CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Nov. 19)

Alan failed his third period class test, just as he figured he would. That put him in a very bad mood when he got to Glory's fourth period class. It wasn't just the one test; he felt he'd gone from being one of the top students to slowly failing out of school due to a non-stop sex obsession. He also felt the added weight of all the homework he hadn't done.

During lunch, he wasn't in the mood for sex, even though Glory most certainly was. He asked to just get naked and cuddle.

Glory got out her blanket, sheets, and pillows, and they swaddled up together and cuddled on the floor. They were mostly quiet and motionless, but both of them found the experience to be surprisingly emotional, just the same. He loved her and she loved him, and they simply basked in their mutual love.

By the end of lunch, Alan felt much more optimistic and energetic. He started to get frisky just as they had to put the bedding away and get dressed.

Glory complained in a playful way, "Now that I've got your motor running, who's going to drive your car?"

"We don't discuss the other women, right, Glory?"

"Oh. Right." But it was clear Glory was very curious about the other women. In fact, her curiosity concerning just exactly who Alan was sleeping with was nearly killing her. Her interest was especially piqued due to a confrontation with Heather during a class break earlier in the morning. She reran the conversation in her mind while thinking over the "other women" idea.

Heather had her bathroom ultimatum with Alan just before attending one of Glory's classes, and she felt flushed with success and also filled with a growing certainty that Alan was committing incest with his sister, due to the way he brushed off her "would you rather sleep with someone even closer to home" question.

Glory held Heather back during the next break between classes to ask her a couple of probing questions about homework and to chide her for being late to class before sending her on her way. She was frustrated that Heather always seemed to do very well on her essays but poorly in class and on her tests, strongly suggesting that she was somehow cheating on the essays. But Glory couldn't prove it, despite constant efforts to do so.

Before Glory could get started into Heather's work, the haughty teen said, completely out of the blue, "Looks like Alan is really sleeping around with everybody these days, don't you think, Ms. Rhymer?" This was the first time Alan had ever come up in conversation between Heather and Glory. Heather hoped to steer the conversation so she could drop insinuations about Alan committing incest, and see if that could be a fruitful path to shock Glory into breaking up with him.

But Heather didn't get a chance to do that, because she underestimated Glory's reaction.

Glory took the comment to be a not-so subtle form of blackmail, showing that Heather knew about her relationship with Alan, and furthermore, a direct insult that she would involve herself with a boy who was sleeping with so many others. She attacked back, saying testily, "I don't think it's appropriate to speak of a fellow student that way, Heather. But in any case, I don't think one could compare how much he sleeps around with how much someone like you does. I'm not one to solicit or pass along rumors, but just the same, if half of what I hear about you is correct, you're sleeping with just about every boy in school and half the girls as well."

Heather was taken aback. "I'll have you know, Ms. Rhymer, I have a very good reputation!"

Glory laughed spitefully. "So, I see you confirm the rumors and only try to argue that not many people know how truly loose you really are. Interesting. I must say it's awful nice of you as head cheerleader to give the school such team spirit by spreading your legs for anyone who asks for it." She spoke in a low tone so the other students coming and going from her class during the break wouldn't hear, but her biting, near whispering tone somehow made her seem more menacing than if she'd been shouting.

Heather had no idea Glory had this side to her, but she came back gamely. "At least what I'm doing is legal, Ms. Rhymer. Yes, I have a little bit of fun, but when I have my fun I don't do something foolish that could threaten my career." Heather strongly emphasized "threaten my career" in a low growl.

Glory didn't have a good comeback for that, as she knew that issue was her Achilles' heel. She looked around the room and noticed with some relief that no one had noticed or heard anything out of the ordinary; apparently they just assumed she was speaking to a student about class work. Dismissing Heather with a disdainful glance and shrug, she said, "We'll discuss this later. Remember to do your homework."

She looked down at Heather's chest and noticed from the way Heather's tight, white T-shirt clung that the girl wasn't wearing a bra. She added, "And be mindful of the school's dress code. I'll have to speak to the administration and find out why you're able to flaunt our standards day after day. I wonder what form of persuasion you used on someone to get your way." She let the insinuation that Heather would fuck anyone for favors hang in the air. Her condemning tone of voice carried much more of an insult than her words did.

Heather retorted, "I understand. Someone of YOUR age naturally can't compete so you hide behind the rules to level the playing field."

"Are you calling me old?" Glory was getting increasingly hot under the collar, and almost said that far too loudly. She was outraged, considering that she was only 27 years old. She considered launching into an angry tirade, but held back. The short time provided by the breaks was a big factor in her decision to cut things short. She also worried that Heather could be setting her up, perhaps recording the conversation. With another dismissive gesture, she said, "Heather, get to class. And remember that I'm your teacher and I deserve some respect. That is all."

Heather walked out. As she reached the door to the classroom, she muttered "Bitch" just loud enough for Glory to hear. She was happy that she'd begun the fight against Glory and looked forward to an eventual sweet and hard-fought victory by taking Alan for her own, but she was also a bit scared as she'd never come out so openly against one of her own teachers. Furthermore, in the opening trade of insults, she forgot to drop the hints about Alan and incest that could start to split him and his teacher apart.

Glory overheard the muttered "bitch" comment and silently fumed, "Bitch"?! Talk about the pot calling the kettle black! I swear to God, sometimes I wish I wasn't a teacher. I wish I could really speak my mind and tear that insufferable baby a new asshole. Heather, don't even try to mess with me! You can lord over all the other students all you want but if you mess with a teacher you're gonna find yourself kicked out of this school so fast it'll make your head spin! And trying to get between me and Alan, you're really asking for it. BITCH!

Back with Alan in her arms during lunch later in the day, Glory finished replaying this exchange in her mind and considered telling Alan all about it. She wanted to know what he saw in the bitchy Heather and wanted even more to convince him to have nothing further to do with the girl. But she considered Alan's sullen and quiet mood, and decided it wasn't the right time. He was stressed about failing his third period test and plummeting in his studies in general. She went back to just stroking his hair and enjoying his embrace.

Had Alan known everything about Glory's encounter with Heather, he would have been very disturbed. He would have been most disturbed by Heather's intention to use her suspicions of his incestuous behavior with Glory. For all of Glory's sexual talents and enthusiasm, she had a proper and conservative aspect to her personality, and Alan knew that it would be extremely bad if she discovered that in fact he was sleeping with his sister, much less his mother too. He wondered if Glory would even speak to him again, or worse, if she'd consider it her duty to inform the authorities.

But at the same time, had he been a fly on the wall, he would also have been perturbed by the emotional intensity of Glory's attacks on Heather. Glory was letting her emotions get the better of her and had acted quite recklessly in speaking so directly and harshly to the conniving head cheerleader. She could have gotten in trouble merely from others overhearing her far too personal conversation.

Alan felt much better after he left Glory. She'd given him some words of encouragement about his academic woes, and all the cuddling didn't hurt.

But on his way to fifth period class, he ran into trouble. Several large boys surrounded him and backed him into a locker. They looked menacing and appeared to be the size of football linemen. The ringleader, a stereotypically burly guy with square jaw and crew cut, spoke for the group. "There you are. The famous Alan. This is the guy, right?" He looked to one of his flunkies, who nodded.

Alan kept up a brave front. "What do you guys want? I've got to hurry to class."

"What do we want? We've been hearing rumors. You look mild-mannered enough, but people are saying that you're fucking all the best girls in school. What do you have to say to that?" The unnamed bully stepped forward.

Alan reflexively stepped back, pressing harder into the locker. "I don't know what you're talking about. Look at me! Do I look like the kind of guy women would be after?" But he could see his words weren't having much of an effect. So he made up what he hoped would be a convincing lie. "Okay, so I have a bigger than average dick. Some girls saw it and I guess people talked and every time the story was told, I somehow grew more manly and fucked more girls and my endowment grew longer. But that's it! Just rumors. I've never fucked anybody but my girlfriend!"

"That's not what I hear," the leader growled. But luckily the hallway crowds were thinning out as there was just or minute or so to get to the next class before the bell. The only cluster still left were the burly guys around Alan. A couple of them started to drift off, too.

"I swear! Look at me. I'm a nerd!"

"We'll see. You got off easy this time, but if I find you were sleeping with my Judy..." The big teen smacked his fist into his hand. The blow looked very convincing. He walked off.

Alan was scared shitless on the inside, but he was proud of the way he appeared incredulous and bravely innocent on the outside. He thought, Dang! What the hell? I don't even know this guy's name or who Judy is. I don't know any of them and don't want to know them! This is all Amy's fault. I should have never let her run around and freely tell people what a good fucker I was. Hopefully this will blow over because I'm stopping with the cheerleaders and I'm not gonna get near any Judy or anyone like her. That's for sure!

CHAPTER 2

Alan considered whether or not to cancel his after school meeting with Heather given what had happened. He decided he didn't want a boiling mad Heather on his case, so he obligingly went to the theater room after school, as planned. He figured that since he'd gone the whole school day without a single orgasm, it would be good to get a little relief before heading home and diving into the books. Between the encounter with Heather in the stinky bathroom and the cuddling with Glory at lunch, he was raring to go.

However, he was annoyed at Heather and wanted to give her a good dressing down first. He correctly figured she was a "give an inch, take a mile" type, and he had to show her that she couldn't push him around. He especially had to make her not want to go any further with her strong hint that he was fucking his sister.

When he walked in, he was very surprised to find not only Heather there, but Joy, Janice, and Heather's best friend Simone. He blurted out incredulously, "Heather, what's going on here?! I thought you wanted to see me alone."

"Hi to you too, Alan. Obviously we're all here to fuck. And if I'm going to prove to you that fucking me is worthwhile, I figure I could use a little bit of help. I'm not above getting some assistance, you know." She pointed to Simone. "You're probably wondering who this is."

"Yes," he said testily. In fact, he'd already met her, while the two of them stood right next to Heather. But at the time, Alan had meant so little to Heather that she didn't think much of the encounter and had completely forgotten that Simone was there. Alan decided it was just easier to play along than to explain the whole situation.

"This is my best friend, Simone," Heather said significantly.

Alan looked Simone over carefully. He stared first at the juncture between her thighs and thought, If I want, I could be plowing that in a few minutes. Wow, that's wild. His eyes drifted up to her chest. Or I could be sliding between those round beauties. It's good to be the king, heh-heh!

Simone similarly stared at Alan's crotch with more than a little bit of curiosity.

Alan and Simone shook hands with a formality that was a bit funny given they both knew they were probably about to do very sexually intimate things with each other. It was even stranger because both of them recalled the time when they had met before.

Simone was playing dumb with Heather just like Alan was. She rolled her eyes when Heather wasn't looking.

Alan felt a bit of a bond from that, like they'd shared a conspiratorial secret. He'd assumed that since Simone was Heather's best friend, she was almost exactly like her: stuck up, self-centered, and bitchy. He was very pleasantly surprised that the vibes he was getting off her were almost nothing like Heather's.

Heather continued, "You've probably seen her with me, walking around school or eating or whatever. She's not only my best friend, but one of my fuck buddies too. She's got the hots for you, as do just about all the girls around here after what Amy's been telling everybody. I assume she's fuck-worthy?"

Alan was chagrined, especially by the mention of his growing reputation, particularly in light of what the bully had said earlier. He replied directly to Simone, "Nice to meet you. I do recognize you from around school, now that I think about it. Why, I think I've seen you at the White Sands Beach before, no?"

"That could be." Simone grinned knowingly at his veiled reference to the first time they'd met.

"I don't usually say this to people I barely know, but you're definitely fuck-worthy. In fact, Simone, I dare say you're even more beautiful than Heather." He didn't actually feel that way, although it was a close call. He just said it to get in a dig at Heather.

"Why, thank you," Simone replied, seemingly unfazed by the unusual situation. "Heather, he's so charming." She joked, "And he speaks deep truths."

But Heather wasn't amused. She replied, "Nice try, Alan. I know no one's more beautiful than me and that you're just trying to get a rise out of me. It won't work. Now, shall we get started?"

Alan thought, Dang, Heather needs some serious attitude adjustment. Talk about stuck on yourself! Geez.

He took another look at Simone. Wow. Definitely fuck-worthy. As if I wouldn't know her! Everybody at school at least knows of her. Of course, all of Heather's girlfriends are hot but with so few black people at our school, Simone really stands out. She looks so exotic with that short, choppy hair that doesn't look like the typical black person's kinky hair. She looks really tropical, like she's from some tropical island; the Solomon Islands or Trinidad or something, maybe. And she seems surprisingly cool for being Heather's best friend. Not at all what I expected. True I don't know her, but at least she's not walking around like she's got a stick up her butt.

Simone came up to Alan and whispered in his ear, I hope you don't think that just because I'm ready to fuck someone I hardly know that I'm some kind of wanton hussy. She paused, then said jokingly, Hell, who am I kidding? I AM a wanton hussy! But still, it takes a special man to interest me. She backed away, laughing.

Heather, who had been leaning in to hear Simone's whispers, looked at Alan a little closer. "Something wrong, big man? Don't you like my friends?"

Alan looked around. "Hi Joy. Hi Janice."

They replied in kind with hellos and friendly waves.

He continued, "No, I'm happy to see you all. It's just that this raises the performance bar. I was expecting a simple, quick fuck, and now I've got a big production. It's not easy to please four girls at once. It takes a lot of energy."

Heather smiled. "Don't worry. Your only goal here is to fuck me. The others are just here to assist with that, unless you want to give Simone or any of the others a quick warm up fuck first. It's up to you. Don't worry about their pleasure. Just worry about yours and mine. Come on. You got me so worked up earlier today; let's get this show on the road!"

Alan again looked around and said to the others. "Are all of you okay with that? Or did Heather put you up to his?"

Janice replied, "Heather didn't need to talk us into this. Given what you said yesterday about not wanting to fuck us anymore, Joy and I figure we should take any opportunity with you we can get."

In actual fact, Heather had a hard time getting Janice to participate due to their mutual feud. Janice was dead against it despite really wanting to fuck Alan because she was even more set against doing anything to help Heather. Then Heather subtly pointed out that it would be an opportunity for Janice to see Joy naked, and even be with and touch Joy naked. That clinched it for Janice.

Simone said to Alan, "I don't want to put any pressure on you or anything, but I'm pretty much in the same boat. You've become quite well-known in certain circles in the girls' locker rooms. Heather and I have gotten into a lot of mischief together. I remember when Heather first talked about you uncertainly, the mysterious 'nerd' she couldn't quite place. Then when she first told me about how the two of you had sex, she tried to pass it off as a joke. But you've come a long way in a short time. Lately she's always talking about you, gushing about what a dream you are. I just had to see for myself what this special guy was made of. It took me a while to get her to agree, but here I am."

Alan was surprised to see Heather profusely blushing. He had a hard time imagining her gushing or calling anyone dreamy, let alone him.

Heather clapped her hands to help quickly change the topic. "Okay, everyone. Enough chatting. No doubt Alan's in a hurry. He always is. So let's do it! Why are we all standing around with our clothes on?"

Clothes started dropping, including Alan's. An idea to teach Heather a lesson of sorts was forming in Alan's mind. He asked, "So. I'm the king of the hill here, right? Heather, you want me to do whatever I want so I'll be happy and do this again, right?"

"Right." Heather started to get worried with where his train of thought was going. She pulled her damp panties off as she finished undressing.

Alan snapped his fingers while pulling his shorts off and exposing his turgid penis. "Okay. Heather, on your knees in front of me. You're going to blow me to warm me up, since you love that so much." He was sarcastic with this last point, since he knew the one sexual act she enjoyed the least was giving blowjobs. Blowjobs weren't all about her, and giving her the pleasure.

Yet Heather immediately and wordlessly obeyed.

Alan found it nearly eerie the way she eagerly crawled over to him and began licking.

Alan trained his eyes on Simone, since she was new, unusual, and alluring. His perception of her was based on the many times he'd scoped her out, usually from a distance. But now she slowly revealed herself and took off her top, Alan realized that she was even hotter and fitter than he'd realized. She was downright muscular, no doubt due to her love of playing sports.

Her body was a lot like Heather's. Alan contemplated that that wasn't so surprising, since the two of them and were good friends. Heather wasn't going to associate with someone ugly, or even unremarkable looking. He was well aware of Simone's lovely bubble butt, but he'd never realized just how stacked she was up top. He was surprised enough to ask, "Holy cow, where have you been hiding those things?"

Simone giggled. "Let's just say they were an early Christmas present from my dad. You're one of the first to take them for a test drive."

"Impressive. Give his plastic surgeon my compliments." He thought, I guess that explains that. I remember her being a cup or so smaller a couple of months ago, and it looks like I was right.

He looked down and saw Heather eagerly taking more and more of his erection in her mouth. You can't say she doesn't enjoy this. Actually, I kind of hope she doesn't. Somehow it makes it more fun to see Heather doing something against her will.

Simone stepped forward so Alan could inspect her breasts with his hands, which is exactly what he did. He was even more impressed with their feel - they didn't feel fake.

As if Simone could read his mind, she said, "They feel real because it's mostly real tit flesh in there - I just boosted them a little to get my bra size a tad bit bigger than Heather's. We're awfully competitive with each other."

Heather stopped cocksucking long enough to say, "You see, Alan? You see what I can do for you if you play ball with me? I can bring you girls. Lots of girls. Orgies. Orgies filled with sizzling hot teen pussy. Simone has a great pussy. I fuck all my girlfriends, and she's one of the best. We can have a-"

Alan interrupted her by pushing his penis back into her mouth. "Enough talking, more head, cocksucker." He knew that Heather got turned on by being degraded. On one hand he wanted to punish her by giving her a bad time, but on the other hand he enjoyed giving her the treatment she craved. The latter urge won out, since he was in a bit of a bad mood and it was fun, if immature, to let it out on Heather. Thinking about her hinting at blackmail regarding him and Katherine made him feel mean. Talking more to himself than anyone, he added, "I don't need anyone new. This is probably a really bad idea."

But his libido was in control now. He looked over at Janice. "Hey Janice, you know how to stimulate a prostate? Good. Take my ass." (He didn't want the enemies Heather and Janice close together.)

Then he looked at Joy. "Joy, help Heather with the cocksucking. She's clearly such a bad lover that she needs at least three other girls to help her please a man."

Heather was going to protest that, but Alan kept his hands firmly on her head and his penis deep in her mouth, preventing her from talking. On a whim, Alan forcibly prevented Heather from pulling away, even though she struggled to do so. Finally, it appeared that she was running out of breath. She looked at him venomously and scraped his penis with her teeth, just enough to warn him.

Alan finally backed off, but not before noticing how much Heather got off on being forced.

Janice and Joy both got busy with their new tasks. Although Alan was lying down, Janice had little difficulty reaching underneath him to work on his asshole.

Heather went from full on deep cocksucking to long licks up and down Alan's pole, so she could accommodate Joy kneeling next to her. But Heather was extremely hot to trot and determined to outdo Joy in every way. In addition to giving the dual blowjob her all, she lay over one of his legs and used her whole body to constantly rub him everywhere she could touch him.

Simone stood nearby watching for a couple of minutes. She said to Heather (though Heather was so consumed with her licking and rubbing that Simone was doubtful she was listening), "Fucking unreal. Okay, I'm starting to believe the hype. I've never seen three girls on one guy before. And I don't know any guy who wouldn't have busted a nut already from that much stimulation. Wow."

Heather surprisingly replied while still licking, "Fucking unreal is right! What did I tell you? Just wait until you feel the things he does with his hip thrusts. Or the way his cum tastes. You know how I HATE to swallow, but this is different. Mmmm. Remember Alan, you promised me this load! And the next one. Mmmm..."

Alan had been enjoying himself so much that he'd temporarily forgotten Simone, but now he looked up and admired her dangling orbs as she leaned forward to get a better view. He said, "My apologies for Heather's interruption. She keeps thinking there are people who want to hear her talking, when naturally the only thing she should do with her mouth is suck cocks and lick pussy. I don't know how you can stand her as a friend. Although I suppose it's nice to have a human cunt for a pet, always ready to stop, drop, and eat you whenever she's ordered to."

Simone laughed. "She lets you treat her like this? I can't believe it! She never told me about THIS! Needless to say, she's hardly my cunt pet. Or are you, Heather?" Simone laughed some more, obviously fantasizing for a moment that what Alan was saying was true.

Alan tsk-tsked. "Has Heather been talking again? I warned her not to do that any more. She'll say the craziest things when her tongue isn't busy with a cunt or a dick. She even makes some people feel intimidated. Can you imagine that - a pet cunt acting all haughty? Simone, do you keep her on a leash? I assume you do. In the future I recommend you keep her on a shorter leash. And in the future, don't let her walk on two feet, like people do. That just gives her ideas. She belongs on her back getting fucked, but failing that, she should crawl."

Simone was more than a little surprised. "Heather? Are you just going to take that? Aren't you going to kick him in the nuts?"

Alan was pleased to see that Heather was getting quite excited. It helped that Janice was reaching around and fondling Heather's clit with the hand that wasn't playing with Alan's ass.

He let go of Heather's head, curious to hear what she'd say (which depended on if she'd gotten in the mood yet). He asked, "So, cunt, what do you have to say to Simone?"

Heather pulled Alan's penis out of her mouth and gasped for breath for a few moments. She looked up at Simone and said contritely, "Sorry, Simone. I've been bad. I haven't been sucking enough of Alan's cock. When I'm without cock, it makes me start to think and stuff. And that just hurts my head." She rubbed her head as if saying that many words was painful.

Simone was beyond shocked. She could see that Heather was just acting an outlandish role, but she was obviously really getting into it, joyfully hamming it up.

Alan said, "Simone, by the way, my hands are free. Bring your lovely rack over here."

Simone was puzzled what he meant, then boggled at his suggestion. Whoa. Apparently three cheerleaders aren't enough for him?! She walked to his side, sat down, and leaned forward over him so he could have easy access to her chest.

As Alan began idly fondling Simone's boobs, he pressed Heather, "So, cunt, what about all that walking?"

Heather bewailed theatrically, "It's horrible! Simone not only won't let me crawl to my classes, but she doesn't even let me wear my leash to school. And I have to wear clothes, like, everywhere!" She giggled with a surprisingly uninhibited girlishness then resumed her inexperienced but inspired cocksucking.

Alan looked up at Simone. He tsk-tsked again, even while he continued to fondle her very dark-skinned tits. "Simone, I thought you were a good friend. Owning a slave is a great responsibility. Surely you of all people, with the history of black slavery in this country, should know how important it is to treat a slave well. You make her wear clothes? Like she's some kind of normal person?"

Simone grinned. "I'm afraid I do." She was warming up to Alan despite all the weirdness and found herself running her hands all over his chest. She was partly inspired to see just how much stimulation he could handle at once.

Alan then asked, "And what about branding? I don't see any branding or even a tattoo. If you own this cunt, I expect to see a big 'S' on one of her ass cheeks at the very least. Where's the tattoo?"

Heather groaned quite loudly in extreme arousal. Her whole body started to buckle over Alan's leg as if she was being soundly fucked.

Simone shook her head in amazement. She replied, "I'm afraid I haven't gotten around to that just yet."

Alan said in a severe voice, "If you don't brand your toy, then anyone can claim her. In fact, I think I'll put my own mark on her in a little while. I'm afraid you're going to have to be punished for your lax Heather ownership."

Simone muttered slowly and uncomprehendingly, "Lax? ... Slave? ... Heather?" She was still visibly stunned to see the proud Heather willingly act like this. I thought I knew Heather better than anyone else. If other guys are at all forward or aggressive with her, she stomps on their balls and eats them for lunch. What's going on here?!

CHAPTER 3

Alan said to the three girls on him, "Okay, enough. I need a break."

Everyone lay recovering for a couple of minutes. Even though all the sex had been extremely Alan-centric so far, everyone was having a good time. Heather in particular was unusually aroused, which was saying a lot given her powerful sex drive.

Once Alan felt able to go on, he ordered Simone, "Get on that table over there. I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you a good fucking. I'm curious to see what fucking a black woman is like. ... Joy, please get her a pillow and put it over there."

Simone staggered back onto the table and found herself crawling up onto it. She looked up at Alan with a bit of fear. She didn't understand how much of his domineering persona was an act. She half-expected him to really pull out a brand and she was so flabbergasted that she didn't know what to think.

He commanded, "Bend your legs back and hold onto your ankles. Or are you here to play chess? Get to it!" His aggressive role play with Heather was accidentally rubbing off in the way he treated others.

Simone followed his command then muttered, "It's true."

"What's true?" Alan shook the other girls off of him and walked over to the table. He positioned himself over Simone to mount her.

She repeated, "It's true! What people are whispering about you. How you're the greatest fuck in school. Look what you've done to Heather! I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it with my own eyes. Please don't do that to me? I like my freedom! Don't make me your slave?"

Joy grinned like a brainwashed cult member. "If you think that's something, just wait until he fucks you."

Janice added, "He makes the boys of this school look like the premature ejaculators they are. Emphasis on 'boy.' But Alan's a MAN."

"Okay, you all," Alan chided. He got embarrassed at such praise and actually didn't like it. "That's enough. Heather, come here and feed my dick into Simone. I want you to jack or lick it as much as you can until I get going at a good pace. Joy and Janice, do whatever you want to both me and Simone and yourselves to liven things up. After all, this is an orgy."

Janice suddenly got excited at the prospect of touching Joy, but she tried to hide it from her voice. With alarm in her voice but hope in her heart, she asked, "Wait. Alan, you're saying the rest of us should, like, do lesbian things to each other? You want me to get physical with Joy, even?"

He looked at Janice's face and saw how she was trying to hide her eagerness.

He thought, I don't know what this is about, but it looks like I can make Janice really happy.

He said commandingly, "Yes. Of course. You two get physical with each other, and Heather, and Simone too. Joy, you suck on Simone's tits while Janice eats you out. If you do a really good job, I might fuck you first next time."

Janice rushed behind Joy so she could pump her fist into the air in triumph without Joy seeing.

Alan couldn't help but laugh in sympathy at Janice's happiness. But then he turned back to his main task of the moment, fucking Simone.

Alan stood poised with his penis a mere inch or two from Simone's pussy lips while Heather both licked and jacked him off. He could hear her repeatedly mumbling, "Cum, dammit! Cum!"

The wait was excruciating for Simone, but she endured it. The fact that Heather was so passionately licking her pussy lips as she focused on where Alan was almost entering her just built up her lust and made waiting that much harder to do.

Heather was reluctant to give up the dick she was both stroking and licking, but some loud coughs from Alan finally got her to act. She finally started to push Alan's dick into Simone's steamy hole.

Simone let out a great breath of relief. She let out a deeper sigh of pleasure as the thick intrusion pushed a couple of inches deeper into her.

But then it stopped. Heather was unwilling to give up any more of the penis that she was still holding and loving. The penis head was completely consumed by Simone's tight slit, but that still left Heather a lot of inches to play with.

Heather had been laboring for many long minutes at getting Alan to climax and still he hadn't climaxed (although she had, once already). She was absolutely possessed with determination to get him to cum, even though she knew that would mean he would shoot into Simone. In fact, in a surprisingly unselfish way, she truly wanted Simone to share in the joy of feeling Alan's hot cum spurting into her.

Simone, in her own desperate need, began wiggling her hips and squeezing her pussy muscles to get at least a little fucking action going. She could have just started thrusting back and forth but she was worried about trapping Heather's face between Alan's thighs and herself.

Another thing that kept her from pushing Heather away was the simple shock of feeling Heather in such a subservient position. Simone had been in orgies with Heather before, but she'd never seen or imagined Heather actually feeding a penis into someone else. The orgies (usually all girl "slumber parties") inevitably centered around Heather. Simone wanted to prolong the experience to better remember it later.

But then Alan started to get antsy. Although Simone didn't know what she was doing with her pussy squeezing, her moves were having a big effect, especially combined with Heather's worshipful licking and stroking. Further, he'd been building up the need to cum ever since running into Heather in the stinky bathroom and his need for release was intense. He didn't want to lose his load before he could really get started with Simone because he knew that it was important to make a good first impression.

So, without saying anything, he slowly pushed his penis all the way into Simone until Heather had to let go. As his pubic hair came into contact with Simone's ass, Heather was forced to withdraw her head out of the way. Then he gradually pulled back out.

Heather eagerly grabbed the now pussy-soaked stick and licked and squeezed it while she could, until it disappeared again. She flicked her tongue all over it, even more turned on to know it now that had Simone's juices all over it as well.

Suddenly Heather exclaimed, "GOD, it's so GOOD!" She sucked and licked and stroked Alan's penis so ardently that Alan couldn't help but pause for a while before pushing back into Simone so Heather could do her thing.

As Alan paused, he said to Simone, "Don't be alarmed. I'm not going to fuck you into a slave or something. I don't have that power. Heather is like this because she wants to be, and only for a time. At other times, she acts like her usual bitch-self with me. Believe me. You should have seen the way she was pushing me around this morning with all her demands. This is just an ordinary fuck, so relax and enjoy it." He wanted to diminish the sky-high expectations everyone was creating.

Joy looked up from Simone's tit that she'd been licking. She seemed content enough with all the lesbian activity going on around her, even though she wasn't naturally inclined that way.

Alan forgot about her inclinations, since he was so used to every female he came across being bisexual.

Joy stared seriously at Simone and said half-jokingly, "Don't believe him. He'll turn you into his sex slave. Look at the three of us and what we're doing. Enjoy your last few minutes of freedom - once you climax, it's all over!"

Alan slowly slid into Simone and then back out. The stroke took over a minute. Then he paused again, which greatly pleased Heather, because it gave her many more long moments to work on his penis with her fingers and tongue. He looked at Joy and said, "Joy, please. No joking. Tell Simone that you're just joking."

Joy was back at Simone's nipple and wasn't intent on stopping again.

But Alan tapped on her until she finally relented. He said again, "Come on. Don't freak her out. Tell her you're joking already."

Joy looked at Simone. "Okay. I'm joking. Kind of. The fact is, Alan is a great fuck. Janice is right. He makes the other guys look like the inexperienced boys they are. Look at him: he's drowning in female flesh and he's hardly fazed. He may not literally blow your mind, but it's a mind blowing experience all the same."

"Okay, Joy. That's enough," Alan griped.

Everyone went back to what they were doing for a couple of minutes. Alan was still making extremely slow strokes into Simone so Heather would have a chance to stay involved and back away when need be.

After a while Alan looked again over at Joy and Janice. He saw that Joy had given up on licking Simone's tit and was leaning back, completely absorbed by the pussy licking Janice was giving her. He remembered now that Joy said she didn't go for lesbian sex, and just from her facial expression he couldn't tell if she was in agony or ecstasy. So he asked, "Joy, how's it going over there?"

"Well, you want Janice to do this," was all Joy said. Her tone was neutral as well.

Alan decided that he'd talk to Joy alone some time later. He thought, I feel bad. I'm getting so haughty and insensitive. Am I just using Janice and Joy for my own pleasure or am I helping push them together? Do I really care what happens to them? I feel the temptation of just letting go and giving in to my darker urges. Especially when my libido is in control, like it is right now. I have to fight it!

Simone suddenly cried out, "Alan, I can't take it any more! Heather, get off and let him really fuck me! This slow shit is great to a point but now I need a solid nailing. That penis is MINE, girl! Fuck me now, Alan! Really go at it!"

Alan complied, especially since he was feeling the same way. He began pushing in and out at a normal fucking pace. There was no room for Heather anymore so he said to her, "You heard your mistress, Cunt Girl. Twiddle her clit and keep your finger up my asshole while you watch me fuck."

Heather, surprisingly, put up resistance and refused. "No, Alan! Fuck me instead. Please! I've been waiting for this! I'm so keyed up. If you don't fuck me now I'm gonna die!"

Alan paused in his thrusting and all action stopped. He said to Simone, "See what happens when you're lax with your slave? This kind of annoying shit. Well, Heather, if you're going to be so difficult. I'll tell you what. Lie down and have Simone lie on top of you. That way, I'll have a choice of fucks."

"Yes!" Heather was happy and gladly did what he commanded. She lay on her back and Simone lay face down on top of her, so their pussies and tits could rub against each other.

Alan stood behind and probed with his penis at the two pussies lined up on top of each other. He commented, "You two are easily the darkest fucks I've ever had. But Heather, even though your skin is so tanned, your pussy is nice and pink and creamy. Simone's on the other hand is a lovely chocolate brown, just like the rest of her. Which one should I go for? Chocolate or cream?"

He probed with his penis, slightly entering one pussy only to pull out after going in an inch. Then he'd do the same to the other. Both girls were insane with anticipation and held their breath, hoping to be chosen.

Finally Alan chose Simone, as he knew he would all along. He just wanted to torture Heather a bit more. As he pushed in all the way to Simone's succulent depths, he said, "Sorry, Heather. Looks like Simone wins. Problem is, I prefer chocolate. Especially dark chocolate. Mmmm. Yum."

Heather cried out, "Alan! No! Why are you doing this to me? God, that was so close!"

"Heather, you need a good de-bitching. You're too stuck up. Now shut up because you're ruining my fuck!"

Simone pressed closer onto Heather, so their lips met. She kissed the head cheerleader and really gave the deep kiss her all. At the same time, she worked hard to keep her tits rubbing into Heather's.

This was a bit of a diplomatic move, because with all the kissing and rubbing, Heather was unable to talk or respond to Alan. She was trapped beneath Simone, and eventually resigned herself to that fact. She felt tamed, tricked, and defeated, but kind of liked it. The more Alan denied her and defeated her, the more she wanted him.

Alan slowly built up a head of steam with Simone, plunging into her faster and faster. After all the praise he felt the need to live up to his reputation, and took his time building up the pace until they were speeding along at a fast fuck.

Alan had Simone cumming long before he got near his own peak. Eventually he reached a frantic slamming mode.

Heather bounced up and down below them like a human pillow, absorbing every single thrust. She found it maddening yet arousing.

Alan finally reached his peak and aggressively pumped his seed into Simone while she cried and cried incoherently.

Finally taking some pity on Heather, he went at her clit aggressively even while he was climaxing, causing Heather to cum at the same time as the rest of them.

When it was over, Alan looked around and saw Joy and Janice on the floor next to them. Janice now had a dildo in her hand and was using it on Joy's pussy most vigorously. Joy seemed to be having climaxes of her own, though she wasn't returning the attentions in any way.

Finally all was still. Everyone climaxed and had to recover.

CHAPTER 4

Heather, gratefully able to roll out from under the other two, asked her friend Simone, "So. How was it? Did I tell you, or what? Isn't he the bomb?"

Simone was still trying to catch her breath. But she opened her eyes wide in a frustrated attempt to convey some of her tangled emotions. Finally, between breaths she managed to gasp out, "Damn!"

Alan looked up at Heather. "Oh, it's you, Cunt Girl. What did I tell you about talking? It's likely to fry your tiny brain. Get back to licking something. I'm wiped out and Janice and Joy look content, so get busy on the mess between your mistress's legs."

Simone protested, "No, really, you don't have to do that. I'm so sensitive and sore down there right now..."

But Alan insisted. He didn't understand how sensitive women could get after cumming.

Heather gave Simone a minute or two to recover, then got licking.

Simone immediately found herself wriggling again, especially since Heather was really working her clit. They knew each other's bodies quite well and Heather knew just what to do to get her friend off. But Simone still tried to answer Heather's "Isn't he the bomb?" question. "God, Alan, that was fantastic. That WAS the bomb. A fucking nuclear bomb. As far as I'm concerned, you can fuck me anytime. I don't care if I'm in the middle of getting fucked by my boyfriend. If Heather gives me the call, I'll be there."

Alan groaned. "Boyfriend? Don't tell me you have one too?"

"Yeah. You probably know him. He's the tall tight end who catches all the touchdowns."

Alan groaned even louder. He thought, She could have called him the extremely tall and LARGE tight end who could kick my ass with both hands tied behind his back. Big, scary black guy. Just my luck. He probably knows the guy who harassed me and accused me of stealing girlfriends. Well, he's right. I didn't even bother to ask if Simone had a boyfriend BEFORE fucking her. Duh!

Alan griped, "Oh man. Simone, I like you and all, but I never meant to get between you and your boyfriend. Now I feel bad. If Amy slept around on me, I don't know what I'd do."

That got a few derisive snorts.

Janice, who never shirked from speaking her mind, said, "Let me see if I get this straight, Alan. You're lazing in between four naked women, all of whom you've fucked recently, and you're bemoaning the possibility that Amy might one day sleep with another guy." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Uh huh."

"Okay, I'm a hypocrite," Alan replied. "I know that. The thing is, Amy really IS cool with me doing this, for whatever reason. Call me blessed. But Simone, I highly doubt your boyfriend is cool with this. Is he?"

"No. But he's not like my 'boyfriend' boyfriend. He's just a guy I've been dating for a few weeks. I doubt I'll be dating him much longer, especially after you opened my eyes today that I don't have to settle for yet another selfish fucker. We don't have some kind of going steady commitment, so don't feel bad."

"Oh. Good. Cos I'd like to do it with you again sometime." He got up and began putting on his clothes. He announced, "Okay, that's it. I'm out of here. Thanks for all the fun."

Heather stopped her licking of Simone's pussy and protested. "Wait a minute! You didn't fuck me yet! This is all about you fucking me. That's why I called us all together. That's the whole fucking point! "

Alan gave her a mischievous smile. "Thanks for that, but you must admit it's a much higher priority for me to fuck your mistress than it is to fuck a lowly Cunt Girl."

"No it's not!" Heather protested. "You have to fuck meeeee! My tongue is really to fall off from all the licking you made me do. You owe me!"

"So you implicitly admit that Simone is your mistress. That's a good first step."

The buxom blonde complained, "I admit no such thing! Alan, the fuck is over. Stop the playing around and get back to our normal roles with each other."

"Cunt Girl, don't be difficult or we'll have to get your leash out and take you for a walk around the school. I hope everyone's gone home, but you never can tell. I imagine the football team is out practicing. I wonder what they'll think. Really, Simone. You need to train her better."

Simone was all smiles. "Sorry. I'll remember what you said. Shorter leash. No clothes. More crawling. A big 'S' tattoo." She joked, "Maybe a doggy bowl too for her to eat her meals with?"

Heather looked up and gave her best friend the evil eye.

"I like the doggy bowl. Now you've got the spirit." Alan added, "Tell you what, Simone. You put a big 'S' on one ass cheek and I'll put a big 'A' on her other ass cheek. How would you like that, Heather?"

Heather complained, "I said the playing is over." But her voice lacked conviction. Even now, it was clear such thoughts excited her greatly.

Alan turned back to Simone. "And don't tell anyone about this, okay? Some guys are getting jealous and it could get ugly. Okay?"

Simone nodded. "Okay."

Alan was quickly dressed and left before Heather realized he was really going. He wished he could stay and see the fallout from what Janice did to Joy, but he figured he should leave on a high note, before Heather's usual bitchy personality completely reasserted itself.

Heather turned her head around at the sound of the door slamming, and then pounded a fist into her open hand. She extricated herself from Simone and looked around.

The other three girls were all smirking at her. Simone was starting to joke, "So. Fido, do you-"

Heather shot such an intensely hateful look at Simone that Simone completely froze. "Shut up! Don't even THINK it!"

Simone meekly nodded. She knew it was extremely unwise to cross Heather when she was mad.

Heather pointed to each girl in turn and said, "Okay, you all. That's enough!"

They all bowed their heads in the face of her withering stare. The situation was suddenly very uncomfortable, because Heather had reasserted her authority but ideas of brandings and doggy bowls were still on everyone's minds. Soon all the girls put their clothes on and made to leave.

Simone thought as she pulled her T-shirt over her head, I thought that was too good to last. I guess Bizarro World only lasts as long as Alan's in the room. Looks like I'll have to put off that 'S' branding for another day. ... As if that'll ever happen. But it's fun to dream after all the shit Heather puts me through. ... Man alive, that Alan is fun though. I can't wait to do this again and carry on where we left off. Maybe I should bring a doggy bowl, just in case we could put it to good use. Heh-heh!

Alan thought that he'd won a victory of sorts, that he'd given Heather the message not to force him into anything. But that was half right and all wrong. He only had a partial understanding about her: he knew how to turn her on, but not how to turn her off. If he wanted to get rid of her he needed to act fawning and always say yes, like all the other guys did. Because of the way he treated her and bested her, she loved and desired him all the more. And yet she wasn't simply submissive about it, because at the same time she seriously vowed to get revenge.

Heather consoled herself as she shimmied into her tight clothes, Okay, that was a bit embarrassing. But I still hold all the cards. Actually, more cards now. By getting Janice to attend, and using the lure of Joy, I've shown that I can get Janice to do what I want as long as I keep the Joy lure dangling. And where Janice goes, Joy follows. I can force those two closer together physically, and then Janice is going to permanently owe me, big time. That'll be extra delicious because she wants to get back at me so bad but she can't because I'm the one who can put her together with Joy naked. It'll be fun to watch her squirm, having all this shit on me but unable to use it. Ha!

Then there's Simone. Screw all this "mistress" shit. The fact is, she'll do what I say. Now I've got her googly about Alan. She's been far too rebellious with me lately, but I can use the Alan lure to keep her better under my thumb. If I tell her to jump to have sex with Alan, she'll ask how high. I just have to get Kim on my side, too, and I'll have most of my cheerleading squad at my disposal. They're all my natural allies, and will want to see Amy put down into her place so Alan will look to us and not her for his fucks. We can work as a team against Glory, too. They're just timid at the moment because Amy's so nice and Glory's a teacher.

Then there's Katherine. She's the key. I've got to prove what she's really doing with her brother and then I'll be able to control Alan like a puppet. I just KNOW there's something going on there. Won't it be delicious? Alan thinks he's so funny calling me "Cunt Girl." Well, I think I'll call my new boyfriend "Cock Boy." "Come here, Cock Boy. Lick my feet. You're going to stay in and fuck me all night long. Just me. Come here, Simone. Stick his fat impaler in me and lick it if you get a chance whenever he pulls out. That's all you get. And no back talking, slave girl!" Ha! HA! That'll show them. Alan looks like he's in the driver's seat now, but soon I'll have total control over everyone who was here today.

CHAPTER 5

Alan had to walk home since he'd been driven to school in the morning and Susan wasn't there to pick him up. As he walked, his mind filled with regrets over what he'd done with Heather and the others.

He thought, Just yesterday I'd made a vow to steer clear of those exact people so I could spend more quality time with the ones I really love. What do I do? I go and fuck Kim yesterday, and the rest of them today. What's worse, I've added a gorgeous new girl. Simone seems as affected as the others by my fucking. What gives with that? She was so wet and hot even before I started fucking her. Did all that talk with Heather get her going? Are all the other guys in school really that pathetic at fucking? Whatever. I guess I can't understand it.

The point is, I've dug myself into an even deeper hole. The problem is, now I have to go home and pay the piper. At least I can take my time walking there. That'll give me a chance to recover.

I know exactly what's gonna happen when I get home from school. Mom vowed that she would take it easy and resort to nothing but stealth stroking for the rest of the day, but that's sooo not gonna to happen. She's gonna be in serious cock withdrawal by the time I get there. And the anal sex this morning only partially sated her, because that means she hasn't sucked cock since yesterday morning. That's bad. She'll be needy, despite her desire to give me a break.

He figured his mother would be all over him. However, Katherine would also be home by then. He imagined his sister would just sit in her room, glum at missing out on all the fun (the one good thing about her new slavish attitude is that she obeyed his requests). He in fact still wanted to take things easy, so he came up with a plan to get his sister to take up his mother's attention and considerable sexual energy.

He also thought about how Susan was singing the Monty Python song "Every Sperm Is Sacred" that off and on for much of the morning before he left for school. With that in mind, he walked a little bit out of his way, stopped by a music store, and bought a CD with that song on it.

When he got home, Susan was in the kitchen wearing her erotic topless apron and cooking up an after school snack for him and Katherine. He gave her a friendly peck on the cheek, and asked, "What are you making?"

"Cookies. They're almost done, and I know you like them. Oatmeal and raisin. But is that how you're going to greet me? With a timid little kiss like your father would give me? I'm hurt. I've been waiting for you, and you're so late from school... No doubt you were fucking a whole bevy of women while keeping your ugly mommy waiting." She pouted with dramatic flair.

He thought, Little does she know just how true that is! Minus the ugly mommy part, of course. He kissed her on the cheek again, but that was it. "I'm in homework mode. Remember? And what about clothing? Remember that you promised to dress conservatively?"

She pouted even more, "When you said 'conservative' you didn't actually mean covering up the tits too, did you? That's cruel. Look, I'm so good. Look how this apron covers up my pussy." She flipped up the apron so he could have a good, long look at the pussy in question. "And look how it covers the ass." She turned and gave him a long flash of her ass, while she seductively rubbed it. "Two out of three ain't bad, right?"

Alan laughed. "Okay. You're right. Stay topless for now, but nothing more, okay? And I guess I would be remiss in my duties as a dutiful son not to 'get your attention' a little better."

He fondled her ass and tits and wherever else he liked for the next couple of minutes. There was a healthy dose of French kissing, too.

Susan moaned and mmmmed appreciatively the whole time.

Alan was quite turned on, but he strengthened his resolve not to spend all his free time on sex and went upstairs to get his sister. That naturally led to another attention getting session with Katherine in her bedroom, but he kept it short. He brought her downstairs so they could all partake in the cookies, now coming fresh out of the oven.

Susan was delighted to see Katherine. The two of them kissed and groped as if they'd been separated for ages. Then attention fell to the cookies. Susan said, "Don't think I'll just give you these cookies for free. But I'm open to alternative payment ideas. For instance, a cookie for cum swap." She smiled and winked.

She offered them the plate of cookies, and Alan said while winking back, "I think that can be arranged. But in stealth stroking fashion."

Susan harrumphed, but accepted that.

"How am I going to pay for my cookies?" Katherine asked, hoping to get into the action. She'd already changed from her school clothes into something sexy when she walked in, but she pulled the straps off of what barely qualified as a top while she asked her question, hoping that would help give her mother some ideas.

Susan was eager to work on those ideas. "If you'll work with me to provide Alan some visual stimulation, that will be worth a couple of cookies. Why don't you come over here and rub your tits against mine? It's not like Mommy's into women, not exactly, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made in order to get all of Alan's nasty sperm out."

Katherine happily did as she was told. But rather than engage in a kiss as well, they both pushed their chests as far out as they could and held their heads back, trying to highlight their tit mashing as much as possible.

"How do you like this, Tiger?" Susan asked.

"It's great. Look, it made my wee wee accidentally pop out of my pants," Alan said, acting all innocent and confused, like he was eight years old. He was in a playful mood. But he also had a plan that would allow him to take a nap and then do some homework: get Katherine and Susan together and then slip away.

However, first Susan had a cocksucking need to fill. "Don't worry, Son, Mommy knows how to take care of your boo boo." She disengaged from Katherine and assumed the usual position: on her knees in front of her son's hard erection.

"But Mom, I'm afraid Katherine is going to need to provide a lot more help like that today," Alan spoke as his mother wrapped her tongue around his shaft. "My penis is pretty worn out, and I'm afraid only a lot of hot lesbian action between mother and daughter can help revive it." He undid the strap on Susan's back holding the apron up.

Susan would have liked to respond to his comment, but her mouth was busy with other things. She repeatedly made her favorite "Mmmm mmmm MMMM!" sounds.

So Katherine spoke instead. "Don't worry, I'd be more than happy to help you out with that, Big Whale Bone Brother. After all, our number one goal is to help with your stimulation. Don't you agree, Mom?"

Susan emphatically mumbled an affirmative "Mmmm hmm" between slurps and moans.

"Great," said Alan. "Let's all grab some cookies and go to your bedroom, Mom. I like lying on top of you in your bed, the way a true husband of yours should."

Susan popped his penis out of her mouth to say, "Tiger, you fucking stud! I want you in my bed on top of me. That's where you belong! God that is sooo true! That's one of the perks of being man of the house."

In her excitement to get to her bed, she didn't even mind halting the cocksucking.

Alan was glad about that, as he resolved to save his cum and work his way to his books.

Once in Susan's bedroom, Alan didn't get on her bed as promised. Instead, he said, "My penis is still all tired out, and I'm in a take it easy mode. You two get started. I'll just stay here and watch for a while." He fully intended to watch until mother and daughter were fully into each other, and then sneak off to his room.

Katherine went to the phone by the bed first. She dialed, and then spoke into the phone, "Amy? What'cha doin'? ... Wanna come over here? Alan has a problem, and I think you'd be well suited to take it in hand, if you know what I mean." Her words were a bit vague in case Brad or Eric overheard on another line, but the meaning was clear enough for Amy.

She put down the phone and said to her brother, "I'm concerned you might get too excited and touch yourself. I thought that just in case that happens, it's best to have Amy's fingers and mouth in reserve."

Susan smiled up at Katherine, who was in the process of lying down on her. "Good thinking, Angel. Tiger, hold out until Amy's soft hands get over here, and that's an order. Otherwise I'll be forced to disengage and suck your boo boo until you pee your sweet gooey goo all over the back of my throat."

"Hey. I'm doing just fine watching. Amy won't be needed. Just think of me as an official United Nations peacekeeping observer or something."

Katherine now fully lay down on top of Susan. The two of them had played around a good deal while kissing on a number of occasions, but they hadn't really explored each other's pussies yet. There was no doubt that was going to happen now.

Alan sat in a chair with a hand on his prick and said, "Okay you two, I'm ready to see something really hot. Have fun." He reluctantly took his hand away and resolved to not get caught up in the sex. His books beckoned, true, but mostly he was mindful that his body could only handle so much stimulation.

"Angel dear," Susan said to Katherine, "are you sure you want this?" She winked up at her daughter. "If Alan forces me to go down on you and lick your juicy, tight twat, do you want to force your poor mother to do that? Should we give him what he wants?"

"I'm very sure. Let's just do it. Plus, I still need to earn some more cum points for those yummy cookies."

Susan giggled. "All right. I suppose it was inevitable. You know, you two, you're turning your mother all lesbo. It's cruel the things you force me to do." Susan tried to sound distraught, but was far too excited to do a convincing job of it, or even to sound playfully distraught. She was simply ecstatic.

The two Plummer women proceeded to go after each other in a no holds barred fashion. They were already sufficiently intimate with each other, so they could be very relaxed and just enjoy themselves. However, knowing her mother's vagina and anus were sore and sensitive, Katherine tried to avoid direct stimulation of those areas (though her clit was fair game).

Amy rushed over to the Plummer house immediately. It only took her a couple of minutes to get next door, let herself in the back, and find the others upstairs.

She looked at Katherine and Susan meshing their bodies together on the big bed, and then saw Alan sitting to the side with his unattended penis sticking straight up in the air. She quickly appraised what was needed. She sat down next to Alan and said, "Hi, everybody!" even as she began stroking his penis.

Alan protested a little, muttering to her, "Take it easy, Aims. Don't get too into it because I'm going to be leaving in a minute once these two get really going. I've gotta take a nap. You know how I am with naps."

"M'kay," she replied, but she had no intention of letting him leave the room before me gave up a load, not if she could help it.

Because Alan was watching, Susan and Katherine frequently chose highly visual positions for his benefit. For instance, they rubbed their pussies together in a variety of different ways, including mashing their asses together high in the air.

In a short time, they seemingly ran through every possible position two women could make with each other. First one was on the top, then the other, and then they were pussy to pussy, then face to pussy, and so on. And it was all done without any dildos, because there were none right at hand.

Amy helpfully provided colorful commentary to Alan while happily stroking him with both hands. She said things like, "Boyfriend, how does it feel to see your mother and sister making love for you? Does that make you feel all incestuous-y?"

"'Incestous-y'? Aims, I'm positive that isn't a word." Alan was a bit distracted because he was fingering Amy's pussy in return.

"Hrm. Incestu-riffic?"

"No."

"Bummer. Let me put it this way. Does it make your cock fill up with hot brother seed, or burning son cum, as the case may be, knowing that you're going to be pumping their pussies full of your white stuff, and they'll love it?" Amy's hands slipped up and down his slick rod, making lewd slurpy noises.

Two of Alan's fingers probed in and out Amy's labia. "As a matter of fact, it does inspire. Very much. And I like how you put it. Tell me more." He was forgetting his resolve to leave the room before cumming.

"Your official girlfriend loves to see you get all worked up over mommy and sissy because they're so busy with each other that you're going to give all your cum to me! Can you do that? Can you give it up for Amy? She's working soooo hard to squeeze it out of you. Mmmm. It tastes sooo good. Can I lick your lollipop? Just a couple of licks?" Her hands stroked up and down, up and down, over and over. The tips of her fingers concentrated on his most sensitive spot, just under his penis head.

"Okay, just a couple. But hold on! I'm almost! ... No. Phew. That was close. Let's calm down a minute first."

Katherine shouted out encouragingly, "Squeeze it out, Amy! Squeeze it! Suck it dry!" But she mostly focused on her mother. They were rubbing asses against each other at the moment, and both were too worked up to talk much.

Time rapidly passed, with everyone having a delightful time. Alan of course had no trouble staying hard and happy, and would have remained so just from the visual stimulation of Susan and Katherine going at each other, never mind Amy's help. As it was, he was loving life.

CHAPTER 6

After a while, Amy asked to everyone out loud, "Since Alan's gotta give up his load soon, is there any reason why he can't cum in my cunt?"

Susan spoke for everyone when she shouted out, "No! Alan's the man of the house and gets what he wants. Fuck her, Tiger! Fuck her good! Good and hard and long and deep!" She dove her tongue back into Katherine's pussy with increased excitement.

Alan was going to have Amy sit in his lap, but that reminded him too much of what Suzanne did just the night before, so instead he had Amy lay down on the carpet next to the bed. He sat up over her and fucked her that way. As he pushed in, he exclaimed, "Dammit! You're so fucking tight! I can't even get it in there. Urrgh! Uh!"

He had to fight for every inch, even though Amy was well-lubricated already. But after he'd bottomed out and started to stroke, the pressure eased off just enough to be insanely delightful.

He thought, As if fucking Amy isn't great enough, what a charge seeing Mom and Sis fucking each other into a squishy lesbian frenzy while they cheer me on to dump a load into my girlfriend! Mom may not be Sister's biological mother, but they sure are cut from the same nympho cloth!

With everything so arousing, Alan couldn't last long. For one thing, Amy was very vocal and enthusiastically loud while he fucked her, driving up his enthusiasm too. And as if that wasn't enough, Amy's pussy squeezed him like a giant fist pressuring every inch of his penis, but the intensity of the squeeze was just right. The "visual stimulation" in front of him didn't help his endurance much. He struggled with his PC muscle to hold off at least another minute or two.

The sexfest had Alan revved up so high that he thought, I wish I had enough cum and endurance as the highest family praises claim I have so I could pump a quart into my girlfriend here, then lumber over and dump just as much cum into my horny sister, and finally pull my still squirting member out and firmly lodge it into Mom's cunt with a final giant blast of loving son semen! Yes! Take this, Aims! He grunted loudly with each thrust. He'd grown to love the feeling of each jet of cum squirting out of him.

He was so aroused that he felt he could fuck forever. But when he stopped pumping into Amy, reality ruled the day and his ram rod started to soften.

Susan and Katherine however kept going. They both took the time out to longingly watch Alan's balls and dick while it contracted and filled Amy. But once he'd shot his last rope they turned their attention back to each other's pussies.

Amy was left, as she gleefully put it to Alan, "All fucked out."

The other two admired the scene of the exhausted and dripping boyfriend and girlfriend while continuing to go to town on each other.

Katherine wished Amy would slide her ass over so she could suck her brother's seed straight out of Amy's pussy, but she was too busy with her mother to disengage.

Susan was so carried away with the way Katherine's pussy was grinding into hers that she was barely able to focus. She stared at Amy's slit, still leaking her son's precious seed, and wished he'd walked over and pumped his load into her instead of Amy. She had a vague feeling that Amy might have won the battle in the sense that she'd done an excellent job of draining him and thus rose in the rankings a little bit, but she was confident she would win the war of being Alan's favorite cum target.

Amy went back home very happy. She loved the feeling of his jism running down her legs so much that when she dressed back up a few minutes later to return home, she left Alan's cum right where it was on her skin. Mostly that meant some rivulets right around her pussy lips and running a bit down her inner thighs. Luckily she was wearing long shorts, so none of it would be visible. She felt a great erotic thrill walking through her own house with his cum on and in her.

Had Alan known about this, he would have been extremely upset. The last thing he wanted to happen was have Brad or Eric find out about what was happening at his house, and such antics could easily lead to a slippery slope of behavior ending with disaster. Suzanne would have been pissed too. Amy, however, didn't really understand his security precautions.

Katherine and Susan lingered in a post-coital lazy embrace.

Susan said, "Angel, I'm sorry if I've been neglecting you lately. It's just that Alan has helped me discover my sexual side and I get so excited about that."

"It's okay, Mom. I have the same obsessions."

"No, it's not okay. A mother should be equal with her affections. It's just that my son has such a big and lickable cock and constantly tames me with it. But maybe now things can be a bit more equal because you're taming me too. You've got me so hot for your tasty pussy. Can I be a slave for your cunt just like I'm a slave for Tiger's cock?"

"Of course you can, Mom. Except that I get hot thinking about being ordered around by you too. 'Daughter, I expect you to clean your room this minute. And then come back down here and suck your brother's sperm out of my cunt. I want you to lick my pussy until it shines.'"

"Oh, Angel. That's a fun fantasy, but you know I don't talk like that. I'm not the bossy type."

"I know. I'll tell you what. Why don't you order me around and I'll order you around? Neither of us can say no if it's about something sexual."

"You've got yourself a deal. Looks like I'm going to be the sexual plaything of both my children. I swear. The way everyone takes advantage of me!" But Susan was obviously delighted. She turned to Alan and winked.

Katherine and Susan snuggled up together in each others' arms, leaving Alan alone.

He looked at the time and saw that it actually wasn't as late as he thought. He still had time for a nap and then a chance to crack open the books before dinner.

He went to his room and thought to himself, Spoi-led. Spoi-led. I am so damn spoi-led. I guess I have a gift, a talent at fucking. Simone seems to think so anyways, and she should know. She's probably fucked nearly as many guys as Heather. But my ego is running out of control. And my homework! Oh yeah. What happened to that?

But he wasn't that perturbed about it simply because he'd had so much fun that he knew he would have done the exact same thing if given a chance to do it all over again. He and his penis would have to pay the price later. He slept a long time.

CHAPTER 7

Alan woke up with a new determination to actually, finally, get some homework done. He went back to Susan's bedroom and peeked in. To his pleasant surprise, Katherine and Susan both appeared to be all fucked out.

They were still sleeping, both still entwined in Susan's bed.

He figured they probably dropped on the spot once they ran out of energy. Had he known, he would have been glad to learn that Suzanne and Amy were also both exhausted and sleeping in their bedrooms back in their house. Suzanne wasn't that tired, but all the sex with Susan in the last two days had gotten to her a bit.

So that just left Alan and his books. He felt so guilty for fucking away so much of the afternoon that he actually focused and accomplished something.

Dinner was relatively uneventful, and after dinner he accomplished more. He didn't even get stealth stroked, because all the females were too tired out to help and his penis was too sensitive.

But he felt restless. He was thinking more about sex with his females and all his problems than he was about homework. He needed help "taking care" of the cheerleaders' fucking desires.

A plan formed in his mind involving his friend Sean. He gave Sean a call but unfortunately just got a busy signal. He resolved to get to school early the next day to talk about his ideas with Sean as soon as possible. The situation with Heather especially gnawed at him and required immediate action.

By this time it was nine o'clock, which meant there was still a lot of time for studying. He figured he'd have to study late into the night for the rest of the week, if not even pull all-nighters to get back on track.

In the meantime, the females had started to revive. Susan and Katherine were both up and watching TV in the living room. But Susan in particular looked weary. She commented to Alan as he came in, "Tiger, I'm sitting on a bag of ice here on the couch. Can you believe it? That's how much my cunt and ass hurt. I'm sorry I can't take care of you properly on a Tuesday, but I've been poked and licked so much, and all of a sudden it caught up with me. Sorry we let you down with our stealth stroking duties. Angel and I were sleeping and didn't even realize..."

"Mom, Sis, no worries. As much as I love the stealth stroking, I can study better without it. I really should go upstairs and do some more work. All by myself. You two just relax and recover. But we should have a talk first."

"You're not going anywhere just yet, my Sweetie." Suzanne spoke from inside the kitchen behind him. She walked to the opening between the living room and kitchen/dining room area so she could be seen. "I'm more than a little sore myself, but that doesn't mean I won't be sad if you don't properly 'get my attention.'" She put on a girlish, pouty look while keeping a knowing smile.

Suzanne had been fully dressed (minus the underwear, of course), but seeing Alan come to her, she stood back and took off her dark red silk top. "Sweetie, I think you know how to 'get my attention,'" she said seductively as she thrust her tits out towards him.

Alan took one look at Suzanne's sultry face and then her out thrust chest, and all thoughts of having a sex-free evening went out the window. He walked up to her back side without speaking and began mauling her tits from behind as he also kissed her and nuzzled the back of her neck.

She muttered, "I've gotten so horny this last hour feeling the tight silk blouse rubbing against my nipples. Sweetie, it's positively cruel to make your women cover their tits!"

Alan was surprised by that sort of language, especially by Suzanne referring to herself merely as one of his women. That increased his excitement and he went after her tits even more aggressively. He experimented with pushing her nipples in as far as they could go, then pulling them out.

Meanwhile, she yanked down her flimsy blue silk skirt, hoping that would inspire him to get active down below. He obligingly dropped his shorts and rubbed his penis up against her ass. He let it roam where it wanted to go, which was mostly in between her thighs. She managed to dry fuck him by exaggeratedly shifting her weight from one leg to another, which caused a great amount of friction for his trapped penis.

Katherine and Susan watched jealously, the television show in the other direction completely forgotten. But they were too exhausted to join in on what was obviously much more than a typical greeting.

After a few minutes, Alan disengaged and sat back down on the couch he'd been sitting on.

Suzanne sat on his lap. "Now this is what I call a proper greeting, Sweetie," she said happily, almost deliriously so. "Have I told any of you how much I love this kid?"

Alan's penis slid up and around Suzanne's ass crack, but to prevent himself from anally penetrating her right then, he adjusted his position so his penis poked out right in front of Suzanne's pussy. She squeezed it in a vise between her two thighs and it rubbed against her vulva.

Susan and Katherine sat on nearby couches, silently watching it all. Arousal was slowly overtaking their weariness.

Alan had started out just expecting to give her a kiss, but was getting more and more aroused. He didn't know where it would end, and wondered if he would end up fucking Suzanne right in front of his sister and mother. Then he thought, Why shouldn't I? If Mom has problems with that, it's time for her to get over them.

He announced, "Now, as I was saying, I wanted to have a meeting and discuss a few things. Mom, Sis, I want both of you to lift your miniskirts and start playing with yourselves to get in the right frame of mind. Mom, since your cunt is so sore, diddle with your clit. ... That's good. ... Most urgent for me at the moment is the matter of fucking Suzanne. Mom, you seem to have some kind of issue with that, is that correct?"

"Well, I, uh..." Her eyes were wide at the sight of Suzanne rocking back and forth on Alan's erection. Katherine and Susan sat directly in front of Alan and Suzanne, so they could clearly see his penis head poking in and out of view right below Suzanne's pussy lips. A steady dribble of pre-cum flowed.

"Let me ask this," he said between ragged breaths. "Mom, should I be denied fucking anyone I want to fuck, even if it's you? Especially if it's you? Are you going to deny me if I want your cunt?"

"NO!" Susan said excitedly. "Mommy has to give her son her cunt! He can put it in his collection with his other possessions like her tits and ass! Alan owns every inch of his hot mommy's body!" She was breathing even more raggedly than he was now, and she pulled and twisted her clit with abandon.

"Well then, doesn't that go for Suzanne as well? Isn't it my right to take Suzanne in any way I want, at any time? Or Sis, for that matter?"

"YES!" Susan cried out. "YES! Fuck them all!"

"What do you think, Sis?"

"Fuck her, Bro! Take her! Right here! And then do me!"

"I think I will! Suzanne, lift yourself up for me."

Suzanne obediently rose six inches. She was breathing so hard she was practically hyperventilating. It was wonderful enough to get fucked by Alan again but to do it in front of both Susan and Katherine was more than she could take.

Alan grabbed his stiff erection and held it up towards his stomach, then lowered Suzanne down on it.

The pale-skinned goddess was still silent, but let out a big sigh of relief and joy.

Katherine and Susan intently watched the slow decent of Suzanne's tight and talented pussy as it completely engulfed Alan's insatiable rod.

Katherine thought with glee; You go, you big inseminator, you get all the fucking out in the open so you can come over here and ram your big prick up in me right in front of Mom, too. I can't wait until you can fuck me in every room, in every inch of this house, while Mom cheers us on! I have the fucking coolest family on the planet!

Susan likewise was lost in thought. Yeah, Baby, fuck her, fuck her good! By fucking first Amy and then Suzanne right in front of me, you're showing all of us who's boss around here. And you're especially showing me just what I can look forward to! I can't wait until you fuck me properly! But not just me; maybe you should show me next what fucking Katherine looks like! That's right, all the mommies and horny girls should be keeping that big meat log warm, wet, and constantly pumping sperm into our squeezy cunts!

She said aloud, more hesitantly, "I really shouldn't be allowing this if I'm a good mother. But there's just no resisting Alan's meaty cock, is there? He takes who he wants, when he wants. All we can do is bend over and spread our legs."

Katherine consoled Susan, "Mom, you're not a bad mother; you're a very good one. You give ALL of yourself, just like Suzanne does. Look at the smile on her face. Look at her pussy lips spread wide open and so deeply penetrated by your son. Look at Alan's hands taking charge of her tits. Look at that and tell me that it's wrong." Her hands drifted down Susan's shoulders towards her breasts.

"I hope so, Angel," Susan said with worry. "It does seem so right, and yet society would frown on..." But then Katherine's hands reached her nipples and the last shreds of her resistance vanished. She began to loudly "Mmmm!" with contentment.

Alan paused to relax and recover, happy now that his penis was in a wet, tight, and warm place. He'd been fucking so often that it almost seemed strange not to have his penis in a warm and wet hole. Susan was right in suspecting that he was fucking directly in front of her, in order to work her up. Working up Katherine was a nice bonus.

After several big sighs, he rose up and down and back and forth on Suzanne just a little as if settling into to perfect spot on a comfortable seat. But then he completely stilled his penis all the way inside her and said, "Okay, item one of the agenda taken care of. We're in agreement that Suzanne's cunt is mine to fuck, right?"

Katherine would have given the thumbs up sign, but both hands were busy hefting and fondling Susan's chest. So she just nodded.

Susan nodded too, though she continued to frown. She well and truly felt that, as man of the house, Alan had earned the right to fuck Suzanne. But she frowned mostly out of worry that Suzanne was so talented at sex that Alan wouldn't want her much.

For her part, Suzanne just shuddered and moaned sexily as her pussy squeezed and sucked on Alan's throbbing penis in emphatic affirmation.

Alan said, while still deeply impaled in Suzanne, "Funny how I was just doing this with Amy in front of the same audience a couple of hours ago. ... Now item two is a bit ironic, because I wasn't expecting item one. I was going to say that we need to keep things cool, so I can get some homework done. But since I'm balls deep in Suzanne, maybe I should push off keeping cool until tomorrow. Is Brenda still coming by tomorrow night?"

"Yes," Susan panted. Her eyes were now glued at the meeting of Suzanne and Alan's groins more than ever.

"Let's cancel that, then. I don't know how much more work I'll get done today, the way Suzanne and all of you are tempting me, so I should clear the decks for tomorrow."

Suzanne finally spoke, somewhat haltingly. "Xania is coming to the card game tomorrow, too." She rose up a bit and fell back down onto Alan's hard meat, eager to get the fucking really rolling.

Alan grunted with arousal.

There were some hoots and hollers from the others. Katherine and Susan high-fived each other, then Katherine said, "I know one buxom visitor who'll be leaving with a sore, cum-filled pussy!"

Alan tried to be calmer about it. "Xania? Dang! Suzanne, you're so evil that I'm just gonna start calling you 'Pure Evil' from now on. I guess the card game is back on then. Does she know what the game is like?"

Suzanne began squeezing Alan's erection with her talented pussy walls. "No. She's just passing through town and wants to be sociable. But I figure you'll teach her how to spread her legs and beg for cock before the night is over."

"Good Lord!" Alan huffed. He recalled how much fun it was to fuck Xania in her office. He further recalled how smooth and firm her skin felt and the way she smelled. He compared her tall and broad body to Susan and Suzanne's. The three of them were practically identical in every way.

Susan was the only one in the room unaware that Alan had fucked Xania already but she said, "Son, if you don't fill Xania's cunt to the brim before the party's over, I'm going to be very disappointed in you. She's a very nice and helpful lady. She's really opened my eyes as to my true nature and motherly responsibilities. She deserves a great big spermy thanks. I want to see her face and chest plastered in sperm. I wanna see more sperm drooling out of the corners of her dazed and awed mouth. I wanna see a big sperm puddle between her legs and even more sperm leaking out of her pussy and ass all the time. Give her the full Alan treatment!"

Alan was blown away by how enthusiastic the others were for him to have sex with their psychologist. With Suzanne continuing to use her pussy squeezing tricks on him, he was practically ready to blow already. As if that wasn't enough stimulation, he was vividly imagining exactly what Susan was suggesting. Between ragged breaths he muttered, "That much cum... Just not possible..."

Katherine, still happily fondling Susan's giant orbs, said, "Oh dear. What about Brenda? Doesn't she deserve the full-on Alan treatment too? How can he do both in one night?"

Susan was getting increasingly aroused by the whole situation. Despite her distaste and jealousy for Brenda, she cried out, "Fuck her too, my baby! Give Brenda's monster tits a monster titfuck! And then do mine!"

Alan was so aroused by all of this that he began fucking Suzanne in earnest. As soon as she began to feel his hips move, she started bouncing up and down. Since she was sitting on him, most of the thrusting was up to her. All talking came to a halt as she bounced up and down on Alan's lap, over and over and over.

Katherine and Susan watched every last detail. Katherine had stopped playing with Susan's rack because both she and Susan were very busy playing with their own clits.

Suddenly Susan cried out, "How can you two just fuck like that? Suzanne, you've hardly said a word. This is a momentous occasion. Aren't you going to comment on the fact that Alan's finally fucking you?!"

"What can I say? I don't have the right to say no, even if I was somehow crazy and wanted to say no. Alan owns my cunt, just like he owns yours!" Inside her head, Suzanne thought, What am I saying? I need to stay in control. Stay in control. I'm not just another bitch in his harem, no matter how good this kid can fuck. I'm Suzanne, dammit! But she felt her control rapidly slipping away, washed away in a flood of unimaginable pleasure.

Alan slowed his thrusts to a near standstill so he could calm down enough to talk. He figured this was a perfect time for a confession, with Susan so mindlessly horny. After resting a minute or so he said, "Mom, truth be told, this isn't the first time we've fucked. We started a couple of days ago. Sorry I didn't mention it."

"Oh." Susan looked sad, but she didn't stop diddling with her clit. She seemed to take the news remarkably well, no doubt because she was too aroused to really think.

"Yeah," he added, still breathing hard. "The computer shopping over the weekend kind of got out of control. Sorry. It just happened. But getting back to the agenda, I need to figure out how to get some homework done. All I can seem to do is fuck my women all day long!" He lifted Suzanne up and dropped her down onto his penis to emphasize the point.

"Oh Sweetie," Suzanne breathed, "show your mother and sister what a good fucker you are! Fuck me just like that! Hard! HARD! Fuck me more! Hurry!" She wasn't in the mood to tolerate his strategic pauses.

But Alan was forced to take even stronger measures. He'd only been really seriously fucking Suzanne for a couple of minutes and he had an endurance reputation to maintain. "Wait a sec, wait a sec. I'm about to lose it. Hold on." Alan pulled Suzanne up and off his penis.

He sat back on the couch next to her and recovered his breath. Then he sat her up on the couch and got behind her. "Sorry, Aunt Suzy. I know you were close to a really good climax. Let me get back here and finish you off while my penis gets a second wind. Then we can talk a bit more rationally. We can talk about how this stealth stroking thing is gonna work."

He licked Suzanne's pussy from behind, driven by the sounds of three females moaning.

CHAPTER 8

They were still going like that a minute or two later when Amy let herself in the back patio as she usually did and walked right in on the group. "Hi guys," she giggled. "Hey Mom, looks like I'm missing out on something good!"

Suzanne looked up at her daughter with concern, because this wasn't how she wanted her daughter to see her: naked, flushed, bent over with Alan's face in her ass, and loving it. She cried out, "Amy! Don't look!"

Amy just stood there with a silly grin on her face.

Suzanne was so aroused and close to climax that she didn't make a move to disengage. If anything, she pressed her ass harder back into Alan's face, encouraging his tongue.

Amy kept staring while smiling happily. "Don't worry, Mom, I've seen that kind of thing before." She giggled, "In fact, I've seen a lot of that kind of thing around here lately. Right around here in this very room in fact!"

Suzanne rather lamely said to her daughter, "Amy, what are you doing here? Please don't look at me like this. I'm so embarrassed. It's not what you think!" She wiggled her ass in a half-hearted effort to break free.

That got a good laugh from everyone but Alan, as his mouth was busy. Obviously, the situation was exactly what Amy thought it was.

"Don't worry, Mom, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Boy, I feel so overdressed!" Within seconds, Amy went from fully dressed to naked. She had a knack for taking her clothes off with record speed. She kept a garter belt on because she'd heard Alan found such things sexy.

"NO!" Suzanne moaned. "Don't! So... shameful!"

"I'm not embarrassed. What's the big deal?" Amy stood proudly with her hands on her hips.

"Well, it's just that you're my daughter, and, uh, uhhh! Oh yes! Ugggghh! ... Um, it's just that, this is rather private, and you're my daughter, and we're not having sex, UH! Yes! We're just... Alan may look like he has his face up my butt, but, uh, well..."

As if trying to make an even bigger fool out of the uncharacteristically abashed Suzanne, Alan picked her up and moved her over his lap as if she was a blow up doll. He then pushed her down onto his prick as he'd done a couple of times before Amy arrived.

Suzanne was upset at this and blushed furiously, but at the same time she did her best to bounce up and down on his rod. "I know how traumatic it must be to see one of your parents have sex..."

Amy giggled. "Traumatic?" She found that very funny. "Not really, Mom."

Susan and Katherine, still playing with each other, couldn't help but giggle at the absurdity of the situation.

Suzanne tried again to explain to Amy, "Um, we're having sex, now, technically, but it's not really... Hnnnngg! YES! Oh, like that! ... It's technically not really... YES! Do me! Aaaarrrggh! Yes! Again! Harder! Hurry!... You might say, technically speaking, that Alan's fucking me, but... God, I feel like such a slut! Anyway, the point is ... dammit Amy, it's rude to stare!"

"Oh, sorry!" Amy said, blissfully. "I won't stare, I'll just look at you two normally in a non-stare-y kind of way. I'm going to get a drink first though. Does anyone want anything?"

"YES! YES!" Suzanne screamed. "Um, Amy, I'm talking to Alan and his need to POUND ME HARD, not about the DRINK! Unnh! YES! More, Sweetie! Fill my cunt!"

Alan continued to impale Suzanne onto his hard and thick tool.

Amy asked her mother, "So you don't want a drink then?"

"YES! I mean, no! Fuck it! Who cares! Alan, cum already! Nail me! Nail me so hard and good!"

Amy got herself a glass of lemonade from the refrigerator, came back, and pulled up a chair. She sat less than two feet away from Alan and Suzanne. She watched them raptly, as if she were watching an exciting sporting event.

Katherine, still sitting on a nearby couch with Susan, complained, "Amy, you're in the way. Could you scoot to the side?"

"Oh, sorry." She scooted. Amy and Katherine sat next to each other with their eyes practically boring into Suzanne's bush.

With an elbow nudge, Katherine added as an aside, "By the way, Xania's coming to the poker game."

"No way!" Amy high-fived Katherine. "Coolness! I know someone who's gonna get the full Alan treatment tomorrow night! I hope she's on the pill so he can do her bareback like he's doing Mom." She went back to staring at the sex act in front of her.

"Everybody's looking at me! Amy? AMY!" Suzanne couldn't help shouting because of what Alan was doing to her. "What are you doing? God yes!"

"What? Am I forgetting something?" Amy asked, momentarily confused. "Oh. I know! I'm making you uncomfortable 'cos I'm the only one with an untended pussy. Sorry!" She squished two fingers into her tight slit and started stroking.

"No!" Suzanne yelled. "No! ... Wait, don't stop, Alan, I'm talking to Amy." Alan had taken his penis out of her pussy, but immediately pushed it back in. "Yes! YES! More! But Amy, no. YES! What I mean is, Alan yes, but Amy, oh God, yes!"

Suzanne was having a hard time saying yes to Alan and no to Amy. She finally gave up the attempt to tell Amy not to jill herself and exclaimed, "I can't control myself in front of my daughter! I'm so ashamed!"

Alan and Suzanne were headed for a shuddering climax. Soon Suzanne lost all hopes at coherence, and just screamed at the top of her lungs. She kept her eyes closed and pretended Amy wasn't there.

When they finally came down from their mutual high, and became aware of their surroundings, Suzanne looked around and to her horror discovered Amy anew and remembered that she'd been there all the time. Her shame came flooding back even stronger than before.

Amy stood just a couple feet away from them, still frigging herself to the sight of her mother and her boyfriend resting in each other's arms. She wore her usual simple and happy face, as if she didn't have a trouble in the world. In fact, her happy-go-lucky look was a disguise this time, to make her mother feel more comfortable so their sexual relationship could grow.

"Amy! What are you doing?" Suzanne yelped in dismay. She looked past and saw Katherine and Susan both frigging themselves too. She nearly fainted with embarrassment.

"I have my fingers in my-"

Suzanne interrupted, and mustered up her stern voice. "Don't answer that. It's a rhetorical question. I want you to stop that right away, and put your clothes on. Now."

"But MooooOOOOoooom..."

"Don't 'but Mom' me. Do as you're told." Having cum temporarily diminished Suzanne's strong fuck need, enabling her to get tougher with Amy.

"But Mom, it seems like you and Alan are having much more fun than when Alan and I have sex. It's more intense. Why is that? Is it that you're a better lover than me, or does Alan like you more than me?" Amy appeared to be just innocently asking a question, but in fact she was stalling for time so she could keep frigging herself until Suzanne got used to it.

Like everybody, Suzanne was a sucker for a good compliment, and the suggestion that she might be Alan's best lover was something Suzanne really liked to hear. Pleased, she blushed in embarrassment. She was too out of it to realize how cleverly she was being manipulated.

Alan finally spoke. "Amy, I love you very dearly, so don't worry about that. Remember that you're my girlfriend. But Suzanne has had many years experience with sex, and you've only had a few days' worth. So of course she's a better lover."

Alan sat with Suzanne impaled on his lap. His dick was still inside Suzanne but it was starting to wilt. However, he was so aroused by an unusually ashamed Suzanne, not to mention the other three hotties all masturbating themselves just a few feet away that his penis reversed itself and started to firm up again.

Suzanne could immediately feel the change. "Oh good Lord! Not now! Not here, with her!" She groaned.

Alan played for time while his penis continued to engorge by complimenting Suzanne some more. "Indeed, Suzanne is extremely talented in bed. You wouldn't believe the things she can do with her pussy. The way she squeezes..."

With an almost involuntary reaction, Suzanne began squeezing her pussy walls around Alan's hardening prick.

But she didn't do it for long because Alan renewed his thrusting as he said to Amy, "But don't worry; you'll get good very quickly. You're so naturally tight that you don't need all those tricks anyway. But why don't you stick around so as to watch and learn?"

"M'kay!" Amy enthused, though it was clear that she was going to do that anyway.

"And Suzanne, stop trying to discourage her! As her mother you should do all you can to help her. Show her how to do this right."

"No. That's not right..." Suzanne said halfheartedly. She was too lost in her fuck lust to put up any real resistance.

Alan moved from the couch to the floor, taking Suzanne with him. He flipped her over, so Suzanne was now on the top. "You don't want to teach your daughter how to be a better fucker for her boyfriend?"

"No, it's not that, it's just that..." She began bouncing her whole body up and down on his meaty pole even as she still complained about Amy.

She was momentarily distracted from her worries about Amy as she felt just how stiff and thick Alan's penis had grown already. "Sweetie, you can't possibly get hard again, can you? How is that possible? Not with Amy watching! She can't see. She's my daughter! It's not right..."

Alan whispered in Suzanne's ear, "Don't you want Amy to be a great lover? Isn't that more important than being prudish and worrying? I know of some great positions I'd like to show Amy, if you're willing."

"I don't know. It's not right..." In the back of her mind she felt as if she was being manipulated the way she manipulated others, but she was helpless to stop her urges. She caught herself. "Dammit, I hate it when I sound just like Susan. No offense, Susan."

"None taken," Susan said. She and Katherine were having a lot of fun just watching and felt no need to be more involved.

Alan pressed, "You're fucking your daughter's boyfriend right in front of her. Don't you think you owe her some consideration? Can't you show her a thing or two? Don't you want her to be a good, tight, little fuck bunny?" His penis continued to slide into her slow and deep with each stroke.

Amy appreciated that Alan was trying to get Suzanne to share her talents. But she was also glad that he was pushing Suzanne to break down her own barriers and be a more willing fuck bunny herself. Despite Suzanne's great talents, she'd always held back from complete emotional commitment, due to her urge to remain in control.

But everyone could see in the last few days that a change had come over Suzanne. She often appeared lost in thought and somehow even more wanton and sexy than before, if such a thing was possible. She was often found sitting alone and idly stroking her tits, usually with her hands inside her clothes, if she happened to be wearing clothes at all (an increasingly rare occurrence for her whenever inside the Plummer home). She now was as distracted by the constant thought of getting fucked by Alan as Susan was. It seemed that the more she got fucked, the more she wanted it.

Amy had been slowly planting the idea in Suzanne's mind that she and Suzanne should team up to mutually please Alan. Amy dreamed of a bed filled with just her, her mom and Alan, all covered in cum and cunt juice. She loved her mother and Alan more than anyone else in the world, so she could hardly imagine anything better than that threesome. Of course if Katherine and Susan wanted to join in on their big bed from time to time, so much the better, but her favorite fantasy was just with Suzanne and Alan. Unfortunately, she hadn't been very successful so far in convincing her mother of anything, because Suzanne was very resistant to the idea of true incest. But Amy knew that events were slowly but surely moving in her direction, and now Alan was inadvertently helping.

Suzanne seemed too far gone into fuck lust to answer Alan's suggestion to teach Amy. The mention of teaching technique made Suzanne think more about her grinding methods, and she unconsciously rotated her hips from side to side even as she kept bouncing way high up and then far back down onto his pole. Inside, her vaginal muscles clenched on every up stroke, creating a multiple attack sensation so exquisite that it was a near miracle Alan didn't shoot off at once. She appeared too breathless to talk, but she suddenly shouted out, "So improper!"

Suzanne listened to her own words and fell down onto Alan for a moment, pausing in the fucking while she had a good laugh over what she said. She recalled all the silly moments when Susan said the same thing. She calmed down a bit, and then she spoke again as she slowly resumed all her fucking moves. "Oh God, now I sound EXACTLY like Susan when she's tricking herself. Oh, what the hell. Fine. It's a losing battle with you two anyway."

Alan yelled, "Excellent! First things first: show Amy the things you do with your pussy muscles." He l