoms.

Katherine impulsively reached out for Alan's hand. She suddenly appeared calm as she said, "Brother, thank you. I know that this is going to be the greatest, most exciting day of my life. And the best part has just started! In a minute, neither of us will be virgins anymore."

The two held hands for a brief pause. He looked in his sister's brown eyes, saw the passion and excitement there, and said, "I love you, Little Sister!"

She looked back with a high, rosy color in her cheeks, and said, "I love you, too, Big Brother! And I'm so glad we've found a new way of loving each other."

They kissed with passionate intensity. Katherine's heaving breasts brushed against Alan's chest; her nipples were hardened rocks which poked into him like hot coals.

Katherine finally pulled him away. "That's great, but let's not wait another second!" She lay down on Kim's bed face up, and said, "I'm waiting for your big dick!" To further illustrate her words, she opened her thighs wide and ran an index finger over rigid clit, which was engorged and stood out from its hood proudly.

Alan sat up on the bed, straddled her, and positioned his penis above her fuck hole. Drops of pre-cum fell onto her shaven mound. He looked at her and she wordlessly gave approval for him to go on as she hooked her heels around his waist. He took a big breath and tried to clear his mind. His whole world, now, was his sexy, lust-filled sister.

She writhed beneath his body in impatient anticipation. She was hot and willing to accept him into her body fully and completely.

She breathed up at him, panting and panting. She thought, I feel like I've just run a marathon, and we haven't even started to fuck yet!

And, as wonderful as it felt to slowly slide his insistent penis into his sister's depths, even more wonderful was the sense of oneness and love he felt radiating between himself and his sister like an invisible field of energy.

There were a million things he could say, but all he could manage was a guttural "Ugggghh!"

"Oh, yeeeeesssss!" she yelled in return, a cry of release and pleasure. Although she'd never had a penis inside her before, from the very first instant it was in her, it felt fantastic. She felt the fullness, heat and rigidity of her brother's penis as it moved and throbbed deep within her. His whole body covered her and enveloped her.

They fiercely clutched their hands together.

Already she began to feel the onset of mini-climaxes, even though Alan had not yet begun to move inside her body. She was very glad that her hymen had been accidentally broken five or so years ago, so there was no pain or blood, only the sense of being incredibly stretched to fullness. She could feel her brother's hot breath beat down on her neck.

Alan slowly pushed his penis in until he felt it could go no further, sure that he'd hit the impassable entrance to his breathless sister's cervix. He stayed there for just a moment, to enjoy the feeling of being so deep within her.

Impatient, she subtly wiggled her hips beneath him. She was eager for more.  

So he slowly began to pull it back out. The coolness of the air around the shaft as it emerged was in extreme contrast to the heated depths he'd enjoyed just a second before. Then he pushed in again slowly, as though driven by a deep, primal urge. Then out. In and out.

He built up a rhythm and reveled in the fact that his sister, too, had begun to move in sync with his gentle thrusts. His sister, athletic cheerleader or not, had always seemed so soft and fragile from his protective, brotherly point of view. He didn't want to hurt her.

When her upward thrusts became more powerful, worries about her fragility subsided. He began to push his thick meat into her body all the way up to the hilt.

She wrapped her arms around the back of his, holding on to him as if she were on a wild roller coaster ride.

Out of the blue, Katherine started screaming, "Yeeeeesssss! My brother is fucking me!" Her plentiful breasts moved madly with the motion of Alan's thrusts and she loved that and everything else so much that she had to let it out. The sound carried into every room of Kim's house, but Kim had assured them earlier that they could yell to their heart's content and the neighbors would never hear, provided they kept the windows closed.

Kim meanwhile sat in the room next door and fucked her own pussy with a dildo as she got off on their sounds and screams. Even from a room away, she could already start to smell the pungent odor of their sex. It drove her wild with envy and passion. She shoved the dildo as deep inside her as it could go as she imagined what it would feel like to be plowed like Katherine's was getting plowed just one room away. She may have not liked men, but she'd decided she really liked Alan's penis.

"We're fucking! We're fucking!" screamed Alan joyously. He, too, reveled in the freedom to yell to his heart's content, after weeks of furtively and quietly sneaking around in his secret sexual life. He yelled as loud as he could, "I'm fucking my own sister, and I don't care! Wooo yeah!"

Their thrusts were no longer anything like the soft shoves from a moment before - they were steaming along in an insistent and solid rhythm.

Alan pistoned his penis into her as deep as it would go. He marveled at the hot-cold-hot-cold sensation of each insertion and extraction of his penis as it pounded into her, seemingly on its own volition.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she yelled in time to his thrusts as her large breasts slapped against his body. "More! More!"

There was no pretense at drawing anything out. They just wanted to cum as fast as humanly possible. Arms and legs became a blur of activity as they threw their bodies into one another and the powerful scent of sex literally poured out into the room from where they were joined in incestuous abandon.

Things moved at a feverish pitch until neither brother nor sister could hold back any longer. Both teenagers stiffened as their bodies cried out for release. They reached climax together while yelling a seemingly endless stream of incoherent screams.

Alan felt his jism course through his prick, like a fire hose suddenly filling up with water. Then his semen exploded out of his penis and filled the depths of his sister's vagina. He thought, I'm doing it! I'm doing it! It's happening! He continued pushing his penis deep inside her and, almost instinctually, stopped on the downstroke so that he could completely fill her up with his seed.

Katherine felt the coursing and throbbing of his penis, timed to the beat of his heart. Then she felt the splash of his seed as it filled her pussy, flooding her with tremendous warmth. All of a sudden it occurred to her that she shouldn't be feeling such sensations. The condom! Where's the condom? Too busy kissing - we forgot! Ah, hell. Just sit back and enjoy it. Oh fuck! God! So good! Screw it! Screw ME!

She calmed down enough to begin making sense with her screaming, and shrieked, "Screw me! Screw me! Screw me!" over and over.

Alan collapsed onto Katherine. The two just lay quietly for a minute, as they recuperated and breathed heavily from their exertion. Both of them could feel Alan's semen as it slowly bubbled out of Katherine's cum-filled pussy and around her brother's semi-erect penis.

He rose just slightly enough off her body so that he could look into her eyes. All he saw there, as she looked back up at him, was love, tenderness and deep appreciation.

Alan asked, "Did that hurt at all?"

"Not in the slightest," she replied. "It felt like your cock was born to be inside of me. A finger or dildo just doesn't compare with the real thing! Now that I know how good it feels, I want your cock inside of me every minute. Every minute of the day. Brother, do you promise to fuck me every minute of the day, for the rest of our lives? Will you make me your complete fuck tool?"

"I'll try my best," he answered, and laughed gaily.

Yes! Yes! a joyous voice inside his head continually shouted while she happily squirmed in joy beneath him. He was on the highest of highs.

He thought out loud, "You know, it's really amazing to finally fuck a woman. But for that woman to be you, my sister, it's just out of control. I can't believe it."

Katherine hugged him firmly, and said, "I know. It's my first time too. We're on the same wavelength. But let's do it again, already!"

"Okay! I should have no problem getting ready to go with you to arouse me. But you know, it's funny, I'm really thirsty all of a sudden."

"I'll get you some water!" they heard Kim yell at them. They hadn't closed their door and she could hear even their whispers.

A minute later she walked in with a glass of water in her hand. She was buck naked now, like them, and pussy juice visibly dripped down her legs. "Don't mind me," she said. "I'll leave you two alone for your special time together, but I just had to say you two are fantastic."

She handed the water to Alan. "I'm shaking like an earthquake in the next room, just from hearing the sounds of you two. I can't wait to watch, or even get that big thing stuffed inside of me. I wish I had a brother to fuck too, but I'm an only child. Now drink up, big boy, and give us round two."

They all smiled at each other. "Alan, your fuck toy is waiting for you," Kim added in a husky voice, with a strong emphasis on "fuck toy." She walked back out of the room.

CHAPTER 3

Alan said to Katherine, "I like the sound of that, what Kim just said: fuck toy. Are you my fuck toy?"

"You know it!" she replied enthusiastically. "I live just to be fucked by you! Now I can tell you something. I've wanted your thing deep inside me even before you started your medical treatment. I've secretly wanted it for years, ever since I saw you naked and aroused in the shower one day. That's why I never went all the way with any guy, and was so prudish. Well, that, and trying to be like Mom.

She continued, "But I don't think I ever would have acted on it if it weren't for what happened these past few weeks. I figured you were - and still are - such a good-hearted, morally upstanding guy that you'd hate me if I expressed any sexual feelings towards you. And I was chicken. God, I was unhappy sexually and didn't really understand why. I could barely even admit my feelings to myself. But now that's all over, thank God, 'cos I have you."

Alan was very surprised by all that. He was fairly amazed she would eagerly call herself a fuck toy and the rest was even more amazing. He never had the slightest clue she felt this way. He decided he'd mentally absorb all this information later and just get back to fucking.

Seeing him start to reposition himself, she eagerly began to do the same. "Let's fuck some more!"

"Okay," Alan said at first, but then he paused. "Hold on, Sis. I have some bad news. Do you realized we forgot to use a condom?"

"Really? You're right. Oh well. You could be a father." She seemed completely unfazed by this news and appeared far more interested in getting his unsheathed erection back inside of her. She held it and drew it closer to her cum-smeared pussy lips.

"Wait a sec! Just hold on! Is that all you're going to say, ho hum, you could be a father? We're talking an incestuous pregnancy here!"

"I know, and it gets me hot! Big Brother, I don't think you understand the whole fuck toy concept here. Fuck toys don't complain, they don't make demands, they just get fucked. My pussy is now yours to use as you please, and so is my womb. The way I figure, if you get me pregnant then we'll be bonded together in a new and powerful way, and you'll just fuck me and love me even more than you already do."

Alan looked stricken.

Katherine changed her tune. "Aww, don't be like that. I know you're not ready for kids yet, and I'm even younger than you. That's why I'm on the pill already."

"You are?!"

"Yep! Admittedly, not for long just yet, but I'm wearing a diaphragm, too. AND I've got a day-after pill, just in case. We're totally covered."

"Phew! You scared me there. But don't you think a condom would be good just to be that much safer?"

"Nope. I took all these precautions 'cos I wanted to feel you bareback the first time and every time. That's how you fuck a fuck toy: bareback. Why should you care if you're knocking her up, all that matters is that she has a cunt and you're going to use it as you like to get your pleasure."

"Whoa, Sis, that's not how I look at it at all. A guy has to respect the girl's feelings and ask her if-"

She interrupted as she climbed on top of him, "Hey! I've been fantasizing about being a fuck toy for a long time now. Can't you just humor me and do the touchy-feely sensitive guy thing another day? I guarantee you won't knock me up, but we can pretend otherwise. That's the fun of it!"

By the time Alan got a chance to reply, "Okay," she had already sat down on his pole and was balls deep.

He joked, "I guess that's a 'no' to using a condom, then."

"No" she said as she raised herself up and impaled herself back down. "Ahhh! In fact," - she raised herself up again, - "It's pretty much a rule that fuck toys always get fucked" - she lowered back down - "bareback!"

Alan thought with amusement, For all this supposed 'fuck toy' talk, in fact she's the same feisty and demanding Katherine as ever. But that's just how I love her to be. Though I got to admit I could get into the sister as fuck toy fantasy myself! Big time.

After raising herself up and impaling herself back down more times than they could easily count, she shouted, "Fill me up! Let's not leave the little spermies in there all lonely. Give them some new friends!"

Alan commented, "Wow, you are one sexy woman. Dangerously horny, too!"

"Mmm. Big Sexy Sweaty Brother, this time let's take our time." She clenched her pussy muscles tightly and wiggled her bottom. The feeling of fullness while she sat on top of her brother with his penis buried so far up inside of her nearly overwhelmed her, it felt so great.

Alan was happy with that idea.

They proceeded much more slowly, like they fucked in slow motion. He gradually pushed his penis deeper and deeper, up to the very hilt, and then pulled back just as slowly until all but the tip of his penis was out of her pussy. Then he did it again. And again. He watched with awe as his sister's tits began to bounce slowly with each upward thrust of his penis.

That made Katherine arch her back in response, hopeful that she could impale herself on his stiffness.

"In these few weeks of my limited sexual experience, I learned that delayed gratification is twice as sweet. Let's hold off as long as we can and take our time. Not only that, but I do have the condoms in the car, now that I think about it. Now would be as good a time to get them as any."

"Don't you dare! Make me a mommy!"

Alan confirmed, "Fuck toy fantasy, right?"

"Right."

"Good."

While she was still relatively calm from resting, she explained, "You gotta understand, Brother. With a fuck toy, there's no breaking up, ever. There's no cheating, no running off with some hunky lifeguard. There's no, 'Sorry, I've got a headache.' Well, not unless I was like violently vomiting or something. Basically, my cunt belongs to you for as long as you want it."

He began to pound his sister with renewed vigor. He was getting off on her ideas. But he asked, "You mean, you're not going to still date other guys? I assumed you would."

She giggled, "I know what you're thinking, Bro! You're thinking, 'If she's gonna be exclusive with me, then it's expected that I'm gonna be exclusive with her.' Nope! Fuck toys don't complain about sharing. In fact, I think it's only polite if you give Kim a good pumping before you go."

"Really?!"

"Really!"

They were getting to worked up with their piston-like movements to talk much more about it, but Alan decided he was really warming to the whole fuck toy idea.

"Last time was good," said Katherine, "but give me all you've got this time!"

"Hey, I gave you all I had last time," he chuckled.

"Give me more! Even more! Fuck me! Go deep! Break me in two! Fuuuuuccckkk meeeeeeeeee!"

Alan gladly obeyed her. He literally bounced his hips up and down on her body, making his shaft slide thoroughly in and out of her. He would rise up and his penis would be completely exposed to the air and then he would pile-drive the pole right back into her upturned pussy as far as he could go.

They screamed and squirmed and climaxed. Sweat flew everywhere and Alan's cum shot off deep inside. He realized it was a very satisfying feeling to fill up a pussy. He got off on the idea of "marking" his women with facials and pearl necklaces, but he decided there was no more definitive way to claim a woman that shooting off in her vagina.

As they lay back and rested again, Kim poked her head into the room. "Thumbs up on round two, y'all," she said as she flashed them the thumbs-up sign.

They all laughed.

And then Kim said, "That gives me an idea," and stuck her thumb up her pussy.

Everyone laughed again.

Katherine said, "Good idea," and stuck Alan's thumb up hers.

As Kim walked out of the room, she said, "Do either of you want anything this time?"

Katherine yelled back, "I'll take my brother's wide, thick, meaty cock deep in my pussy, please! And I'm thirsty, too. But don't get me a drink - I know just where to get all the tangy sweet cum I could ever need! At least until they put it on the cafeteria menu." She switched positions and began to suck his penis back to life.

Eventually she had success and kept sucking it with even more enthusiasm.

But after some minutes, Alan said, "Hey! You know, you can do that anytime at home. Let's fuck some more."

"But I was to taste you this time."

"In that case, when I'm ready to shoot, you can suck me off."

"That's a hard sell, Mister," she giggled.

He sat up.

She sat up on all fours and poked her ass towards his face. "This time, let's try doggy-style! So many things I've been reading about that I can finally try out for real."

Alan thrust his hips forwards at the same time Katherine thrust her ass backward.

He was amazed at the difference between this and fucking a relatively motionless body. He decided right away that doggy-style was great.

They worked in perfect rhythm. Not only did her pussy muscles clench each time she thrust back at him, but his own posture made it possible to thrust with less exertion, which meant that he would last even longer.

Then there was the feel of her ass, as it pushed back against his hips. It was so soft, smooth, and warm that he couldn't help but to grab hold of her by both hips and luxuriate in the feeling of her skin even as he watched his penis disappear and reappear. Each time he pulled out of his sister's moist pussy, her inner lips seemed to drag along with his shaft, like they were still joined even when he pulled out.

Alan decided, Doggy-style is definitely most excellent. I could do this for days! But the best thing of all is that I think I'm reaching a lot deeper this way.

Sure enough, Alan kept his promise to let Katherine swallow his load even though he would have enjoyed filling her with his cum again. When he pulled out after many minutes of doggy-style fucking, she was right there to drink it up his soaring ropes.

When they were done, he pointed out, "You know, I'm fairly amazed that you didn't mind that my penis was covered with your own pussy juices."

"Brother you're so cute but so dumb. I'm your fuck toy now. I'll try anything, just so long as it doesn't involve another guy or guys. That's where I draw my limit."

"As if I'd ever want to share you. Ha! I can tell you now that ain't ever gonna happen."

CHAPTER 4

After their third time, they were both so tired that they instantly fell asleep.

Half an hour later, Kim had to come in and wake them up.

"Sleepyheads," she said and she shook them, "you're missing out on your very limited fuck time. You only have another half-hour before you need to take a shower and get cleaned up. S Club meetings can only last so long, even fake ones, and my mom will be getting home soon."

"Oh, Mom!" they both said in whining voices at the same time, because it was the kind of thing they would have joke around with at home.

Alan decided to run with the idea and pleaded, "Can't we fuck just a little bit longer, Mom? Pleeeeeasse?"

Kim stood naked above them, playing the role of a stern and tut-tutting mother. She folded her arms under her medium-sized tits and glared disapprovingly. "I'm sorry. I don't go for all this sibling fucking stuff. You two need to get back to your Service Club meeting." The sight was almost comical because her pussy dripped with her own juices as a visual betrayal of just how aroused she was.

Katherine joked, "But Service Club is all about service. Alan hasn't serviced me nearly enough yet!" She rubbed Alan's now-flaccid penis suggestively and imagined that her true mother, Susan, was the one standing in front of her. Such a racy and erotic thought did wonders for her own libido. She very much wanted her mother to watch. She had visions of Susan crying, "It's so improper!" even as she looked down on her children and frigged herself frantically as they fucked before her eyes.

"I'm sorry, kids," said Kim, "you two are only allowed to fuck each other six times a day. Those are the rules!"

Katherine then said to Kim as a way of explanation, "We haven't really talked about it with each other much, but I think it's safe to say that both Alan and I have fantasies about fucking our very fuckable mother, Susan."

That statement came as quite a surprise to Alan - he had no idea Katherine felt that way towards Susan. But now that he thought about it he realized he shouldn't have been too surprised. For one, Katherine was starting to get into other women, and for two, Susan was such perfect centerfold material that any female with any bisexual or lesbian tendencies whatsoever would lust after her. He didn't let the surprise distract him for too long, however, and continued to slowly push his meat into her from behind.

"Now there's a fantasy I can get into," said Kim as she absent-mindedly grabbed one of her own nipples and gently twisted it. "I've seen her at some school functions. I don't think anyone failed to notice her. How can you, she's like a giantess. She's like six feet tall, and not even skinny. And she's is so stacked! With the way she looks, it seems bizarre that she's just a housewife. I'm surprised she hasn't been kidnapped by a rich Arab sheik or something, to add to his collection."

Alan naughtily suggested as he ran a hand over his sister's left breast, "Well, if the Arab sheik isn't going to do it, maybe we should kidnap her, and make her OUR sex slave." Thinking about his mother made him think about tits, so he played with Katherine's.

Katherine added with a devilish smile, "Imagine her all tied up and yelling, 'Help me! Help me get fucked by your big cock, Son!'" She bucked up against his thrusting hips and added, "Just like you're doing to me now, Big ICBM Brother."

"ICBM?"

"Intercontinental Ballistic Missile." She giggled as she suggested, "Or maybe Inter-cunt-inental Ball-slapping Muffin-stuffer. I'm not sure."

Alan laughed. "But you know, about Mom, it's like you read my mind." He thrust himself into his sister's pussy forcefully some more. "How did you know I've been having fantasies about her?"

"Bro, sometimes you're so thick, and I'm not talking about your dick for once. If you weren't having fantasies about her until recently, then that made you the only one in town. It's like we've got Jayne Mansfield for our mom." She wanted to talk about what she knew regarding Susan's "help" with Alan's daily target, but she decided to wait until she knew Kim better before mentioning that in front of her.

"I guess I am a bit slow at times, Sis," he huffed and puffed. "Hey, why'd you pick Jayne Mansfield of all people?"

"I was trying to think of a famous actress with really, really big tits." She reached her hand up to her own tits. Diving between Alan's mauling hands, she tweaked her own nipples. A shiver went down her spine, which caused her body to shudder some and made her pussy throb even as Alan continued to plow her slowly and deeply.

"Oh. Good point. Anyways, of course I'd never do anything with her, since she's too nice, but imagine her coming to pick us up one day, and finding the three of us in a three-way. And then instead of getting mad, she rips off her clothes and joins in! I could imagine that actually happening!"

Then he remembered Kim there and felt obliged to belatedly add, "Of course these are just fantasies - I would never really think these thoughts of actually doing anything..."

Kim interrupted, "You two are getting me so hot again! How about we trade moms? Mine's a dear, but she's really let her body go to pot. Anyways, do you mind if I watch this time? I mean, since I kinda of am already."

"Sweet Little Sis, you mind?" said Alan, "It's fine with me."

"No prob, Big Hunky Brother. Pull up a chair, Kim, and imagine him pounding into to you on Monday."

Kim smiled broadly. "I think you just might convert me from lesbianism. But then Katherine is bound to convert me back all over again."

All three fucked and fingered each other and themselves for what seemed like an endless amount of time.

Alan worked on his fourth ejaculation. It seemed like he could stay hard forever as he lazily fucked his sister on the bed. The powerful scent of sex in the air grew even thicker with each passing moment.

Kim sat in her chair and worked on her own orgasms. Or at least she tried to sit in her chair. Sometimes she would get so excited that she'd stand up and be practically over them next to the bed while she furiously masturbated herself.

Alan was half-convinced that she would end up in bed with them, and didn't exactly mind the prospect.

However, she restrained herself. She knew that Alan was too nice to turn her away if she wanted to join them, but also that this needed to mainly be Alan and Katherine's special time with each other.

She grew more vocal as the afternoon went on and acted more and more like the cheerleader she was.

"Come on, Alan! Fuck your sister's pussy!" Kim cried while she frigged herself. "Show her how good you are, what a good brother you are. Slip it in and fuck her hard! Fuck her deep! Take your big bone and ram it into her. Plant your cock in her pussy!"

"That's what I'm doing already!" Alan cried out in amused frustration. He and his sister had moved back into the doggy-style position so that he could hammer into her more aggressively.

"Well keep doing it!" Kim yelled back. "Give her the fucking of her life! Fuck her tight, steamy pussy with your monster boner! Stick that bone! You're her brother - fuck her like you mean it!"

Kim liked to point out every few sentences how the two of them were brother and sister, as if they didn't know that fact already. But that encouragement helped keep everyone steamy hot.

At one point, Alan's energy flagged, and he had to take a breather.

Kim though, was ready to help. "Hey, I am a cheerleader after all. I think you two could use some inspiration." She disappeared for a minute and then came back with her pom-poms. Still naked, she started jumping around, shaking the pom-poms. She made up an improvised cheer:

"Fuck her hard
Fuck her deep
Make her cum
And make her weep!"

Alan and Katherine burst into laughter. Katherine in particular got the "sillies" - she just couldn't stop laughing. Kim's presence was most definitely appreciated.

The whole time Kim had been in the next room, she imagined that it was her instead of Katherine getting fucked. She continued to think along these lines: Katherine is so fucking lucky! Imagine having Alan as a brother! And then Susan as a mother! Fuck! Insane! I never knew I could get off on incest until these two came along. Hell, I never seriously even though about sex with a man. Now I'm soooo jealous. Fuuuuuccckkk! Oh God! Fuck each other! Ah! Yeah! Fuck me!

Katherine began to have little orgasms until finally it all merged into one massive orgasm for her. Just as she began to wildly buck under Alan, he shot his hot seed deep into her vagina.

Kim, too, came with them and staggered back into her chair.

Eventually they all shook out of their reverie.

Kim looked around and her eyes fell onto the clock. "It's been more than thirty minutes!" she yelled in sudden agitation. "We're running late. And how am I going to get these sheets cleaned up in time? I wasn't expecting a lake of cum. Shit! I guess I'll have to start the washing machine right now."

"Should we shower together?" Katherine asked her brother in a sexy voice. They dripped with sweat and cum.

He replied, "That would be another amazing first, but I'm totally spent. I don't think I'd be any fun. I have no idea how I'm going to get it up for nurse Akami tomorrow."

"What's that all about?" asked Kim, very curiously.

Alan realized he shouldn't have said that, and vaguely answered, "That's a secret we'll probably tell you later. We'll have to decide that. It's the story about how this sexual stuff all began. In any case, we don't have any time for stories now. Sister, why don't you and Kim take a shower together? You women can keep going long after us guys are all worn out."

"I don't know about that," said Katherine. She got up, but she obviously had trouble just standing, and leaned against the wall. "You fucked me so hard, I don't know if I can walk. Kim, you'll just have to help me tend my wounds in the shower."

"With pleasure!" She threw her pom-poms over her shoulder, glad to forget them when faced with such a tasty proposition. She wondered what it would be like to suck Alan's cum out of Katherine's pussy, if there was enough left.

The showers were quick, since Alan and Katherine were exhausted, sore, and in a hurry.

Kim did help "tend Katherine's wounds" though, and it did turn out there was some cum left to suck out. She was happy to do it.

Everyone got dressed.

Alan and Katherine both kissed Kim good-bye one after another just inside the front door for many minutes. The three of them eventually moved into a group hug and grope.

Private parts began to get uncovered again as the kissing and fondling intensified. But Kim finally said, "My mom is going to be here any minute. Let's save something for next time."

The two Plummer siblings finally and reluctantly disengaged after they profusely thanked Kim for the use of her house and her great hospitality.

Alan literally had to hold Katherine up as she walked to the car, she was so wobbly and her pussy was so sore from her first fucking.

As Alan took the wheel of the car, he looked at Katherine, and said very seriously, "Any regrets?"

"No. None. That was a dream come true. Fuck social convention. Together you and I can overcome everything. What about you?"

"I feel the same. No regrets. I feel like I should be feeling way guilty, but how could anything that feels that good be bad? That was awesome. Thank you, Sis. Thanks for encouraging this. ... We're a team. We'll stick together and deal with whatever may come."

They held hands and connected deeply as they stared into each other's eyes. It was the most romantic moment either of them had experienced.

Katherine thought, My fuck toy fantasy is a total rush, but this is even better! What I wouldn't give to be his wife and share moments like this forever and ever. It almost makes me sad that the one thing I most want I'll never get. But this is no day for sadness.

And so the most mind-blowing sexual experience of both Katherine and Alan so far in their short lives came to an end. Little did they realize that it was just the beginning of many, even greater pleasures.

CHAPTER 5

By the time the two of them got home, it was already past six.

Dinner would be ready in less than an hour, but Alan went back to his room and immediately fell fast asleep. He never thought a person could feel so utterly exhausted.

Katherine did the same. She tried to walk around as little as possible, and when she did it looked like she'd just ridden a horse all day, which wasn't too far off, metaphorically speaking.

They tried to rouse themselves for dinner. They were forced to make up stories about their fake club's first meeting to answer their parents' questions.

Alan was careful to continue acting tortured by his stimulation obligations in front of his mother. It was easy to do, since he was in a sort of agony already from sexual exhaustion. He didn't realize that Suzanne had recently told Susan that he wasn't having such trouble getting around lately, but it didn't really matter. Anything that reminded Susan of his erections served his purpose.

After dinner, Susan asked Alan to wash the dishes with her so she could have a moment alone with him.

Ron watched TV in the living room, totally oblivious.

Alan couldn't help but notice that she was wearing only a towel. It had occurred to him that in recent days she seemed to frequently come and go from taking a shower. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what this was about: that allowed her to wear nothing more than a towel to titillate him, but at the same time her husband wouldn't think anything was amiss in the extremely rare chance that he could be torn from the TV.

She could even partially drop or readjust the towel, but so far she hadn't done that. She was still afraid to take things back to how they were before Ron arrived.

Susan asked Alan in deliberately vague terms, "Tiger, how are things going with your problem?"

Alan put on another extremely pained expression, and said, "I'm hanging in there, but it's hard. So hard." He deliberately used the word "hard" instead of something like "difficult" and really emphasized it so his mother would visually imagine his engorged penis.

Her eyes opened wide, and he knew the little trick worked. It helped that she didn't have to expend much mental effort to imagine his hardness: his penis strained the fabric of his shorts like it fought to get out.

"Hang in there," she said reassuringly. "It's just another week." That was a vague reference to when Ron would finally fly back to Asia. Her voice sounded bland, but her eyes were glued to his crotch. She thought, Oh my. Just look at that thing! If he adjusts his shorts maybe it'll poke right out the bottom. Do it, Tiger! Let me see all of you!

"I know, Mom, I know. Seven days. I can't last that long!"

Susan patted his head reassuringly and said mildly, "Don't worry, it'll be all right."

But her thoughts weren't mild at all. It would be even better if I let this towel drop. Then Alan would see me in the buff and his thing would burst right through his shorts! I'd be forced to suck it off before Ron saw how obscenely his woody stood out. Isn't that the kind of help I'm supposed to give?

Alan said with genuinely, "Thanks, Mom. Your support gives me strength."

"Son, you can do it. Be strong." Maybe if I let this towel fall, that could help you. Or you could really be a man, and grab it off. You know you want to! Don't be so shy. Be strong!

Her hand drifted to where the towel was tucked in, over her huge rack. She thought, If only Ron wasn't home, I'd drop it for sure...

"Mom, you're the best. I love you."

"I love you, too," she answered, with a benign smile. But her inner voice practically screamed now, and it was all she could do not to gawk at his crotch ever more blatantly. Her hand nervously grabbed the towel and she felt a nearly overwhelming desire to pull it open. If you love me so much, Tiger, rip this towel off! Take it off and ravage me! I don't care if my husband IS in the other room! Show your love and take me! Do me right here!

Suddenly Susan turned around and rushed out of the room. She fell onto her bed in her own room and quietly sobbed. Her mind was filled with visions of burning in hell. She cursed herself for her lack of control.

Alan was oblivious to his mother's inner torment, because on the outside she'd acted the same as she always did, except for a slightly trembling lip and a hand which clutched the towel far too tightly. He hadn't been looking her in the eye (as he was too fixated on her towel) so he didn't notice her gawking. He felt a twinge of guilt at lying to her just after having sex with his sister, but not nearly as guilty as he would have expected himself to feel.

As he headed towards the living room to watch TV with his father, he thought, How could my mom really criticize me or blame me for doing anything with Sis, when she's sucked my cock so enthusiastically? Why should I feel guilt?

Susan and Ron went out with Suzanne and her husband Eric to some social function not long afterwards.

Alan and Katherine were left alone, but both were happy just to vegetate, especially since they had their own rule only to fuck at Kim's house so they wouldn't be caught, at least for the time being. They were both so emotionally and physically wiped out that neither had any hope of getting any homework done that evening, even though Alan had a big test the next day.

CHAPTER 6

The two siblings were nowhere near ready for more sexual play when Amy came over about an hour later.

"Hey Alan, hey Katherine," Amy said to them as they lay flopped in the living room and watched TV. "It's just the three of us at home, right?"

"Right," said Alan. He thought, Uh-oh. Here comes something else.

"Goody. I'm still hoping you'll give me that homework help, but I'm also really worried about my pussy. Isn't it overdue for another shaving? Can you guys please help me out? Pleeeasse?!"

Alan turned around and finally took a look at Amy. He was incredibly turned on by what she wore. Once she'd walked in and found out the Plummer parents were gone, she took off her T-shirt and unbuttoned her blue jean cut off shorts. All she had under the shirt was an oversized top that was dark blue on one side and white on the other.

Alan realized that Amy had started to learn how to show herself off. Her top was sexy enough the last time she'd worn it, but now she'd arranged it so both nipples sometimes partly popped out. He wondered if she'd stretched the material or something so the top could hang off of her even more loosely.

Her shorts were slung so low that Alan was amazed that they somehow managed to hang on to her wide hips at all. With her shorts unbuttoned, nearly all of her pussy hair would have been exposed to prying eyes if she still had any hair down there.

But Alan was completely worn out. He thought, Why does Amy have to dress like this just after I've been fucked nearly to death? It's such a shame to not fully appreciate her sexiness.

"Oh God, can you handle this, Sis? I don't think I can even get up out of this couch, much less get up other ways." Yet even as Alan said this, he felt twitches of life in his penis, thanks to Amy's slutty clothing.

His sister replied, "Talk about being unable to walk - look at me! And do you remember what happened to me in cheerleading practice, on top of that? I'm even more wiped out than you are!"

"Yeah, wasn't cheerleading practice fun?" said an energetic Amy enthusiastically. "You want to work some more on the leakage problem?"

"Ugggghh!" both siblings sighed.

Amy looked puzzled.

"I'll take it," said Alan finally. "I won't enjoy it, much, but I gotta build up my stamina. It's all part of building up my energy, I guess."

But he continued to lie there, as if he waited for his body's energy to charge some more first. He commented lightheartedly, "Boy, Amy, looks like you're really having some trouble keeping your clothes on these days."

"Oh goody!" she squealed. "You noticed! I love dressing up all sexily like this. It's almost as much fun as being naked. Aren't clothes just the biggest bother?"

That roused Alan a bit. Partly to stall having to move, he asked Amy, "You're really fine with nakedness, aren't you?"

"Gosh yeah! Totally! What's the point of clothes, anyways? Don't you think they're kind of silly? Like guys wearing ties. That's just silly! Okay, if it's cold, clothes are good, I guess. But on a nice warm day, why get all covered up? I would have walked over from next door without any clothes at all except for everyone getting so upset when I do something like that. Mom and Dad never let me be naked, like, EVER! And you should see Brad's face when he finds me watching TV without any clothes sometimes."

"I'll bet," Alan commented. He could well imagine Brad's consternation.

Amy continued, "Wouldn't it be great if everyone was naked all day long? Except for the really ugly people." She giggled. "But imagine if everyone was beautiful, and we were all naked, and it was sunny and green and we all lived in nature. Wouldn't that be, like, the super bestest of all? Kind of like Adam and Eve."

Katherine pointed out, with a bit of a leading question, "But if everyone is naked and good looking, then don't you think all the people would get lusty and start having sex all the time?"

Amy grabbed one of her tits and clutched it idly as she thought. She appeared to contemplate taking her top off. But then she answered, "Yeah, but would that be a problem? I mean, isn't that how it was in the Bible? Weren't Adam and Eve, like, doing it to each other all over Eden? And when they had kids, weren't they doing it with their parents and each other? Sisters rutting with brothers and sons doing it with their mothers? Otherwise, who populated the Earth? And I thought that was the utopia we all want to go back to."

Alan had visions first of himself fucking his sister. They were incredibly vivid images from just a short time before. He momentarily wondered if Amy knew more than she let on about what they did, by talking about sibling sex for the first time ever. Then he had images of Amy running around a perfect garden, bent over some big rock and taken from behind by man after man. Everywhere she would wander in the garden, men would grab her and fuck the living shit out of her, but she would just smile blissfully and say, "Wow!"

That roused him enough to motivate him to stand up. He went with Amy to the bathroom. He felt glad to know at least that Amy wouldn't hate him and Katherine if she found out what they were doing to each other.

"Did I come at a bad time?" Amy asked, as she closed the bathroom door behind the both of them and shed her clothes with a boundless enthusiasm. "Both of you seem all poopy."

"Kind of," said Alan, "but that's okay. We're happy to help you out, anytime."

Amy sat on the edge of the bathtub and faced away from it, as she did before.

Alan was so exhausted he didn't even bother to take his clothes off.

"No, you seem really tired," said a visibly worried Amy. "Are you sure you want to do this? We can do it tomorrow instead."

"No, well actually..." A naughty thought went across Alan's bleary brain. "The truth is, I have a problem. Can you keep another secret? A super secret?"

"Of course," said Amy, happy to be gaining his trust. "Haven't I been good with secrets?"

"Yes, I guess you have. Anyway, the problem is with my penis. You see, my penis is all tired out. And when my penis is tired, that means I'm tired, too."

"Oh gosh! That sounds horrible!" Amy gushed. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Well, actually there is. If you could get my penis excited again, then I could get a new rush of energy and would have no trouble shaving your pussy."

"Oh goody! I'd love to help! And it would only be fair, since you've been helping me so much. But... everybody tells me that penises are bad. Especially penises and pussies put together. Like what almost happened with me and Jack Johnson last year. Aren't those thingies bad? My parents told me never to touch one."

"No, don't be silly! A penis isn't bad. Weren't we telling you the other day about all the wonderful things a penis can do, like how it can cure the hiccups and all that? It's just that certain men are bad, and they do bad things with their penises. So your parents gave you a blanket warning to make sure you'd be safe. It's like when your parents told you not to talk to strangers when you were a kid. It's not like all strangers are bad, but your parents didn't know if you could tell the good ones from the bad ones."

"Oh, I get it. Well, I trust you completely. If you say so, then I'm sure it's fine. So what do you want me to do?"

"Do you mind if I take it out?" asked Alan, ready with his hands on the band of his shorts.

"No, of course not. I wanna see it!"

Alan wearily took his shorts and underwear off and lay down on the floor. The weather was still always hot and everyone wore nothing but shorts, it seemed. His flaccid penis hung lifelessly between his legs for Amy to see. Even Amy's naked body and all their talking weren't enough to revive it.

"Oh no!" said Amy. "It looks sad. Not at all like the ones I've seen in the movies and stuff."

"Yes, very sad," Alan agreed. "If you could rub it with your fingers maybe you could invigorate it and make it happy again. Then it would stick out proudly like a flag pole."

"I don't know... Are you sure this is okay? I've never really touched a guy's thingy before, except when I was trying to push Jack away."

"Amy, let me tell you another secret. Do you remember a while back when you walked in on us watching TV, and you saw your mother sitting with her pussy wide open and pointed so I could see it?"

"Sure. That's when you first let me in on a secret."

"Well, the reason she was showing me her pussy was because she also knows about how my penis, my thingy, is usually sad. She was trying to excite me to help it get back to life. She touches and rubs it a lot to help, and even Katherine and Susan do sometimes."

"Oh really? You've been getting them to help you and you never asked for my help? I'm hurt." Amy pouted. "I'm happy to help in any way. What do I have to do?"

"Like I said, if you could start rubbing it."

Amy took his penis into her hands. It already began to show the first signs of a revival, even before she touched it.

"Gosh, it feels weird. Kind of like a limp vegetable or something."

"Yeah, it's kind of like that now. Just gently rub it with your hands some and you'll see it grows and gets better."

Amy began rubbing it.

"That's good," said Alan. He noticed Amy seemed to have a natural knack for rubbing penises, because from the very start her touch felt great. But to help her improve, he gave her advice on the best spots to rub and told her to focus on the sensitive spot just under the head.

It quickly grew to full size in her hands. She asked, "Is that as big as it gets?"

"Yes, pretty much."

"Gosh, it's so big! Bigger than the ones I've seen in pictures and stuff."

"It gets to be almost eight inches, which they say is pretty good, but it won't stay that way for long today. It's soooo tired. I think we need something else. You know, boys have some favorite body parts. They love pussies, butts and boobies."

"I know that, silly! Guys are always trying to touch my butt and my boobies, but my friends and parents say I'm not allowed to touch them back!"

"Well, generally that's a very good rule. But with me it's different, like I explained before. Maybe if I played with your boobies, it would help my penis grow a little bit more." She thrust her chest out. "M'kay! Should I lean in towards you, then?"

"Yeah. That's a good idea." Alan reached out and began to fondle her lovely boobs. They weren't gigantic like his mother's or her mother's, but were still damn big, and perfectly shaped for their size. They rode high on her chest and stuck out proudly, even when she wasn't deliberately thrusting forward.

"Oh, look!" said Amy excitedly. "I think your thingy is growing even more! It's swelling in my hand. I'm so glad I could help. And it feels good to help, too. Especially when you touch my nipples like that."

Alan was already fully erect, but he didn't want to diminish her enthusiasm. Certainly he grew hornier with each passing minute, more because of the way that Amy had shown herself to be submissive to his every desire than the actual physical contact between them.

"Mmmm. Yeah," she cooed as Alan put more vigor into exploring her chest. "Feels so good. You can touch my boobies any time you want. You don't even have to ask - just grab 'em. Don't worry if I'm wearing any clothes - just take 'em off if you want to."

Alan thought about that. Man, life is good! Amy's boobs are so big and soft, too! What luck to have a next door neighbor like her. How is it everything's falling my way all of a sudden? I wonder if Aunt Suzy put her up to this? Nah, Suzanne is really protective of her.

As she returned her attention to his penis, she asked, "Now what? Do I keep rubbing?"

"Yes, you should keep rubbing or else it may go down again." In actual fact, Alan realized that his dishonest story had come true. His body's energy WAS reviving. Maybe I shouldn't doubt the doctor's diagnosis after all, he thought.

As she continued to rub, he began to feel that he had the energy to give Amy a good, solid fuck. He figured, If I asked her to fuck, she'd probably just say, "M'kay!" Only hours ago I was a virgin, and now I could fuck a second girl on the very same day as my sister! How amazing is that?

But it seems the conditions aren't right. For one thing, no doubt I'd catch hell from both Susan and Suzanne. Plus, I don't think my penis could handle anything more today. At the very least, I wouldn't enjoy it as much as I should. If I do it with Amy, I should make it a special experience for the both of us, just like it was with Katherine.

He was drawing dangerously close to a climax. "That's good, Amy, you can stop now." He pulled his hands away from her chest.

"Are you sure?" she asked, still rubbing. "I really don't mind rubbing at all, and I think what you've been doing with your hands is great."

"No, really, take your hands off NOW, please!"

"M'kay," and she did so, feeling slightly hurt. "Geez."

Alan explained, "Sorry for getting anxious there. It's just that, well, we really have to hurry things up so we can shave your pussy before everyone gets back home."

"That's okay; I'm kind of new at this. I'm sure I screw things up. But that was fun! If you want to rub my boobies, or have me rub your thingy anytime, just let me know!"

"I'll do that." He thought, Jesus, she's like a completely pliable sex object! She'll do anything I say and not even wonder why. Talk about a real fuck toy! That's such a turn on!

He said, "All right, let's hurry up with your shaving. Today we have to hurry. Some other day we can do a more thorough job. Spread your legs really wide."

He stood up and got out the shaving cream and razor. His penis continued to happily stand at attention.

"Your thingy looks funny bouncing around while you walk," Amy giggled.

Alan was too tired to think of a response. "Hold still, and close your eyes," was all he could say. He covered her pussy and began to shave it. Then he remembered the whole "checking for bumps" story. He felt obligated to follow through with that.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to starting checking for bumps again."

"Mind? I just loooooove it when you check for bumps," mumbled Amy out of the corners of her mouth in an attempt not to even move her lips.

Alan could barely understand her words; she took his command not to move very literally. He thrust his fingers in an out of her pussy. He gave her a vigorous finger-fuck and didn't even make a pretense to "check for bumps" on the interior walls of her vagina.

Then Alan finished shaving her as fast as any professional barber would have, especially since it wasn't a big job like the first time was when she had a full bush. "Amy, you can open your eyes now and you don't have to worry about sitting still anymore."

The shaving duty over, he continued to "check for bumps" for many more long minutes. Meanwhile, they talked.

"Gosh, I just totally love it when you check for bumps," she said again. "It reminds me a lot of something that happened to me earlier today."

"You mean with you and Heather at cheerleader practice?"

"You know about that?" said a very surprised Amy. "I thought that was supposed to be a special secret."

"It is, but anything that Katherine knows I'm likely to know, and vice versa. Like I'll tell her later how you helped me out just now. And her secrets are always safe with me, so no worries."

"Oh. M'kay."

"Actually, Amy, checking for bumps is a lot like masturbating. Sorry to hear about your leaking fluids problem, but Katherine and I will be glad to help you figure that out later, on some other day."

"Really? Wow! You two are the best. Always helping me out!"

"That's what friends are for." A thought occurred to Alan: in his book reading he'd done recently to become a better lover, he'd learned about a woman's G-spot and how to find it. He decided to put the knowledge to use. So he said, "You know, Amy, there's one area in particular where a lot of bumps accumulate. Let me check there."

He searched the inner wall above her slit, and found a rougher area easily enough. He focused his attentions there.

After a few seconds, Amy said, "Oh no, I think I have to go pee! But I don't want you to stop."

"Just fight that feeling. I think it'll pass. It's just that I think I've found one of these elusive bumps." He kept rubbing, and from the changing look on Amy's face, knew he was onto something. Her G-spot slowly expanded, until there was no doubt it was quite a big "bump."

"You feel that Amy? What my fingers are going over? That's one of these bumps I've been warning you about. Now you can see why shaving is so dangerous and why we have to help you so much."

"Are you saying these are supposed to be bad? But it feels so good when you touch them! Please don't stop! I love my bumps!" She trembled and shook from another orgasm.

Alan waited until she came down from her erotic high. Then he said, "We can talk more about these bumps later. Now that we've found one, we'll have to redouble our efforts to find the others. But we really should stop here. I'm getting tired again." He pulled his fingers out of her pussy.

She was very disappointed by that. "Oh no! Here, play with my boobies some more, and let me hold your thingy."

"I appreciate the thought, but I really have got to get going. Remember that this is all another super secret. And don't let anyone else touch you like how Katherine and I have been touching you, unless one of us says so, like what happened with Katherine and you and Heather. You can't trust anyone else, and you don't want to have what almost happened with Jack Johnson happen again."

"Dear me, no. You two are the bestest pals! You guys would never take advantage of me. I don't trust anybody else. You're like, super trusty."

Alan pulled up his pants and watched Amy put her clothes back on. "Why don't you go find Katherine and tell her everything we've just done. She'd like to know how it's going with the shaving of your pussy, and like I said, we don't keep secrets between us. I'm so tired I think I'm just gonna go lie in my room."

CHAPTER 7

Alan lay down on his bed and began to drift off to sleep, even though he knew it was still before nine o'clock.

He woke up when he heard his sister enter his room. "Someone has been a very naughty boy," he heard her say to him. He opened his eyes and saw her dressed in all her clothes, ready in case the parents returned.

"Headline: pot calls kettle black," Alan tried to joke. He asked of Amy, "Is she gone?"

"Of course." She grabbed a pillow and lay down on the floor near his bed.

"You know," he went on, "between you and me, her supposed protectors, we're doing a pretty lousy job of protecting her. In fact, it seems like we're slowly turning her into a sex addict."

Katherine didn't seem perturbed about it. "Ah well, what can you do."

"Very funny," said Alan. "You know I feel pretty bad for playing with her like a toy, but I feel even more turned on, for doing it again. She's just so damn fuckable! Talk about a fuck toy! She's so ready and willing. You know, I think that if I told her that my penis was a paintbrush and I had to use it to draw a painting on the back of her vagina, I half expect she'd believe it!"

They both laughed.

"Yeah, I agree," nodded Katherine. "But keep in mind, buster, who your number one fuck toy is! No need to go all the way to Amy next door when my bedroom is only ten feet away."

"Don't worry, she can't compete with you 'cos you're my sister and my best friend and I love you. But admit it: you want her, too. You're gonna turn into a total lesbian if you don't watch out!" he playfully chided.

"Bah! When I could have your cock instead? No thanks, Big Penis-pistol Brother. A pussy is just something to bide my time with, since you seem to be so busy with so many women. I gotta admit, I'm jealous of Suzanne and Susan, not to mention your appointment with Akami tomorrow. I'll bet the clothes will be flying off pretty fast there!"

"I bet you're right about that. And I'm totally into you, Katherine. We're brother and sister and that'll never change, and I hope us being physical and fucking our brains out will never change, too. But you have to admit our two favorite moms are pretty incredible. I mean, now that you're doing it with girls, wouldn't you do either of them, or both, in a heartbeat? You have to figure I would as well."

"Yeah, okay, they're pretty fuckable. They're like porn stars or centerfolds. But that's the problem. I figure I can't compete with that. Their pretty faces, wide hips, long, muscular legs... And of course, each of their boobs could be an entire Macy's parade float for crying out loud. How can I compete?"

"Don't worry; your boobs are plenty big enough to keep me happy. And you're still growing, not to mention what good shape you're in too. You're already bigger in the chest than Mom was when she was your age, she tells us. If you keep that up, you're going to need a forklift in front of you holding them up whenever you walk around!"

"You say the nicest things, Big Horse-hung Brother! Do you really think my boobs are nice? They feel kind of inadequate to me." She sat up and took her shirt off so he could have a good look at them.

"Are you crazy, Sis? They're amazing. You sound like a multimillionaire who complains about being poor 'cos he's not a billionaire. Virtually any girl your age would kill for boobs like yours. And they make me very happy, so please don't keep putting yourself down. You're completely gorgeous. You have such a perfect body! I mean, geez, forget about your great tits for a second. What about your ass? Or your legs? Your legs really do go on forever. I must have been blind not to want to fuck you years ago."  

Alan wasn't just saying that to make her feel better either – he honestly couldn't understand how she could have a complex about her boob size or worry about her looks in general. He added, "But could you please put your shirt back on? We're supposed to be on our best behavior at home, right?"

"I'm just taking it off for a second so I can get your opinion of them. And if you put it that way, I guess I can stand to share you just a little. Like the tortoise and the hare, huh? But what about Amy? She makes me jealous, too. She's young, big-boobed, and growing. Her tits are bigger than mine, you know. And speaking of asses, she has a particularly fine ass, I'm sure you'll agree. It's big, but not at all flabby."

"Jealous? You mean when your fingers aren't deep inside her? Anyways, you and I can have fun with Amy physically, and she's really nice and a good friend, but she'll never have the emotional place in my heart you do. And boobs and asses and their sizes aren't everything, either. You know you're way more toned and fit than she is, for one thing. Also, I need a girlfriend for school, if only for social convention. What are people going to say: 'There goes Alan, the guy who never dated a girl in high school, and never dated a girl in his life?' But I only want to have a girlfriend who understands about you and me, and is willing to participate in it, even. I'm beginning to think Amy would fit the bill."

"I could live with that, on the outside," said Katherine. "As long as you treat me like your girlfriend at home. And we all know what your number one boyfriend responsibility is." She reached out to grab his penis.

He intercepted her hand and kept her at bay. He just didn't have the energy, plus there was the danger factor.

"Okay, fine. I'm tired too. But it's your job to keep me filled with that." Then she changed topics. "But also, what about Kim? Why don't you make her your girlfriend?"

He replied, "She may get her jollies with me - we'll see if that happens. But let's face it. At heart she prefers women. Besides, she's not really my type. Too young and immature."

"Physically immature," Katherine clarified for him. "I know what kind your type is: the kind with tits so big that they fall over forwards whenever they try to walk. Like two certain mothers I could name."

"All right, there's some truth to that. As if that makes me different from every other male in the universe. But don't worry." Alan comforted her with a warm hug. "I seriously love you just as much as either of them. After all, you're my sister, and there's a real thrill in making love to my sister that only you can satisfy. And by the time you've finished growing, Macy's will be calling you to see if you have two new entries for their parade, too. You're a knockout already, and you're still coming into your own. In thirty years I hope we'll still be fucking each other, while Suzanne and Susan sadly will already be senior citizens."

"Thanks!" Katherine said, somewhat relieved. "You're the best brother anyone could have. In any case, let's not go any further with Amy for a while, okay? I feel like I have enough competition in your fantasies, what, between Mom, Suzanne, Amy, Akami, Kim, Ms. Rhymer..."

"Hey, whoa, I've never even touched Ms. Rhymer!"

"Yeah, that's the only one of the bunch you can say that about, I noticed! And you seem to have a way with women nowadays. I'm sure she'll fall like a domino, if you're after her." She mocked Ms. Rhymer's voice, and asked pleadingly, "'Oh Alan, my young man, please let your teacher help you with your medical problem!'"

Alan laughed.

Katherine went on in her normal voice, "Anyways, I've told you I don't mind you doing other women, as long as you don't forget me. Especially since I seem to get a share of the action too, from time to time."

They both laughed at that.

Katherine continued in reference to Ms. Rhymer, "You've had the hots for teacher for two years already." She sang the Van Halen song: "You've got it bad, got it bad, got it bad, you're hot for teacher."

Alan rolled his eyes, but was secretly pleased at the whole teacher-romance concept. That song was frequently in his mind lately.

She continued, "If she had any sense, she should have been having you pound her through a wall with that jackhammer cock of yours, instead of giving you blue balls all this time. She has her nose in books instead of up your crotch."

"Why don't you tell that to her?" suggested Alan facetiously. "Anyway, I'm really beat. And I'm sure Mom and Father would love to hear their model kids talk like this."

Alan still lay on his bed with Katherine now back on the floor near him. He looked over the edge of his bed to see if she'd put her shirt back on yet, but instead of putting it back on, she'd taken her shorts off as well.

"Sister!" he whined. "That's not what I call putting your shirt back on."

She smiled naughtily. "I know, but my shorts were chafing me." She giggled.

"You and your chafing," he said with a sigh. "What am I going to do with you? You seem determined to get caught."

"I have a suggestion on what you can do with me, Big Studly Brother, but it's only going to make you more upset with me. You see, I have this hole that needs to be filled with a hot injection of thick man-meat."

"Katherine! Not at home, remember?"

"I locked the door to your room, you know, and these walls are practically sound proof. I'm not stupid."

"Nope," Alan said firmly. "You're certainly not, but I really have to put my foot down. And whatever happened to being all tired and sore, anyways?"

"I am sore. Soooo sore. But any time is the right time to fuck. I think the only cure for my sore pussy is some Big Thick Brother cock. It's like drinking some more alcohol to cure a hangover. Why not a little more sister-poking? When it comes to you, just imagine a little sign above my pussy: 'Open 24 hours a day.' Just like the corner Quickee Mart." They both giggled. "You sure you don't want to make a quick stop into your sister's pussy?"

She swirled around to face him, spread her legs, and opened her pussy lips wide with her fingers. "Calling all cock! Calling all cocks! Mayday! Mayday! All hands on dick!"

Alan laughed, but he also gave a look with his face that said no.

She sighed. "But if you insist on leaving me horny, can I at least take care of you?" She got up and cradled his penis in her hands. Despite his exhaustion, it had grown hard thanks to all the sex talk.

"We can't even do that while Ron is home. What if one of them walked in? As much as I'd love it, believe me. But a rule is a rule."

"But the door is locked!"

"Yeah, but it's a slippery slope."

She kidded as she ran her fingers up and down it, "I'll agree that it's slippery. Definitely slippery most of the time. I'm not so sure about the slope part though. A little bit crooked, maybe, but not much."

Alan swatted her hand away, in a playful yet effective manner. "One of us has to retain at least a shred of sanity and restraint, Sexy Little Sister." He smiled as he decided that if she always called him big brother with an adjective thrown in, he could reciprocate a bit more.

She smiled too. "Okay, tough guy. I'll go then. You're just leaving me wanting you even more badly, Big, Long, Hard, Throbbing, Sister-stuffing Brother. But remember that I'm serious about what I said about sharing. I don't mind setting you up with someone like Heather, if you're brave enough to handle her, since I know you wouldn't want her for a permanent girlfriend. Obviously her personality is a real turn off for you and she'd just be a momentary diversion that I could partake in. But someone like Christine, someone you really love who could take you away from me, that really worries me."

"Don't worry. As I keep telling you, Christine is just a friend now. And I know Heather looks great and is the talk of the town and all that, but I know I wouldn't like her or wanna get close to her. In fact, there's no woman in the world who will take my sole attention now that I have so many wonderful women all helping me out. I would be a fool to accept any situation where I couldn't fuck you constantly, Moist Little Sister. That's one thing you don't have to worry about at all."

"That makes me feel so much better. I wish I could be your girlfriend in school too, but I realize that ain't gonna happen."

"Yeah, that would be cool," Alan said wistfully. "But you never know. College maybe? We're not actually genetically brother and sister, so as long as nobody knows us from high school..."

"All right, don't get my hopes up already. There are always problems. Like, what if you're at college and Ron asks you, 'So Alan, who's your new girlfriend?' What could you say? 'Uh, actually it's someone you know...' Ain't gonna happen. Anyways, I'm out of here already, Big Pulsing Pounding But-not-ramming-his-sister-nearly-enough Brother."

Alan laughed. "Hey, if we get so into these naming games, we'll never finish our sentences. Not to mention, someone might overhear. What's more is that it hasn't even been one day since I rammed you, as you so poetically describe it. Have a little patience."

She huffed, but playfully. "Easy for you to say. That's like saying to a heroin addict, 'Hey, only 24 hours of cold turkey withdrawal. What's the big deal?' But I'm curious. How many times did you get off today?" She stood up and began to put her clothes back on.

"Let's see, if you don't count last night after midnight, which technically belongs to yesterday in my record keeping, then it was once this morning, twice at lunch, four times with you this afternoon and almost once with Amy. And my penis has cried surrender for the night. So, seven. I've done better. But in terms of quality vs. quantity, I don't think it'll ever be possible to beat today."

"Well now I've got something to aim for, don't I?" She winked. "Goodnight, sister-fucker. Thanks again for the great day!"

"Thank you, too! Goodnight, brother-fucker!" he said with deep contentment.  

She kissed him goodnight on the lips for several minutes. As she was still partially naked, she tried to lead to something more and got aggressive with her hands, but Alan and his sore penis wouldn't have it.

He barely had the will to push her away, and he pointed out, "You see what I mean about the slippery slope?"

As she made to leave, she made the comment, "Too bad I have to go, but once you start fucking Mom, she and I can take turns sleeping in your bed! Or we could all sleep together. Wouldn't you like that, Big Shove Your Huge Monster Sister Splitter Deep Into Me And Then Make Me Suck Your Hard Cock Over And Over Again All Night Long' Brother?"

Alan had no comment, but Katherine could tell from his facial expression that he would like that very much. He looked cute blushing.

Alan was surprised again at how little guilt plagued him over his incestuous thoughts and deeds.

Instead, he filled the void by saying, "Actually, Squeezy Little Sister, as much fun as we're having calling each other names, we're definitely getting carried away with that, and it's dangerous. So we can't do that, either. Not to mention, these names get me so hot that it really weakens my resolve. And it gives me too big of a head."

"Awww. But don't worry, I'll give you head. Would you like me to give you big head?" She moved back towards his crotch.

"Sis! Please. I said A big head. Emphasis on the A."

She pretended to be dumb. "OooOOOoooh. My bad." She giggled, then winked, and finally slipped out the door.

CHAPTER 8 (Friday, Oct. 25)

Alan was asleep within minutes, and had a good ten hours of rest that night. When he woke up, he felt like a million bucks, and so did his penis. His alarm woke him early. He got some black paint from the garage, and secretly repainted his sister's crotch in the shower before breakfast.

He thought, Man, I am so glad the bathroom door has a lock. Especially since Ron knocked on the door to see if the bathroom was free - that was a close one!

No way am I going to get caught again. But if I have to get caught, I'd rather get caught painting here than in the supply closet at school. I could always make up some excuse to Mom and Father about painting my sister, weird though it might look. After all, we're only painting. Plus, I'm getting pretty good at coming up with bullshit stories on the fly. Kim will just have to manage on her own 'cos I'm not going back in that supply room. Hopefully her paint job will hold since she didn't get fucked all afternoon like my sis.

Once Katherine left, Alan masturbated as he showered and relived what he and his sister had done the day before. He figured he was ready for anything Akami might dish out, and also fantasized about Ms. Rhymer throwing herself at him after school. But he made sure not to cum, sure that he'd have better chances later in the day.

After both Alan and Katherine left for school and Ron left for work (his vacation at home wasn't much of a vacation), Suzanne came over as usual and joined Susan for their daily exercise regimen.

Susan was proud of herself that she'd gone all of Thursday without any inappropriate touching of her son. However, her urges were inexorably building up. After everything that happened on Tuesday, Suzanne seemingly managed to bring every private conversation she had with Susan around to a discussion of Alan and his ever needy erection. She was so slick that Susan never realized how Suzanne was deliberately goading and tempting her at every turn.

This day, Susan burned off her sexual frustrations by attacking the exercise machines with unusual vigor. By the time they were all done, she felt like a limp noodle.

After Suzanne left, Susan went back to her bedroom and took a nap, something she hardly ever did. She slept and dreamed.

The dream started out as a replay of what had really happened that morning at breakfast. Ron was busy reading his usual Investor's Business Daily newspaper while Katherine and Alan gobbled down the big breakfasts Susan had prepared for them. Ever the dutiful housewife, she was constantly coming and going to the kitchen to serve everyone else's needs. It was a wonder she found time to eat her breakfast with them as well.

So this was exactly how it was in her dream, except that she was wearing an outrageously sexy and revealing nightgown. The gown was semi-transparent, not to mention open to the waist, but neither Alan nor Katherine found this in the least bit strange. Whether Ron would have been shocked was unknown because he was so absorbed in his newspaper that he wasn't paying any attention to the others.

She looked down and realized that most of both her breasts were hanging out of her robe, but it was cut in such a way that there was really nothing she could do about it.

Susan at first didn't even realize it was a dream and not reality, but things somehow seemed like they were supposed to be. She continued performing her usual morning rituals and duties in a bewildered daze.

Then when she brought Alan his usual bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, he started to feel her up. Not surprisingly, his hands honed in on her E-cup sized rack.

She stood there blushing while he reached inside her nightgown and groped at her bare chest.

He said casually, as if he did this all the time around Ron, "Mom, I'm checking to make sure you're following the rules."

She whispered, "The rules?"

"Yes. The rules that state you're not allowed to wear a bra or panties. Ever." His cereal temporarily forgotten, he twisted and pulled on her nipples with both hands.

Susan's mouth hung wide open. If her heart hadn't been pounding hard before, it certainly was now. She stared with horror at Ron's newspaper, fully expecting that he'd heard what Alan had just said and would take the paper down. Then all hell would break loose. But the paper stayed up. The only sign there was someone alive on the other side of it was the sight of some fingertips holding up the paper and the sounds of a bagel being chewed.

She finally looked back down at Alan and whispered almost inaudibly, "Tiger, I think you have your answer already!"

Alan spoke back without making any effort at keeping his voice down. "True. At least about your tits. Let's check your pussy." One of his hands dropped down to the front of her crotch and the other reached around to her ass. Two of his fingers pushed into her slit, which was already moist and eager. All his fondling in front and back kept her gown wide open and her entire front side exposed. It was a near miracle her gown managed to cling to her shoulders and stay on (not that it covered much in any case).

Susan remembered Katherine was there and looked over at her. She seemed completely unperturbed by what was happening and just chomped away at her crunchy cereal. However, there was no newspaper blocking her view so she kept looking over at what Alan was doing.

Susan whispered to her, "Angel, what's happening here?! Don't you find what Alan's doing to me a bit... odd?!"

Katherine giggled. "Odd? Mom, you're the odd one today. Alan's just making his usual underwear check. He's checked me twice already this morning! See?" She was wearing a gown held closed by a sash, and without getting up she opened the sash and exposed herself from her neck to her knees. Sure enough, she was unencumbered by any underwear.

She leered at Alan. "Brother, you wanna check me again?" Like Alan, she wasn't trying to keep her voice down whatsoever. She added in a sultry purr, "With your special prober, perhaps?"

Alan winked at her. "Maybe later, Sis. Suzanne gave the prober a pretty good workout last night. Besides, I think I'm gonna be checking Mom for a while."

Katherine just grinned and went back to her cereal. She left her gown wide open.

Susan found all of these disturbing events to be terribly arousing. Her pussy was gushing thanks to Alan's continued fingering. She knew that if she didn't get him to stop soon, she'd cum and cum hard. She was certain the resulting scream would wake the dead and certainly have to clue Ron in.

So she said, "Alan, please! No! That's enough!"

He frowned. "Enough? Mom, I don't like your attitude. Blow me."

"What?! How DARE you talk to your mother that way!" Since the others weren't whispering, her voice was growing louder and louder too.

"Mom, I'm not going to warn you twice. Blow me now, or I'm going to have to take your over my knee and give you a good spanking." He looked like he was ready to do it.

Susan's mouth gaped like a fish. At first she rejected the idea of a blowjob out of hand. But she weighed her options and decided that if she had any chance of saving her marriage by miraculously keeping Ron oblivious, the blowjob was the lesser of two very horrible options. The loud ass slaps in a spanking would alert anyone who wasn't completely deaf to what was happening.

While she was making up her mind, Alan tugged on her gown and kept tugging until her gown was on the floor.

Susan immediately bent down to pick it up but before she could Katherine snatched it away. Susan then reached for it, but Katherine crumpled it into a ball and held it away like she was protecting the ball during a basketball game.

"Naughty, naughty, Mom," Katherine chided her. "You know the rules in this house. Cocksucking Alan is always done naked."

Susan was feeling frantic. There was a part of her that wanted to blow Alan so bad she could almost literally taste it, but a greater part of her was scared to death with Ron right there. Seeing that Alan was busy eating his cereal at the moment, she decided to try and slip away upstairs without anyone noticing.

However, she only took a couple of steps away from the breakfast table when she felt two femine hands on her butt.

It was Katherine standing behind her. She said, "Mom, now where do you think you're going?"

"Well, I thought I'd, er, powder my nose first."

Katherine laughed as she intimately caressed Susan's shapely rear. "That's a good one! If I didn't know better, I'd seriously think there's something wrong with you. Are you feeling okay? Is your stomach queasy again from swallowing too much sperm? Geez, Mom! Are you or are you not your son's sexual plaything?!"

Susan turned back towards Alan. She found herself hefting her breasts up and practically molesting her own chest, and she didn't know why. She looked at the big bulge in Alan's shorts and grew angry, mostly at herself. Look at that! Tiger's cock needs draining and here I am, traipsing and gallivanting around, like I've got something more important to do! My role is to suck! And to stroke! And to SERVE!

However, Ron's presence was still terrifying her. She said to Katherine, "No I'm good, Angel. Of course I'm his toy." She shivered with delight upon saying that. "But maybe Tiger and I could get more comfortable if we retired to my bedroom?"

"No, Mom. Do it here." Katherine gave Susan's butt cheek an encouraging slap and propelled her in Alan's direction.

Just then, Susan heard and saw Ron's newspaper ruffle. Perhaps shaken from his stupor by the loud slapping sound, he was bringing the paper down to reach for the bottle of orange juice in the middle of the dining table.

Susan immediately ducked down below the table edge before Ron could see her standing there in the buff.

Katherine and Alan immediately took advantage of her movement to position her head over Alan's lap. Katherine swatted Susan on the ass to scoot her ass forward.

Alan meanwhile, unzipped his fly and pulled his shorts down past his knees. "There's my cock, Mom. You know what to do."

Susan was horrified, but at the same time her lips were drawn to his bobbing erection like a magnet. It just felt right and even necessary to suck on it. But right before her mouth closed in on it, she loudly complained, "No fair! Two on one!"

Then her tongue made contact with his penis head and it was like a switch was flicked on inside of her. She thought she was incredibly aroused before, but that was nothing compared to her level of arousal now. Her pussy tingled and throbbed and her rock hard nipples cried out for attention. But most of all, she was in love with the big erection before her. Every touch of her tongue or lips on it felt so good that it was like another mini-orgasm. She brought her hands up to assist with pleasuring the base, and stroking it made her pussy cream even more.

But just when she really started to get into it, she heard Ron say, "What was that, honey? Did you say something to me?" Apparently he was responding to her far too loud "No fair! Two on one!" comment some moments before.

Susan wasn't sure if any part of her body was above the table edge, but she suspected the top of her head and/or her ass might be. She tried to duck down further as best she could, and in the process of bringing her head down, Alan's dick went deeper and deeper into her mouth until she was almost deep throating it.

Ron asked, "Susan? Did you hear me?" His voice sounded unconcerned and distracted. It seemed that, against all odds, he hadn't noticed anything suspicious and was back to reading his Investor's Business Daily. However, he did apparently still expect an answer from her.

Susan hoped that Alan would say something so she wouldn't happen, but he seemed happy as can be without saying a word. In fact, as she breathlessly waited, he raised the stakes still further by pulling his shirt off, leaving him competely naked, just like her. Then he calmly went back to drinking his orange juice and eating his cereal.

The danger was so great she wanted to cry, and some tears did roll down her cheeks and drop to the floor. She knew it was practically life or death that she had to say something, but she was loving the blowjob too much to stop even for a few moments. So, with about six of Alan's eight inches inside her lips, she just moaned, "Mmmm-hmmm."

Ron seemed to miss the sexual quality of the moan, and said, "You know, dear, I have to say, I'm surprised."

Susan panicked. Oh shit! Here it comes! He's finally caught on! She sucked and licked with all her heart. Her long hair flew about as her head bobbed up and down madly, because she was certain this would be the last time she could ever blow her son.

But incredibly, Ron merely said, "Yep. I'm just amazed at what a great job you did with the landscaping while I was gone. Just look at those hedges over there. Alan, was that your mother's idea to clip them like that?"

"It sure was, Father!" Alan's reply was unusually passionate and loud due to what Susan was doing to him with her lips, tongue, and both hands.

Ron said, "I'm not surprised. Susan, you've definitely got a green thumb. And honey, what about the lawn? Is it my imagination or did you reseed it?"

Susan thought, Oh crap! How am I supposed to talk?! I suppose I could just pull up and off of my Tiger's tasty meat, but it's just too good! This is where I belong, with my nose in his pubic hair. I just have to cum and I'm gonna cum! Especially since Tiger seems to have his fingers in my pussy and on my ass and knows just what to do with them. He must be making another underwear check, heh-heh!

She wanted to talk, she really did, but instead her head kept going up and down, up and down, up and down. Her heart beat pounded louder as the seconds slowly passed. Finally, she decided that a muffled mumble was better than no response at all. In between her increasingly loud moans, she managed to say, "I wetheeded ehh."

"What was that?" Ron asked.

Katherine saved the day, saying, "She said she reseeded it, Dad." But then she giggled and added, "She really likes seed. In fact I think she's going to get some more seed very soon. Aren't you, Mom?" That resulted in another burst of giggles.

Forced to speak again, Susan could only manage an "MMMM!" In a way, it was a good thing she couldn't say more, because she felt a strong desire to say, "Oh yes! Mommy needs a lot of seed!"

Her hands were tugging on Alan's balls and she was plunging her mouth up and down the entire length of his rod now, swallowing about six inches with each downward pass. She'd decided that she had to get him to cum as soon as possible, as that might bring an end to her dangerous humiliation, so she was using every trick she knew to get him to blow.

An improbably oblivious Ron continued, "You know, now that I'm at it, there are a lot of nice changes since I was here last, inside the house and out. You're just too good to me, honey." Then one could hear the sound of him sniffing the air. "The only thing I'm not crazy about is the smell. This place smells different. Susan dear, are you using a new air freshener?"

Katherine answered, "Actually, Dad, that was something Alan came up with on his own. In fact, it was about the same time he started working on a big seeding project in Mom's garden. He just kind of stuck it to Mom. He stuck it to me, too. But he was so passionate about it that we both just kind of swallowed it. Now we both like it and can't get enough of it." She chortled back a laugh.

Ron said, "Oh. Well, that explains things. Alan, I appreciate your efforts, but it's best to leave the domestic stuff to the ladies. Susan, please try a different brand. This smell, well, it's decidedly odd."

Katherine was trying to hold back her giggles, but she appeared to be on the verge of a massive giggle fit. It didn't help that she added, "Actually, Dad, I don't think you can be too hard on Mom. Alan's been hard on her already. She had a big load to deal with. In fact, I think she's about to deal with another very big load today. Any time now, in fact!" She tittered and snorted.

"Don't get me wrong," Ron said, "I appreciate everything she does for the family..."

Susan couldn't hear any more because her efforts finally paid off and Alan started to climax into her mouth. It was a mighty flood, not only of cum gushing and squirting into her mouth, but there was an unstoppable orgasmic flood of joy washing over her like a tidal wave, threatening to subsume her and drown her in bliss.

Despite the fact that her mouth seemed crammed full with a tree trunk of an erection, Susan somehow found herself screaming at the top of her lungs. She knew the gig had to be up by now (and in fact she couldn't possibly figure out how Ron hadn't been clued in already, since she still wasn't consciously aware that this was all just a crazy dream of hers), but her erotic high was so intense that she had no control over what she did.

Finally, it was done and there was no turning back. Alan had emptied his balls into her stomach while she had alerted Ron - and the rest of the entire neighborhood - to her adulterous and sinful acts with her piercing screams. Despite the fact that she'd swallowed so much of his jism, there was still more of it all over her face as apparently she'd pulled out at some point during her screams and Alan had kept shooting and shooting.

She was too tired to clean herself off and there was no point in hiding what she'd done any more in any case. She raised herself up from her humiliating position on all fours below the table and stood there in the nude ready to face her husband's wrath.

All was silent while Ron stared at her with a curious expression. He crooked an eyebrow up and said, "Susan, what's gotten into you? You're acting damnably odd this morning." Yet his voice lacked passion. It was like he was complaining about something inconsequential such as having a bad hair day. He stared right at her, but showed no reaction to the gobs of cum dripping down her face.

Alan grabbed Susan's wrist from where he was sitting and pulled her down onto his lap. "I'll take care of this, Father."

Susan found herself staring at the floor with her ass in the air, splayed across her son's lap. There was no doubt he was still erect, as she could feel his hot steely bar pressing into her fair skin.

His hands were fondling her all over as he said, "You know, Father, while you've been gone, I've discovered that sometimes Mom gets out of line. Like that totally rude scream she just made, for instance. I've found that nothing gets her back on track faster than a good spanking." He brought an open palm down and spanked her hard on the butt.

Susan couldn't see anything except the floor, but she heard Ron say, "Good. Very good. Son, I'm glad to hear you have things well in hand, here. To be honest, I worry about your mother while I'm overseas. But it seems I don't have to worry."

Alan raised his hand up high and swung it down for an even harder spanking. The slapping sound filled the room. Then he plunged two fingers back into her pussy and groped her dangling breasts with his other hand. "Nope, Father. I've got things under control. I try to be the man of the house when you're not here. In fact, I've found Sis responds well to the same treatment. She always sucks my cock with more passion after she's had a really hard spanking. I usually spank the both of them for some reason or another a couple of times a day at the very least."

Alan let loose with another loud spank.

"Excellent," Ron said. "Nothing can take the place of a firm hand. And I see you've marked your territory by cumming on her face. I assume you're taking care of my marital duties in the sack, as well? I worry about her straying with all kinds of random men and there's no way a man like me can keep her satisfied."

"No need to worry, Father. I'm literally on top of it. Just listen: Mom, who owns your pussy?"

Susan was too insanely aroused to cry, but she said in an emotionally tortured voice, "Ron, I'm so sorry, you know that I love you, but... Tiger, you do! I'm your slut and you know it!"

Ron whistled appreciatively, sounding genuinely pleased. "Wow. Impressive."

Alan explained, "I keep her pussy and mouth so pumped full of my cum that she practically sloshes around like water balloon when she walks. She's so well fucked that she never even THINKS about random men. In fact, I've been boning her regularly even while you're here, just to be on the safe side."

"That's my boy! Son, I'm proud of you. I guess I'll be sleeping in the guest bedroom from now on."

Susan was flabbergasted at Ron's attitude. She thought she was going to completely lose her mind now for sure. Just then, Alan took his breast-fondling hand and brought it around for another powerful butt slap. Meanwhile, his probing fingers never withdrew from her pussy, and the combination of his thrusting, spanking, and groping, not to mention his hot dick burning into her skin, drove her to such a dizzying high that she thought the walls were melting.

As an orgasm to end all orgasms welled up inside her, she thought, I can't believe it! Alan is in complete control! Ron realizes his place: bringing home the money, so all my Tiger has to do is stay at home and fuck me and his sister into oblivion! And I also have to realize my proper place: to serve! I know my purpose ,and it's to serve Alan's mighty cock, morning, noon, and night! It's unstoppable! I'm nothing but his big-titted plaything! Resistance is useless! Fuck my cunt next, Son. Fuck your mommy good!

At that, Susan woke up.

CHAPTER 9

After Susan awoke, she remained disoriented for quite some time. For one thing, even though her dream was wildly improbable, she had been convinced it was real until she opened her eyes to the harsh light of day. It took her some moments to piece together that she was lying in her bed and that she'd been taking a midday nap. For another thing, it was only a dream but she'd had a very real and very powerful climax. She hadn't had a wet dream in many years and didn't even know that women her age could have them. And even though she'd been doing nothing but sleeping, when she woke up she was sweaty all over as if she'd just run a race.

She staggered to the bathroom and had a long cold shower to help clear her head.

When it was over she felt a lot better, but she also felt extremely disturbed by her strange dream.

Trying to pretend there was nothing wrong, she painted her fingernails, a calming post shower ritual for her. While she did that, as she stared at them, she thought, I'm so glad I decided to cut them way down the other day. Before, they could be dangerously sharp. But now they're just the right cock stroking length. I meant, uh, member stroking length. Darnation, I have to stop calling it a cock. Erection, there's a good word. Now when I hold my son's erection, I can stroke it and not worry about poking him. And when I fondle his balls...

Dear me! I'm at it again. I really have to stop these lewd and sinful thoughts. I need help!

She did what she always did when she needed comfort and advice, and called Suzanne.

Lying on top of her bedsheets dressed in just a towel, she spoke into the phone, "Suzanne? Are you there? I need your advice!"

Suzanne was in her private office in her house, typing on her computer. When she had spare time she liked to work there on her financial investments. "Yes, I'm here, my friend. I'm a little bit involved at the moment, but you always come first. What's up?"

"Suzanne, it was horrible! I just had the most depraved and disturbed dream in my entire life! Well, that's not entirely true. I've had some pretty disturbed dreams in the last week or so, but this one was right up there. But it seemed even more REAL that usual! And, well, I don't know how to say this, but I ended up all wet."

"You wet your bed?"

"Well, not like that..."

"You're sweaty?"

"Yes, there is that, but that's not the main thing..."

Suzanne concluded, "It was a sexual dream. You're wet that way."

Susan shamefully confessed, "Yes. Dear goodness yes! There's something terribly wrong with me! At my age, to be having powerful wet dreams like this!"

"Calm down, Susan. I'm sure it's not as bad as it seems. Alan has that effect on women, it's only natural."

"You know it's about Alan?"

"But of course. All your strange dreams lately have been about him, haven't they? Why don't you start from the beginning and tell me all about this one?"

So Susan described the dream in great detail. Her plan was to describe it in a clinical and dispassionate manner, like a psychologist dissecting it for meaning. She did start out that way. But as she got into the spirit of it, she naturally grew increasingly heated and passionate.

Before long, she was so carried away that she was inventing new details that weren't even in the original dream. And the dream memory started to fade, forcing her to make up some parts to cover the fuzzy areas.

Suzanne didn't help keep her calm in the slightest. As per her overall plan, she took advantage of every opportunity to break down Susan's sexual barriers and this was a golden opportunity not to be missed. She asked a lot of questions, like, "And was he groping your big tits? I hope he was. Did he give them a really good squeeze and knead them like he owned them?"

Susan erred badly by calling her friend while dressed in just a towel. It only took a couple of minutes until the towel had opened up and her hands were roaming all over her body. Before long, the towel was on the floor and her fingeres were on her clit.

Susan was a woman in serious need of a dildo. There was no way she'd have the gumption to walk into a store and buy one, though.

Finally, a couple of powerful orgasms later, Susan's body was so sore and exhausted from too many orgasms in a short time that she reached a more contemplative mental state. The explanation of the dream now done, she started to raise more serious concerns about it.

"Suzanne, I'm such a bad person. Horrible! Twisted! Sick! Evil! What kind of wife treats her husband like that?! I cuckolded him with his own son!"

"Susan, may I remind you it was only a dream?"

"It wasn't really. It was an exaggeration, yes, but it is so far off from real life? I mean, I HAVE sucked my Tiger off more than once. And the other day I was strutting around naked while you jacked him off, right in Ron's bedroom! It can hardly get any worse than that!"

"Susan, let me remind you that, first, you were appropriately covered in a towel most of the time, not strutting around naked. Alan hardly had a chance to stare at your pussy for more than a couple of minutes, tops. Not counting your naked hug, of course. Second, that's your bedroom, not Ron's. When he's gone eleven months of the year, you can't say he lives here in any sense of the word. You'd have to look hard to find any navy wives who see their husbands less than you do."

Susan said, "Be that as it may, you have to admit the dream does have some basis in reality. And things are getting worse all the time! Who knows what it'll be like in a month! Maybe this is some kind of terrifying nightmare preview of my life to come!"

"Nightmare?" Suzanne said skeptically. "Most people don't pass out repeatedly from multiple orgasms in their nightmares. Anyhow, let's look at this rationally. You're feeling a lot of irrational guilt over your assistance with Alan's treatment. Plus, you just found out that Ron is almost certainly repeatedly cheating on you. You're bound to feel extreme animosity towards him over that alone. Since you're such a nice and polite person, those feelings are sublimated and come out in dreams. As if that isn't enough, you're also finding out that your son is a total sexual stud with a seemingly endless need to cum and an erection that just won't quit. If you add that all up, I'd say it's almost inevitable that you'd dream about Alan cuckolding Ron. You're letting out your desire for revenge in a harmless way, through dreams. If I were a psychologist, I wouldn't be worried that you're having dreams like that, I'd be more worried if you WEREN'T having dream like that."

"Really?! Really truly? How do you figure?"

"Susan, what is the purpose of a dream? They serve many purposes, but one is to sort of straighten out our emotional knots while we're sleeping. You know, some other societies take dreams a lot more seriously than we do, and they put them to good use." She brought up a real example that served her purposes nicely. "I read about this one tribe on some Pacific Island that has virtually no murder or violent crime. You know how they do it?"

"How?"

"When a person has a problem, he or she goes to the shaman and describes it. The shaman then tells that person to act out their violent impulses in dreams. They do, and as a result they lose the urge to do it in real life. It's the same in your dream. Of course you're not going to blow Alan at the breakfast table while Ron is reading the newspaper. That's just absurd. You're going to blow him elsewhere, when Ron is not around. But for a variety of reasons, most especially your husband's cheating, but also his very serious and prolonged neglect and indifference towards your marriage, you have this fantasy of doing it with your son right there. So I say, you need to have MORE dreams and fantasies like that. Let all those poisonous feelings OUT, like lancing a boil!"

"Really? So you're saying the dream was a good thing? I'm not a horrible sinner and despicable wife?"

"Of course not. You're the nicest, kindest person I know. This is just a phase you're going through. It's a good and necessary thing."

"Should I talk to Ron about it?"

"Dear God, no! Just like all your assistance in giving Alan handjobs and blowjobs, what Ron doesn't know won't hurt him."

"But I'm confused. If I were to do those kinds of things, doesn't that mean I really AM cuckolding him?"

"Not at all! Because he's your son and it's for medically necessary reasons. Context is everything."

"But... It still feels wrong and sinful. The truth is, I rarely even think about those medical reasons. I think about doing it just for the sake of doing it! Isn't that disgusting?"

"Susan that's natural too. The more you enjoy it, the better off everyone will be. Would you prefer hating it? Does that make any sense, to want to hate it?"

"Well, no, not exactly... But what about if I have these same kinds of ideas and fantasies when I'm awake, like in a daydream? For instance, I have to admit I got pretty aroused just when I was describing the dream to you."

"I'm not surprised. I got all hot and bothered just hearing about it. Susan, the thing is, you're learning you have a very sexually virile and well-hung son. You're trying to figure out, 'How do I square my new role as obedient, always wet and ready, big-titted cock stroker and cocksucker for my strong and demanding son with my old role as faithful wife to my nice but sexually weak and poorly endowed husband?' Am I correct?"

"Well, that sounds harsh, and rather vulgar. But if you put it that way, I suppose there's maybe some-"

Suzanne cut her off. "Okay, then. Naturally, you're going to be in an emotional jumble making that kind of transition. Add to that your unusually strict and conservative upbringing, and it's no surprise that you're having fevered and bizarre dreams. But it will pass."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive. I took a class called 'Understanding Dreams' in college. Do you remember me telling you about that?"

"Yeah."

"You see then? This is all basic stuff and very common. Don't worry!"

And what about this strange submissive aspect? In my dream, I called myself his toy. I think Angel called me his sexual plaything, too. Now, you have to admit THAT is messed up. Right?"

"Actually, no. When a woman comes into close contact with a naturally superior and endowed male like Alan is, it's common to have feelings of submissiveness. It's instinctual for a female to want to please her mate, and the more desirable the mate, the more she wants to please him. Don't worry, you'll get used to it."

Suzanne thought, I'm really laying it on thick, every day talking Alan up to be the world's greatest super stud. And not only that, but I feel like I'm setting women's liberation back a couple of hundred years. But hey, I know which of her buttons to press, and that kind of talk gets her wet every time.

Sure enough, Susan's voice was growing increasingly ragged. "Do you mean Alan is my mate?"

"For the limited purposes of you regularly stroking and sucking him to orgasmic satisfaction, then yes."

Susan let out a sexy groan. "Oh God! I don't know... So what am I supposed to do?"

"Well, I think the more you resist your new role with helping Alan, the longer you're going to remain in an emotionally conflicted state. I suggest you put more effort into giving him visual stimulation, and also tactile stimulation as soon as you're ready for it. I could really use the help, you know."

"But what about Ron? I mean, he's a good husband. I like him a lot."

"Is he? Ron, the gone all but a few weeks out of the year while he sleeps around in skanky old Thailand Ron? That Ron? And I noticed you say you like him a lot, not that you love him with every fiber of your being. What happened to love?"

Her voice grew more commanding and insistent. "Susan, the fact is your marriage is in danger. You've done all you could and been a model housewife, almost too good of a housewife. I keep telling you, you don't need to act like a servant. But in any case, his absence, neglect, and cheating has brought things to a crisis point. But now is not the time to act. And as I keep saying, wait until we get the results about STDs as a first step. We got the blood sample from him using the ruse about the blood drive, which is good. That was clever of you. Now we have to wait for the results to come in. Your marital problems have been so long in coming that waiting a little longer will make no difference."

Susan was indecisive. "Well..."

"And in the meantime, keep having your funky, bizarre dreams and fantasies! Seriously. Think of it as lancing a mental boil, just like what those Pacific Islanders do. The more you do it, the more you picture yourself sexually assisting your son, the better. Just keep me in the loop and especially tell me everything you can remember about your dreams. If they start to turn into something you should actually worry about, I'll let you know."

"Okay. I'll try that. And I guess I'll just wait with seriously talking to Ron. But as far as Alan goes, I'm too weirded out to be able to help you with his daily target anytime soon, I think. I mean, my feelings for him are so strong. Too strong. I think a cooling off period can only be a good thing. Not to mention, Ron won't be here that long. This is just a short and unexpected trip for him, so I should hold out at least until he leaves. Regardless of the medical reasons, it's just basic respect not to do it when he's here."

"Suit yourself, then, Susan. But don't be surprised if other women pick up some of the slack in your absence. Six times a day is just too much for any one woman, and my jaw and hands are about to fall off!"

The phone call wound down after some more chit chat and eventually came to an end.

When it was over, Suzanne sat in her office practically bursting with delight. I'd say that call went well! Heh-heh-heh! I'll admit I do feel kind of bad all but brainwashing Susan with my advice, but it's for her own good. She was brainwashed before with her prudish ways and breaking all those years of religious mumbo jumbo requires some pretty powerful counter programming. Soon all of us will be living in a sexual heaven on Earth, just as soon as we can break down all of her mental walls and Ron takes a hike!

CHAPTER 10

Meanwhile, Alan's time at school passed uneventfully. For the first time in what seemed like ages but was actually only a few days, nothing special happened to him during lunch.

In Katherine's cheerleading practice during the last period of school, her painting scheme was finally exposed. And on its last day, too, since Alan had pronounced it was too risky for him to paint any more now that they couldn't use the supply closet. It was a combination of Kim's carelessness and the fact that Alan didn't touch up Kim's paint job.

As the six cheerleaders stood around on the field to warm up and get ready for practice to begin, Kim bent down to get something out of her supply bag. She bent from the waist and completely exposed her ass to the eyes of a cheerleader named Joy.

A number of small gaps and missing patches in the paint job made the situation obvious and caused Joy's mouth to fall open. Without thinking, Joy said out loud, "Kim! Your panties... They're painted on!"

Kim immediately straightened up, but the damage was done.

Janice, the only other person truly surprised, said in confusion, "Joy, what are you talking about? Kim, what is she talking about?"

"I just saw ... her..." Joy stammered. "Her panties, they're like, made out of paint!"

Heather moved over and tried to rush to Kim's rescue. "Now, now, what's the big deal? Who cares if her panties are painted on? What's the big deal?"

Secretly, she was pissed off that the secret had been exposed, because she hoped to take Kim into the girl's lockers and get involved in a sixty-nine under the excuse of another "muscle cramp," just like she did with Katherine yesterday. She was all set to seduce another one of her cheerleaders.

"'What's the big deal'?!" asked a still incredulous Joy. "I would expect that you of all people would be having a conniption fit. Or you, Katherine! After all, today's a game day, and you can totally see she's not wearing real underwear!"

It actually wasn't that obvious, but the game did pose a problem with Kim's now spotty paint job.

Amy, surprisingly, came to the rescue. She already knew that at least four of the six cheerleaders, Heather, Katherine, Kim, and herself, didn't have a problem with it. "I think it's sexy!" she said. "What does everyone else think? Do they think it's sexy, or do they not like it?"

"I think it's sexy too," Katherine immediately added, pretending not to know what was going on.

"So do I," said Heather, also pretending to be clueless. "As head cheerleader, I give my approval."

"Well, I think it's out of control," said Joy. All eyes turned to Janice, who appeared to be undecided.

"Can I... take a look?" Janice asked. "I want to see how obvious it is."

Kim bent over, and quickly flashed the others her painted butt.

Janice asked, "What's it look like in the front?"

More reluctantly, Kim turned around, and held up her skirt so the other five could stare at her painted and shaved pussy. Her face was beet red and she was too shy to speak.

"What on earth did you do it for?" Janice asked.

"It's not like I wanted to," she lied. "I... lost a bet. It's just for today and then it's over!"

Janice answered, "I have to admit - it IS pretty sexy. Are you really planning to go to the game like that?"

"Yeah," Kim admitted as she blushed even more.

"I think its fine," Heather said again, resolutely. "What do you think Janice?" she asked. "Do you think Kim should take the paint off before the game?"

"Hey, if she wants to go like that, that's her own get out. Like I said, I think it's pretty sexy. I just can't imagine in a million years that I would ever do something like that."

"What about you?" Heather asked Joy.

Joy stood farther back from Heather, and still stared open-mouthed at Kim. After a pause, she said, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but ... if everyone else is cool with it, then I'm cool with it. I don't want to be a party pooper. And it is pretty exciting. But no way would I ever do that, either!"

"All right, we're all agreed," Heather pressed on. "We'll allow it, but only if everyone here agrees not to tell a single soul. Can we all agree to that?"

Everyone nodded.

Heather figured that now that the cat was out of the bag, she might as well go all the way. She started to make up a story from the top of her head. "It's really no big deal, and I should know, 'cos I've had to do it myself, before I was head cheerleader."

"Really? Wow!" said a wide-eyed Amy.

"Yes. It's a common punishment head cheerleaders give their cheerleaders who don't behave. In fact, the bet that Kim is talking about, what she really means is that she made a very serious error, which confidentiality prevents me from mentioning the details of. I warned her that unless her behavior changed, she would get this punishment. She didn't, so here she is. In fact, she's not the only one. At the same time, I'm punishing Katherine for another serious offense."

There was a gasp from Joy and Janice.

"Katherine, you want to show them?" Heather asked.

Now it was Katherine's turn to furiously blush. She turned around and briefly exposed her butt. "I'm... shaved in the front, too," she said very quietly.

"Heather, you can't give out this kind of punishment!" said Joy. "If that happened to me... I think I would die of shame!"

"I can and I will!" Heather said sternly. "If anyone here tells a single other soul, even your best friend or sibling or whomever, then whoever tells will have this as their punishment. If someone tells and I can't find out who, then you all will have to be painted and go to a game that way. Does anyone oppose me on this?"

There was complete silence. No one ever wanted to openly oppose Heather.

"No? Then good!" Heather reveled in her new-found power over the other cheerleaders.

"All right, then. Katherine, you take Kim back to the lockers and get her paint job touched up, if you can. You know who to get help from." Heather also knew by now that Alan was the painter and referred to him obliquely. "Come back and rejoin practice when you're done, and have Kim come back and rejoin practice as soon as she's dry. Now, run along."

The two of them started to scamper off, but Heather stopped them. "Wait! Stay here for a sec."

"It's not as big a deal as it appears, girls," Heather went on to the whole group as she tried to reassure the panicked faces of some of the other cheerleaders.

Even Amy was panicky at the thought of being painted and getting found out by the crowd.

Heather continued, "The fact of the matter is, this happens all the time, and the only people who ever possibly find out are the other cheerleaders, because everyone else is too far away to see clearly. Do you know, over the years, how many times this has happened to girls on our squad? Lots. Hardly anyone knows just how many, 'cos no one ever finds out. It's a head cheerleader secret."

She looked around with an intense stare. "The truth is, Katherine and Kim have actually been like that all week, and none of you suspected a thing!"

All eyes went to Katherine, who looked sheepish.

Janice laughed. "No wonder Katherine said she was fine with it!"

Heather continued, "I don't know why Kim had such a bad paint job today, but if she hadn't you still would never have noticed. So don't worry about those two during the game today. This is the last day of their punishment."

That relieved the others at lot, even as they were shocked to find out that both had been like that for a week. But the others were still intensely curious about it all, and especially to see what would happen during the game.

"Okay," Heather went on, "since that's all settled, I must say I'm still curious about this paint job. I want a closer look to see just what the problem is. Kim, can you lean up against that chain link fence over there?"

Kim nervously walked to the fence and wondered what new deviltry Heather had in mind.

Heather commanded, "All right, lean up against the fence. Higher. Stick your butt out higher, so we can get a clear view."

Kim was forced to stick her butt up at an obscene angle, so much so that it was actually higher than her head.

"That's better," Heather continued. "Everybody gather round. This damn skirt keeps getting in the way, though." Heather had purposely let Kim's skirt fall over her hands twice to make it seem like an obstruction, when in fact it was not. "This damn stupid skirt. Better just take it off."

In one fell swoop, Heather pulled Kim's skirt down until it hit the ground. "That's better," she said as she suppressed a snicker.

"NoooOOOooo!" cried Kim. "I'm naked! The football players will see!"

Football practice took place not far away on the other side of the fence. Even though it looked like Kim wore panties, to Kim it felt like she was totally nude.

"No you're not," chided Heather. "Remember, nobody thinks you're naked unless they can see you up close. That's why I pulled your skirt off, to make a point. Look – the football players aren't taking any notice at all."

It was true; the football players were busy running plays. But even if they thought the paint job was real underwear, the sight of all the cheerleaders gathered around one person, staring at a skirtless crotch was bound to bring lots of attention as soon as any of the football players noticed. Heather didn't care much though; she loved to play with danger.

Kim was silent and hoped a lack of discussion could hurry things up.

Heather put her hands on Kim's butt and peered at Kim's ass closely. "Everybody take a close look. The pussy lips were painted originally, but now they're not. You can see her pink fleshy lips if you're paying attention. That's bad."

The other cheerleaders couldn't help but gather closely and stare, like passersby who gazed at a car wreck.

"Heather, please stop this, I beg you!" cried Kim. "I'll do anything, just let me go! I'm so embarrassed. I think I'm going to cry!"

Heather reluctantly let Kim go, mostly because she didn't want to have the other cheerleaders, especially Joy and Janice, freak out too much.

Kim was allowed to put her skirt back on and walked off to the locker room with Katherine. The whole incident took less than a minute, and luckily none of the football players noticed anything odd.

Katherine, meanwhile, had no idea how she was supposed to touch up Kim's paint job.

As the two of them walked to the locker room, she said, "That's a real shame Joy noticed. I can't believe Heather ratted me out, too! And exposed my brother pretty much in the bargain, though at least she didn't mention his name. I'm gonna have to get her for that. Anyways, I think she's right. The only thing we can do now is find Alan and fix your patchy paint job. He should be playing tennis right now. You stay here in the lockers and we'll come back."

"Thanks," was all Kim could say. She was a very emotional type and was still on the verge of tears.

Katherine tried her best to reassure her new friend. "Don't worry; I'm sure it'll be fine. No way will any of the others ever tell with that threat of a punishment. Heather sure gave a convincing story. And I thought your paint job was good enough. Anyway, I'll be back soon."

Katherine was able to get Alan out of tennis with the excuse of a family emergency. Ever resourceful, he had kept a brush and some of the paint in his locker in case of emergencies and went to get it.

He quickly painted Kim up right in the big shower stall of the girl's locker room where he most certainly wasn't supposed to be. It was also where Katherine, Amy and Heather had played with each other just the day before.

He wondered what would happen if another female came into the room while he was there, but no one wanted to even discuss that possibility, it seemed. Because Kim was scared, it was decided to paint her pussy lips too. Thanks to her fright, it took him a few minutes of fingering her pussy for her pussy lips to get puffed up enough for him to paint them properly. He had to calm her down with soothing words, and then talk nasty to get her aroused.

Katherine, meanwhile, stood guard.

He returned to class as quickly as he could. One could see the tennis courts from the football field, so the other cheerleaders who didn't already know Alan's role saw Katherine headed that way and Alan leave tennis. Thus, obviously they had reason now to strongly suspect that Alan was the painter of the fake underwear.

Back on the field, Kim and Katherine felt very self-conscious as they did their exercises. The other girls were still somewhat shocked, and frequently peeked in their direction.

Heather finally had to order the others to not give any unnecessary glances at Kim and Katherine during the game, for fear of drawing the crowd's attention towards them.

The game itself went without incident. There were some exposing moves like the high kick, but they were kept to a minimum by Heather and apparently no one in the crowd suspected a thing.

Kim and Katherine were nervous as hell the entire game, but really they were in little danger of getting caught. The crowd was so far away that no one could have noticed unless they looked for something suspicious with binoculars.

Both of them secretly enjoyed the experience. Like the thrill of a bungee jump or frightening horror film, they enjoyed it and hated it at the same time.

Afterwards, all the other cheerleaders crowded around Kim and Katherine and fawned over them like little schoolgirls (except for Heather, who remained aloof to maintain her authority).

"Oh my God, that was so hot!" Janice gushed. "Every time we did a high kick or shook our booties, I got so excited, even though it wasn't me!"

"Me too!" said Amy.

"What about you, Joy?" Katherine asked.

"It was pretty crazy, that's all I can say." She shook her head in wonder. "Okay, I admit it, I felt the same way. You two are pretty cool, that you can do that. If it were me, I would have pissed in my panties in total and utter fear!"

Janice joked, "What panties? Piss in your painted panties?"

Everyone laughed at the absurdity of that.

CHAPTER 11

Finally Alan's school day ended. He figured he shouldn't watch the game (i.e., actually his sister's pussy with binoculars), since he was more or less outed as the painter. Not to mention, he was well aware of his upcoming meeting after school with Ms. Rhymer.

As everyone else left the school grounds, he went back to his fourth period classroom, full of curiosity at what Ms. Rhymer would talk about.

When he got there, she sat alone behind her desk and looked extremely angry. "Come in, young man!" she said sternly.

He walked in, suddenly meek.

"Young man, I had hoped to use this time to discuss your medical treatment. But it looks like a more urgent problem has come up. Mr. Jackson told me all about how he caught you in the supply room yesterday."

Alan knew he was in deep trouble now.

"I'm shocked. Shocked to hear that you were in that room with some little hussy." She shot her words at him like bullets. "That cheerleader Kim, I gather."

Alan didn't confirm or deny it, but just stood still.

Her tone softened. "I'm hurt too, that you didn't even tell me that you had a girlfriend. I thought that you considered me a friend you could confide in, even though I'm also your teacher."

He thought he saw her wipe away a tear, but he wasn't sure.

"You are a friend!" he quickly interjected. "You're my favorite, best teacher I've ever had!"

"Well, some kind of friend you are, then," she continued, now bitter. "What kind of friend would steal my key, make a copy of it and then use that copy to fornicate in a completely forbidden area? I cannot tell you how utterly disappointed I am in you, young man!"

Her upset grew. "This is completely deplorable! Not so much because of what you did in there. I understand that you've been driven to such behavior by your ... medical treatment. But to betray my trust like that! That was completely unnecessary! Why couldn't you have just told me? We could have worked something out."

She was definitely crying now, feeling both sad and angry.

Alan felt so bad that he felt like would cry, too. He was too stunned to come up with a good response. He completely hadn't expected this, especially since Ms. Rhymer had acted no differently towards him during class that day. When the class was over, she had even said to him, "Don't forget our appointment! I'll see you later!" in a completely innocuous and gay tone.

He still tried to figure out what she meant by "worked something out," when she prodded him again, "What do you have to say for yourself, young man?"

"Um, I'm really sorry! I never meant to hurt you! It wasn't that I wanted to betray your trust; it's just that I thought that you would never understand, that no one would understand. This medical treatment is driving me crazy! It's like my body chemistry has changed. I get horny all the time, and I've gotten used to getting quick relief. I thought that if I didn't get some relief in the middle of the day during school, I would go crazy. So I did something drastic, and stupid."

"You sure did," she agreed, now angry again. "You're just lucky that it was Mr. Jackson who caught you, or you could have been expelled. I understand that you needed relief, but why did you have to turn to some slutty cheerleader? I'm sure that Kim is a slut who's ready to spread her legs for any guy, or girl more likely, I hear! Do you know enough about sexual diseases? Do you realize the risks you're taking?"

Suddenly her voice changed and became loving and caring. "Why didn't you come to me, your favorite teacher? Don't you like me? Don't you find me attractive?"

"I'll tell you, young man," her voice angry again, "that cheerleader is no match for me! I could show her things that would make her blush!"

Alan's mind boggled. What is she saying? Is she offering to replace Kim, so I can do things with her sexually? With my sexy teacher? The one I've been dreaming about for two years? No way. This is exactly like what Katherine was joking about just yesterday!

He answered, "I find you VERY attractive, Ms. Rhymer! Please don't be mad at me! You're the greatest! I've had a crush on you for two years!"

"Hrrmph!" Ms. Rhymer huffed. "You're just saying that to make me feel better! You've always had a cunning tongue. Anyway, having a crush on your teacher is wrong! Very wrong! It's not allowed. And you can't blame that on your medical treatment, either. I think you've been bad. Very bad! Luckily, Mr. Jackson was smart enough to come to me and explain the situation. Since you stole my key, he thought it fitting that I give you the punishment for your misdeeds, and a punishment you will get!"

Alan was already a bit surprised by her appearance, since her blouse was open and underneath it she wore a sporty top that had a lower cut than anything he'd seen her wear before. He doubted she wore a bra.

But now she got up, and Alan noticed that she had no pants on whatsoever, and merely wore a bathing suit bottom. However, he was in no position at the moment to ask why.

Ms. Rhymer walked towards the door and locked it. She picked up something off of the desk and held it behind her back. Then she came back to him, bent over him with her hands behind her back and got even angrier.

"Since you act like a child, I'm going to treat you like a child!" she raved. "I'm going to give you a spanking, just like a little boy!"

Her tone then momentarily changed yet again and grew hesitant. "Now, strictly speaking, this kind of thing is not allowed. Do you plan to complain, or are you man enough to take your proper punishment with dignity and keep your mouth shut?"

"I'll uh, take my proper punishment." His mind spun crazily. Could this be for real? Kind, amazingly nice Ms. Rhymer, "Surfer Girl" Ms. Rhymer, is going to spank me like a little boy? Of all the people in the world!

"Good! At least you're not a complete baby!" she yelled, tough again. "Now take off your shorts and underwear and bend over the desk."

Oh no! I'll have to get naked in front of her! I always wanted to be naked for her, but not like this. Alan stood three feet in front of Ms. Rhymer, who now sat on the edge of her desk. He was as red as can be.

He took a step or two back, and began to take off his shoes so he could get his shorts off, and then slowly slid his shorts down. He felt like he was the main event in a completely coerced strip show. He would have been just as humiliated if a whole crowd watched him.

He began to pull his underwear off as he watched Ms. Rhymer's angry eyes bore into his crotch. His penis sprang free and showed itself to be completely erect. He quickly got his underwear off and used his hands to cover up his penis.

"Young man, you are completely incorrigible! You stand in front of your teacher with a hard-on! No, don't try to hide it!"

Alan sheepishly pulled his hands away.

"Is that how you repay all my kindness, with your perverted crush and uncontrollable erections? That's what you've been doing all this week and last, having erections all through my class. I won't stand for it! Now come over here and take your punishment!"

Alan noticed that Ms. Rhymer now held her ruler and unconsciously stroked it in the same way he'd spied her doing it a few days before. God, what the hell does she want? First I thought she's coming on to me, and then she's humiliating me, now she's stroking the ruler. What the hell? I've never seen her act like this, at all.

He nervously walked over to the desk and bent over it. He was tall enough so that his feet still touched the floor, and he was able to push his genitals up and over the desk to give them some cover.

She crouched down behind him so she could have a good look at him between his legs. "No, that position is too good for you," Ms. Rhymer finally concluded. "I won't have your disgusting genitals all over my desk."

She grabbed a chair that had no armrests. "Here, lay down over this."

Alan did. He put his knees on the floor in behind the chair and his head and arms on the floor in front of it. Between them, the chair pressed on his stomach. His genitals, including his engorged dick, hung down in the open air just beyond the edge of the seat. With his face practically on the floor, it was impossible for him to look up and see where his teacher stood or what she did.

"That's more like it," she said. "Now get ready to take your punishment. I think ten smacks will be a good start."

He felt a smack on his bottom, and realized it must be the ruler she had just been stroking. It really hurt. Four more times the ruler came down in quick succession. He was already in real agony after the first one and the pain only got worse. He didn't expect it to hurt so much, but it did.

"Now how does that make you feel?" his teacher said through clenched teeth. "That'll teach you to fuck that little tramp! I'll bet that finally cured you of your erection."

To his amazement, Alan felt Ms. Rhymer reach under his legs and cup his erection in her hands. If anything, it was harder than before.

She yelled at him, "I can't believe it! You're still hard! Are you so perverted that spanking actually turns you on instead? Well, we'll see with a few more smacks."

To his ever-increasing surprise, Alan found that indeed, the spanking had only gotten him more aroused. That was helped along by the fact that ever since Ms. Rhymer had grasped his penis, she hadn't let go.

"However," Ms. Rhymer went on with a bit more softness in her voice, "I see that I may have been too hard with the ruler. It's not my intention to hurt you so badly. For the rest of your punishment I'll use my hand so it won't leave such a mark."

She spanked his naked butt with the palm of her hand. The spankings were much less painful now. Between each swat her hand lingered on his butt and caressed where the hand had just hit.

Meanwhile, Alan felt her other hand begin to move all over his erection, as if she was purposely rubbing it. However, she appeared so angry that he figured it was just his imagination.

By the tenth and hopefully last strike, it was clear that there was a lot more stroking of his butt and rubbing and stroking of his hard-on than any spanking going on.

But to Alan's surprise, even the painful spankings had aroused him. He felt like he would shoot his load onto the floor at any second, and only fiercely held back because he was afraid what her reaction would be. If it hadn't been for his PC muscle training, he would have lost it long ago.

"Turn over," she said.

He turned over and maneuvered himself so he ended up sitting in the chair. He looked into her eyes at last.

She appeared to pant heavily and stared with excitement at his long, thick penis. "Sit down on the edge of the desk, and face me," she commanded.

Alan obeyed. His penis poked up away from his body and into the air. He actually felt the blood pulse into it in his head and it made him light-headed.

The pace of her breathing slowed. "Good. You're not ashamed of your manhood. Now we can have that discussion of what to do about your medical treatment."

Her voice was much kinder now. "Alan, I didn't actually want to spank you. I've never spanked anyone in my life. But it was the only way I could think of to get you in the position you're in right now. Namely, sitting naked on my desk. It was as much getting over my mental resistance to touching you as anything else. I could pretend to do it as part of a punishment, you see what I mean?"

She purred, "But now here we are." Her fingertips ran up and down his erection in a delicate tease. "The question is, what am I going to do with you?"

Alan just groaned. He was relieved that her anger wasn't really real, though the pain in his ass was real enough. Now he was so turned on that he couldn't think as he had to devote all his energy and concentration to flexing his PC muscle.

She continued a little more heatedly, "The fact is, what really fuels my anger is that you haven't asked me to help you find relief with your ejaculations! What is it that you need? A handjob? A blowjob? Lots of them? I can give you anything that cheerleader can give you and twice as well! I've had feelings for you, too, for some time, but I've just been too shy and maybe ashamed to act on them. I still don't know what to say or do now. The spanking and anger was a way to step outside of myself to get past that barrier, but now I don't know what to do."

"Kiss me," Alan said. He surprised himself with his confidence, a confidence greatly fueled by lust. He stood up and kissed his teacher on the lips.

CHAPTER 12

Ms. Rhymer's mouth parted open and soon their tongues twirled in a wild dance. Her hands ran to his naked ass and began to caress it while he ran his hands through her hair and down her back.

She broke the kiss and moaned, "I'm so sorry for hurting you. I'll never do it again. Please forgive me."

They kissed some more. Alan groped at her boobs with one hand, but was foiled by her top and thick bra. As the kiss went on he managed to take her blouse off, which was already hanging open. Then he worked on taking off the exercise clothing she wore underneath it.

She pushed him away. "Alan, I can't let you do that. You know I have a boyfriend, a serious boyfriend. My feelings for him are ... confused. I'm not ready for that. I'm not ready to, um, you know, have sex. If you have to do that right now, go to that little tramp. But I can give you something else. The best blowjob you ever had, or ever are going to get!"

She knelt down in front of him before her own desk. When she took his penis in hand, she guided it into her mouth and began to work her tongue around the head. It felt unbelievable.

She thought about her boyfriend, who had actually been strongly hinting to her about getting married, though she'd been putting him off even before her latest developments with Alan. Poor Garth. I'm cheating on him and I've never cheated on anyone before. He doesn't deserve this. I need to call it off with him if I'm really going to do this with Alan, but I just can't help myself. This cock tastes too good!

She grew more excited. She started to whip her tongue around his penis so quickly that he felt as if there were two tongues upon him. She played with the tip of his penis and then took him deep, deeper than anyone before. Then she pulled him all the way out, did it again and went even deeper this time.

Though she breathed through her nose, she eventually had to pause for more air. Then she took him deep again, but this time he felt his penis not only hit the back of her throat, but actually go down it. He thought for sure her gag reflex would kick in and she would choke or even throw up, but she didn't.

He looked down and saw that her mouth went nearly all the way to his balls. He realized, So this is what deep throating is!

Alan could only wonder to himself, Where on Earth did all that penis go? It's like sword swallowing!

But it got even better. His penis slid up and down her throat, and it occurred to him just how similar the sensations were to when he fucked his sister the day before. It's not like I'm metaphorically fucking her face - I am literally fucking her face!

It was like fucking and then some, because even as his penis pistoned in and out of the back of her mouth, her tongue swirled around the middle of his penis, and her lips did incredible things to the base of his penis. Suzanne had a much longer tongue, but Ms. Rhymer could do things with hers that even Suzanne couldn't do.

But she didn't stop there. With one hand she played with his balls, and did it in a way that gave him incredible sensations there he had never felt before. With her other hand she pushed his butt up and then slid a finger into his anus.

Between all these sensations, he knew he couldn't last long. Even his PC muscle exercises didn't prepare him for this combined assault.

"I have to cum!" he cried.

She kept on as if she hadn't heard.

He shot a powerful load into her mouth, but she took it in stride and swallowed every last drop of his jism.

When he was done, she gasped for breath like she was dying, but she quickly recovered. She stood up, satisfied and happy. "Now tell me young man, can your girlfriend do that?"

"No," Alan admitted. "You were amazing." He realized that of all his blowjobs recently the only ones that came close were those of Suzanne's, and even she couldn't compare. Deep throating was a completely different thing, and only Ms. Rhymer knew how to deep throat him.

"Actually, she's not my girlfriend," he said. "I don't really have a girlfriend. She's more of a lesbian than anything. That was just a weird moment of passion. I don't know what it means for the future, but I don't think of her in that way. That's why I didn't tell you."

"Good. Since you don't have a girlfriend, I want you here every day after school to get your treatment, and that's a requirement to pass my class, young man!" She smiled broadly.

He replied, "Ms. Rhymer, please, don't even say that. I think I'm going to die. You show me pleasure I didn't even think possible, and then you say we're going to do it every day? With you? The woman I've been dreaming about for so long? Do you have any idea how many nights I fell asleep masturbating, thinking about you? I can't believe this is happening."

She was very happy. "It's not quite as good as that. Deep throating isn't exactly easy, and it isn't as pleasurable for me as regular cocksucking. I'm afraid we'll have to save those for special occasions. " She grinned. "Sorry, you'll just have to put up with my plain old cocksucking on a daily basis."

"Oh no! How horrible!" he joked. But then, more seriously, he said, "Um, I can't, uh, actually be with you every day after school." Alan thought of his plans to go to Kim's house with his sister every Monday and Thursday, for starters.

She was very surprised.

"God knows I'd love to! Some days I can, but it would be better during lunch, Ms. Rhymer. I don't know if that's possible for you, though."

"Please, don't call me Ms. Rhymer. Don't you think we know each other well enough now to be on a first-name basis?"

"Sorry, uh, Gloria."

"Call me Glory. That's what my close friends call me."

"Glory." He tried out the new word experimentally. It made him smile, because he began to sing:

"Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I hid behind the door with a loaded forty-four
Now she ain't my teach no more!"

They both laughed. "Battle Hymn of the Republic, you know," Alan pointed out. They both were familiar with the kid's variation to the famous song.

"The first two lines are good, but I don't like the last two," she kidded.

"I don't either. Let's see. Maybe we can come up with something better." He sang again:

"Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
Teacher hit me with a ruler
We did it on the floor of a beat up four by four
And now I bang her on the door!"

"Much better," she said with a laugh. "You're so clever! What a shame I don't own a four by four. Maybe we can work on realizing that last line, though. Someday, perhaps, if I ever call it quits with my boyfriend. For now, I can only help you with your problem."

She looked around and added, "Did you notice this room is actually pretty ideal for fooling around? The door locks, there's thick paper over the door's tiny window, and the walls are thick and soundproof. Plus, we're on the second floor, and with the trees and the hill in the way, no one can look in from outside. Maybe we should try out your door idea someday when the hallways are full, and see if anyone notices!"

"And here you won't even let me take off your bra."

"Well, since you insist, maybe I'll give you a little peek. But hands to yourself." She began to strip.

She talked as she sexily shed her clothing. "Your lunch idea presents some problems. I realize that's when I could really help you the most, since Suzanne helps you before school and when you get home, I assume. But it could be suspicious if you were in my room during lunch every day, with the door locked."

He pointed out, "But everybody already knows that I stay after class and talk to you during lunch anyway."

"That's true, but it's usually only for five minutes at the most, and that's with the door unlocked and usually open."

"Okay, here's an idea," said Alan. "Some days we can do it during lunch, with the door locked, of course. Get your door to automatically lock when it shuts. Some doors do that, and then the locked door won't seem suspicious."

Alan's eyes were locked on her chest now, as she finished unhooking her bra.

"How do I do that?" she asked as she let the bra drop to the floor.

Alan thought, Dang! Nice tits! My teacher's tits! This is so sweet! This isn't happening! He gazed at her like an idiot.

Then he snapped back to her question and said, "Uh. A locksmith can change it. Then, on other days, we can hang out and talk during lunch as we always do with the door open, so people will think sometimes the door just happens to close and sometimes it doesn't. On those days, hopefully we can meet after school in your room, and take more time. 'Cos after all, we both have to still eat lunch, and the lunch period isn't long."

"I think I have a new item on my menu," said Glory. "It's called a Sperm Shake. Very high in protein. I can still taste it!" She leaned her head back and made lewd gurgling noises.

Alan was shocked, insofar as he paid attention to anything other than her boobs. She always acted like a lady; he didn't expect her to be so sexually frank. "Ms. Rhymer! I meant, Glory!"

"You thought I was prim and proper, didn't you? Well I have a whole other side." She was completely naked from the waist up, but seemed surprisingly unselfconscious about being naked in front of him. She even thrust her chest out a little bit.

"I kinda guessed, though it's still a surprise to see," said Alan. "When I've seen you on the beach it's like you're a totally different person. You know, we all call you 'Surfer Girl' behind your back."

Alan's thoughts drifted to mental images he had of seeing Glory surf the waves even as his eyes remained locked on her chest, and he imagined her surfing naked.

"I know, and I don't mind at all!" Referring to the nickname of one of the other teachers, she pointed out, "It's much better than calling Mr. Farnburton 'Mr. Farmbottom'!"

They laughed together.

She continued, "Maybe one of these days you'll just have to bump into 'Surfer Girl' accidentally-on-purpose at the beach. I'd like that." She winked. "Who knows, maybe I could help you with your problem on the beach."

"I'd like that very much, too." He found himself horny all over again, on top of his already-existing arousal. He fantasized fucking her on the beach sands, even as he absorbed the reality of her topless beauty in front of him. "I've had some pretty amazing fantasies about you, but the reality is soooo much better."

But then he remembered what else he had to do. "Unfortunately, right now I've got to roll," Alan said ruefully.

"So soon? I thought we were just getting started!" she pouted. "You don't like what you see?"

She cupped her boobs and thrust them out towards him. "Are you going to run home to Suzanne's bigger boobs instead?" She then pinched her boobs, as if to entice Alan to suck on them.

"It's not that! I'd love to stay here for hours. But I've got a medical appointment. It's about my treatment." He began to put on his clothes.

"Oh. Well, then. That can't be helped. And sorry again about the spanking. But it was my way of breaking the ice. I'm sure we can find ways for me to make it up to you. I might just need to work on my deep throating some more, for instance. I might just have to suck on your cock quite a lot, as my way to say I'm sorry. Would you like that?"

"Glory, you know I'm not brain damaged. Though I might be if you keep giving me blowjobs like that one. So I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer."

She smiled happily and so did he. "See you on Monday, especially at lunch, if you know what I mean!"

"Definitely. And the spanking wasn't bad at all. In fact, it made me all horny, as you knew it would. But since you were so naughty with me, maybe I'll just have to give YOU the spanking next time!"

"Maybe you will," Glory agreed gleefully.

He waved and walked out.

He thought, This rocks! Man, having this energy problem is the best thing that ever happened to me, no question! Suddenly everyone wants to help me with my orgasm treatment. Everyone! Heck, maybe I could even get Christine to help? ... Nah, there's a limit to even my luck. But still. Wow! Ms. Rhymer is a real firecracker!

Alone, Glory thought to herself, What have I done? Glory, you are a very, very foolish woman. You're skating on thin ice. Razor-thin ice. There are so many reasons why that was not a smart thing to do, including what my boyfriend would think. Soon to be ex-boyfriend, I suspect. And there's my job. I'm gonna lose my job for sure. But, to be completely honest, I'd do it all over again. My Alan! He's mine!

Even the very perceptive Glory didn't realize just how many other women she had as competition.

CHAPTER 13 

Less than an hour after Alan left Glory in her classroom, he found himself in the examination room used by his nurse Akami.

By the way she stood in the doorway to greet him with a sultry and excited look in her eyes, Alan figured he'd have a very good appointment. He wasn't proven wrong. He had a hard-on he could use as a baseball bat just from looking at her face.

"How are we doing today?" she said brightly as she came in and sat down next to him. She was dressed in her usual white lab uniform while Alan remained dressed in his usual T-shirt and shorts.

"Good. Nice to see you," said Alan happily and more than a bit nervously. "But, um, before we go on, I should mention that my mother insisted on driving me here, and even now she is waiting in the car. She told me to restrain myself, and that she might be checking up on me at any time."

"Did she say that?" Nurse Akami wasn't terribly surprised. "She said similar things to me on the phone, but I don't think she'll be coming in to check on you. She complained that I was too enthusiastically helpful at our last meeting, and told me that she wouldn't be attending this time. If I didn't know better, I'd almost think she's afraid to come in here, as if I'd molest her or something!"

They both had a laugh at that, but Alan saw a lot of truth in it. Akami was delighted that her scheme to scare away Susan so she could be alone with Alan had worked.

The nurse suggested, "Now why don't we go ahead and take your blood sample, to get the unpleasantness out of the way?"

Alan watched as Akami withdrew a small vial of his blood.

When the nurse was done with the test, she squatted on the floor in front of Alan and said, "Let's take a good look at you."

She stared at him intently, as she usually did.

Alan couldn't help but notice that from that position, her short skirt rode up which caused her panties to show. If she hadn't worn panties, he could have seen her entire pussy.

There was an uncomfortable silence, and then she said, "All right, Alan, as we did last time, I'm going to have to give your penis a good amount of stimulation. So please take off your clothes."

Sweet! I knew it. "All of them? What about the patient gown? Should I put that on?"

"Yes, all of them. Wear the gown if it makes you feel more comfortable. It's all the same to me."

Alan began to take off his clothes, item by item. He felt extremely self-conscious, as she bored her eyes into him. This is what a woman must feel like when she does a strip tease, he pondered. He felt a lot better though, than when he'd stripped in front of his teacher a mere hour or so earlier.

At the same time, the undressing plus Akami's frequent panty displays brought his solid erection back with a vengeance by the time he pulled down his underwear and exposed himself completely.

Akami gave a big smile, and got up. She grabbed his penis without a word and began to stroke it, as if she would naturally do that without question any time she was within arm's reach of it.

She asked him, "Tell me Alan, has your penis been receiving enough stimulation in the past two weeks?"

"Oh definitely, nurse. I'm happy to report that I'm averaging just slightly above six ejaculations a day, always preceded by prolonged stimulation, and the day-to-day consistency has been very good, too."

"That's great news," the nurse replied. She was actually surprised anyone could keep to such an intense schedule, but she tried not to show it. "Also importantly, have you been getting assistance from others so that your penis isn't treated too roughly?"

"That's really great news, too," reported Alan. "I've been getting lots of help lately. Though I still don't, er... have a girlfriend, really." There was a touch of sadness in his voice.

She wasn't terribly surprised at that, given what she knew about Susan and Suzanne. She figured he wouldn't be in a big hurry to get a girlfriend if he had the likes of those two helping him. "And what about your mother? She told me on the phone about her new strict policy of not having you get overly excited, as she put it. But one issue she dodged was if she brought you to ejaculation when she performed your abnormality checks this Tuesday and last. Did she?"

"The first Tuesday, definitely. In fact, we both kind of went a little wild. She gave me lots of handjobs and blowjobs that day - I don't think she could have checked me any more thoroughly! But this last Tuesday, there was just one handjob, very quickly and clinically done. She's really changed her attitude, and says that's all she can help me out with all week."

Nurse Akami tried hard not to snicker. She thought, as if she was talking to Susan, I know who's getting "overly excited" and it's you, you old cow, and not me! "Lots of handjobs and blowjobs"? Talk about above and beyond the call of duty!

Then she said to Alan in a bitter voice, "You know, I find it very rich that she would berate me for getting a little friendly with a patient when she herself is sucking off her own son!" She let out her anger unconsciously by rubbing his erection more aggressively.

Then, after she composed herself a bit, she added, "But don't pay any attention to my ramblings. We need to finish quickly 'cos I'm sure she's waiting impatiently in the car."

Alan was just enjoying the handjob and didn't feel the need to reply to that.

So Akami said as she stroked, "I'd like to ask you another question. Strictly for medical purposes, of course, but you might find it a bit personal. These women who have been helping you out. Have you had sexual intercourse with any of them?"

Alan considered what he should say. Of course he was just deflowered as a virgin by his own sister in an amazing fuckfest the day before, but he could hardly tell the nurse that. He decided it was safer to just say no.

"No, I haven't. Just handjobs and blowjobs. But I think that's likely to change soon. Probably by the time of our next appointment two weeks from now." Alan put aside his sister and considered the possibilities with Kim, Glory, Suzanne, and Amy, even if his own mother seemed out of reach. He figured that he might not get lucky with all of them, but there were so many possibilities that he was likely to have intercourse with at least one of them.

That led to a question he was very eager to ask. "In fact, that reminds me of a favor I'd like to ask you. Would it be possible if you could prescribe some condoms, and birth control pills? I think sex is bound to happen, so it would be much better to have safe sex, but it's difficult for us high schoolers to get those things."

"I think I can help you out there, Alan. Don't tell your mean ol' mother, though, okay? How much do you need?"

"Lots! Hundreds. I dunno, maybe like a year's supply of both?"

Akami laughed and thought, Oh, to be eighteen again. She joked, "For you, that probably means thousands. But I'll see what I can do. Meanwhile, right now it's just blowjobs and handjobs, nothing more?"

"No more. And it's killing me. My mother and even Suzanne keep talking about 'maintaining boundaries' when it comes to women."

"What about a titfuck? Have you done that yet?"

"Titfuck?" asked a confused Alan. He wasn't thinking too clearly as Akami continued to fondle his penis.

"Come on, don't tell me you don't know! I'm sure you've seen that in an X rated movie or something. You know, it's when a man puts his penis in the cleavage of a woman's boobs, and essentially fucks her boobs."

"Yeah, okay, I know what you mean. But that's not for real, is it? I thought that was just some exaggerated thing in a porn movie that hardly ever happens, like how guys always have impossibly big penises. I mean, a guy would like it, but what woman would find pleasure in that?"

Akami smiled at his naiveté. "Believe you me, women can and do find it pleasurable. In fact, it's very important that you learn how to titfuck a woman. A woman's soft breasts, especially if properly oiled, can provide you great stimulation without any aggravated rubbing of your penis."

She had a hard time keeping a straight face as she continued, "Actually, although your mother wouldn't approve - she seemed to imply that it was improper for a nurse to get naked with a patient - I think I would be remiss in my duties if I don't show you how a titfuck works, first hand. It's important to learn how to do it correctly. But let's do it quickly, in case your mother gets impatient and comes in to check on our progress."

Alan didn't need to be convinced.

Akami quickly took off her nurse's uniform and bra, which left her only with panties. She had already been masturbating Alan for a number of minutes, so she quickly sucked him off and collected the resulting cum in a cup, for Alan's (not really required) "sperm sample."

That left them without any additional official business to conduct, except more stimulation.

"Hmm, your penis is now down for the count," said Akami. "We'll have to use every measure to revive it quickly, though this may not appear to be standard behavior for a nurse."

Alan sat on the examination table, which was raised to an upright position.

She pulled his feet out of the stirrups and brought the table down, which left him to lay down on it. Then she climbed on top of him, and began to feverishly kiss him all over his face.

Soon their lips met, and they tongued each other while Alan's hands ran all over her near-naked body. That was the first time they had kissed in any shape or form, but Alan had a good feeling that it would be far from the last. The kiss was even sweeter because Akami resumed her penis stroking while she kissed and Alan ran his hands all over her back.

But all her extra attention and effort wasn't really necessary, as Alan would have been hard in another minute anyway just from the sight her nakedness. Far from getting burned out at all his sexual fun, he was finding it easier and easier to get aroused the more sex grew in importance in his life.

The helpful nurse, when she saw that the situation was literally well in hand, had Alan change places, so he was now on top.

He straddled her and sat on her stomach while his penis poked at her breasts.

She grabbed the sides of her breasts and pushed them together, which exaggerated her modest cleavage. "Now take that penis and stick it right in there," she told him. "Imagine that it's my vagina, and that you're fucking me. You may have some trouble imagining that, so maybe next time you can give me a good fuck, so that, uh, you can make a better comparison between these methods. Would you like that?"

She said this is a very professional and dispassionate manner, but Alan could see right through her now. She couldn't help but smile as she said this.

Alan already had his penis in position between her tits and began to stroke with it. "Yes, I think that would be most ... educational," he snickered. He was amazed at what a wonderfully soft channel her boobs made for him.

"Yes, very educational..." moaned Akami. "It would be even better if you could fuck my pussy as soon as we were done with this, to help you, you know, more directly compare and contrast."

They both laughed at the charade.

She went on, "However, I'm afraid of your mother waiting in the car. Unfortunately, we'll have to make this quick. When we do it, I want us to do it properly. And your first time should be really special, with someone you deeply love."

Alan thought about his first time, just a day earlier. He smiled broadly, happy that it was with someone he deeply loved.

He continued to pound his erection though her velvety soft tunnel. He used his hands to push her boobs together and create a better path to plow. As a side bonus, that made her breasts seem much bigger than they really were. Rather than just hold them there, he soon stroked them, mashed them, and even pinched the nipples from time to time.

When he needed to pause to prevent premature ejaculation, he would remove his penis for a spell and suck on her breasts. They were the complete focus of attention now for both of them.

Akami tried to maintain at least some plausible cover of this being a professional nurse's duty, so she refrained from sexy talk. But the sultry "fuck me" look in her eyes showed what she truly thought.

Within a few minutes, Akami could sense that he was ready to shoot. "If I may make a medical observation..." said the nurse between heaving breaths. Her body squirmed beneath him and she seemed ready to climax.

"Yes, of course. Will there be a test on this later?" giggled Alan.

"Note the proximity between my cleavage and my mouth," she went on. "It's almost as if the body is designed so that when you're done fucking a woman's breasts, you can scoot up a bit and shoot your load into her mouth." Her calm words belied the wild look in her eye and the excitement and energy flowing from her.

"Penetrating analysis, nurse! Let me test your hypothesis!" He almost shouted as he grew more excited with every second. "Watch out! It's coming... Get ready!" He got his penis positioned over her mouth, and began to shoot into it from an inch or two away.

She lifted her head up and took it all in, like a baby chick that begged for food from its mother bird. At the same time, she lifted her ass up in the air and clenched her body as an orgasm coursed through her body.

As soon as she sucked the last drop dry, she asked him to get off of her, and get cleaned up right away.

While they put their clothes back on and washed up using the sink in the room, the nurse began to speak again. "You asked jokingly if would there be a test. As a matter of fact, there will be. I want you to practice what we learned here today frequently in the next two weeks. When you come back for your next appointment, I expect a hands-on demonstration. Of titfucking and a few other things."

"Wow, nurse," he replied, "you really go the extra mile for your patients!"

They both enjoyed the absurdity of their conversation.

"Actually, more like the extra inch. Or eight inches. But only for you, Alan. You're about sixty years younger than our other patients." She helped him straighten his shirt, like a fussy mother. "But don't forget what we've learned today. I'm not just having fun with you - there was a real point there."

"Yes, there is a point," he agreed, "and it's starting to poke into my shorts."

"Oh dear! Not again? I feel a new round of important tests coming on for your next appointment, so your appointment might have to take two hours next time! We'll have to test your penis in many different ways. Are you really sure you have to go already?"

Akami had some trouble putting her own clothes on, as she continued to masturbate herself at the same time. In fact, she put her lab coat on to make herself look more seductive in an attempt to get Alan to stay longer. She could tell that Alan got off on the medical look and nurse fantasy. Her pussy juices continued to flow all down her legs and on to the floor.

"God, I wish I could stay," Alan said. "That wasn't even half an hour. But there'll be next time."

"Okay. But seriously, don't overlook the titfuck any longer. I may not have the biggest boobs in the world, but that doesn't seem to be a problem with your mother or that woman I briefly saw. Suzanne, I believe. With a woman like that, you'll find a titfuck very pleasant indeed. In fact, your only problem may be that you might lose track of where your penis goes in those giant mounds of flesh!" She was only half-joking.

"Thanks for the advice. And everything else!"

Akami said, "My pleasure. Literally." Just as she said this, her fingers caused her to orgasm. She laughed at the timing.

When she was more composed a few moments later, she added, "Remember that many women often enjoy a good titfuck, just as they can enjoy a blowjob. I certainly do and just did. Especially if you use your hands like you did. Oh, and by the way, I see you took my advice to work on your PC muscle. Your stamina and control are really improved since last time! Good show. I had the hardest time preventing you from ejaculating too soon, before. Now, it's like you're the Energizer bunny."

"Yeah. That PC muscle thing has been helping a lot. I owe everything to you."

"We'll phone with your test results on Monday, and remember, study hard for your next appointment!" She gave him a wink and now made a more sincere effort to get cleaned up and clothed.

While Alan was in the doctor's office, Susan sat in the car and tried to read a copy of People magazine. But her thoughts returned again and again to what Alan might do with Akami. She had visions of Akami sucking her son off, but that was just for starters. Her mind was mostly filled with the idea of Alan and Akami fucking.

These ideas literally made her hot and bothered: she was aroused and disturbed, confused, jealous, and frustrated. She wasn't about to masturbate in the car, so that made her even more bothered. She repeatedly tried to return to the magazine, but found she couldn't get the meaning of the words.

Susan was tremendously relieved when Alan came back to the car and put an end to her suffering.

She consoled herself that at least his appointment lasted less than half an hour instead of an hour plus with the previous one. Ever since that appointment, she'd tried to block the memories of that hour of constant penis manipulation out of her memory entirely, but she was unable to forget it. Such experiences fueled her sexual dreams of Alan every night.  

As Susan drove away, she heard Alan's brief report of his appointment. It was very brief indeed since he neglected to mention the titfuck or anything sexual, except to say that Akami checked his penis for abnormalities.

Susan didn't even ask Alan any questions about his appointment. She was frankly scared about Akami, who she blamed to be the root cause of all of her own sinful urges and temptations. She didn't want to know, and didn't want to think.

CHAPTER 14

On Friday night, Amy, Suzanne, and Suzanne's husband Eric came over to the Plummer house for dinner, as they were all going to a party afterwards. The dinner was completely free of any sexual hijinks for Alan until the very end.

After the meal was over and the plates were being taken away, Amy said, "Thank you Susan, that was really good."

Susan smiled benignly and walked off to the kitchen with some plates.

Alan though kept his eyes on Amy. She wore a surprisingly daring maroon top (he'd noticed that she'd never fully gotten the message on how things had changed around the house). It exposed a good deal of cleavage, and below that there were a few clasps down the middle which held it together. He watched in horror as she started to undo the first clasp.

There wasn't much holding the skimpy top together. Within seconds it was undone to her belly button, though luckily gravity still held her boobs inside the fabric (she didn't wear a bra either). He realized that this was her way of saying she'd enjoyed the meal, thanks to what he'd told her before.

But before anyone else really paid attention to what she did, Alan got up, grabbed her, and pulled her away from the table. Her top flew open a bit more, but no one saw it as he'd spun her away from the others. Meanwhile he asked, "Amy, could I speak to you for a minute?"

A safe distance from the table, he was able to whisper to her and get her to cover up. But the incident made him wonder just how much he could trust Amy not to screw things up. He realized that the further they initiated her into sex, the more chances there would be for her to say or do something that could ruin everything. He decided to take things slower with her for a while, especially when it came to activities with him, her, and Katherine that could be seen as incestuous. He also decided that they'd have to be more careful in the ways they teased her.

As it was, Alan was at the end of his mental limit. He'd had so much sexual excitement in the last two days that he felt he couldn't take it any more. He was more than a little relieved to go to the party and mingle with grown ups in a completely sex-free environment. He needed time to absorb all the changes, especially sex with his sister.

Katherine, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed by the enormity of what they'd done and all she wanted was more sex.

Alan could understand how she felt - it reminded him of when he first got a computer, and for days he was so excited he could think or do little else but focus on the computer.

But somehow all the sexual contact with multiple females made him more wary than his sister. He felt he was in this for the long haul and had to be very careful, whereas she completely relied on him to be the careful one.

With Alan and the others leaving for the party, and Ron having his own work-related party to go to, Susan found herself at home alone. (Ron didn't like her to go to parties without him. Ironically, he worried that she might be sexually vulnerable if she left the house.) It was a real let down for her after all the excitement in recent days to spend a Friday night all by herself. To keep herself from getting depressed, she liked to keep busy by doing household chores.

She held out for a while, but eventually she made her way to Alan's room. There was one chore she had come both to love and to hate in recent days. This was because Alan had never paid any mind to what happened to his bed sheets after he masturbated in them. He liked to shoot into an extra pillow case he usually kept nearby. For years, the pillow case and the sheets had been seemingly magically replaced by clean ones when he wasn't around. But of course, this didn't happen by magic.

Susan used to try to live in denial that her son masturbated, at least as much as humanly possible. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was aware of what the wet stains must be and what they meant, but she didn't consciously think about it. She just grabbed the sheets without touching anywhere near the wet spots and put them in the washing machine. It was a daily ritual and like most such habits, it could eventually be done with next to no conscious thought.

But things had changed now. It had been a couple of hours since Alan had been in his bedroom and obviously masturbated. There were big stains on the sheets and an even bigger one in the pillow case. She was delighted when she took a closer look and discovered that the pillow stain was still wet and relatively fresh. Sometimes it didn't dry out for a long time when the fabric was all bunched up.

She carefully took all the linens downstairs to the laundry room without touching any wet stains. She thought, I have to stick to my vow. I'm going to drop them right into the washer and that's that. To do anything else would be sinful and depraved. There's NO WAY I'm going to as much as touch that wet spot, much less taste it. What would my parents think of me, that I'm even thinking such wicked thoughts?

She put all the laundry she'd collected into the washing machine, piece by piece, including Alan's bed sheet. Eventually, the only item remaining was the stained pillow case. She held it up gingerly with just two fingers, dangling it above the opened washing machine top. This is so depressing. Here I am, completely alone and contemplating getting intimate with a pillow case! That is NOT going to happen! Anyway, the cum probably isn't fresh any more, so it wouldn't be so yummy.

She felt confused and conflicted so she decided to do what she'd recently learned to do in such situations: expose her breasts. She immediately felt better and more liberated. It was like the day went from wet and cold to sunny and warm. At the same time, she started to feel tingly down below as she imagined Alan walking in on her with her bare chest heaving and bouncing.

She brought the wet spot to her nose to smell it, testing just how fresh it was. Hmm. Pungent. That's very pungent. Why, even the smell is kind of sweet. I wonder what makes it that way. You can almost smell just how virile he is. But I'll bet it's not REALLY fresh. After all, it's been hours since he was in his room. It just looks fresh.

She ran a finger through the wet spot. It certainly was wet. She brought her wet finger to her nose as if to make sure. Hmm. It's wet alright. But how does it taste? That's the real test.

She pulled her head back and brought the pillow case down to her waist. NO! I'm NOT going to eat any of it. That's completely depraved and disgusting. Furthermore, it's downright sad. I'm not going to be some pathetic and lonely loser. It's bad enough that I'm doing the laundry on a Friday night while thinking the most naughty and sinful thoughts about my son.

But while she brought the pillow case down and away from her face, her wet finger was still right in front of her nose. Somehow, while she was admonishing herself, her finger found a way into her mouth without her consciously thinking about it. She sucked on her finger and loved the wicked taste so much that she grew weak in the knees.

With that, all restraint flew out the window. She brought the pillow case's wet spot to her mouth and began sucking on the wetness. This is wrong! So wrong! This is NOT happening! I can't believe what I'm doing!

She continued to berate herself until she sucked all the cum she could get out of the abused pillow case.

Then she broke down and cried. Her one consolation was that no one else knew of her secret struggle.

It was a battle she silently fought, and generally lost, almost every time she did the laundry these days. No one else, not even Suzanne, knew just how frequently she struggled with her urges at times like this.

To Susan's great despair, it seemed like the only times she was happy nowadays was when she had her chest bared and her son's erection and/or his cum in her mouth.

She concluded, It's hopeless. I can't deny reality. I need to help Tiger with his problem and soon, or I'm going to lose my mind! I don't even care if Ron is still here, I need that cum! God help me!

NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone, EBC, Spurtz, Gnome, WD40, and NightShadow. A special thanks to NightShadow for extensive additions in some scenes.