CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Nov. 20)

Alan used to get up as late as he possibly could and then rush madly through breakfast and a shower, just barely making it to school in time. But for days everyone in the house had been getting up as much as an hour earlier than they had before just so they could have plenty of time to play with each other's bodies.

This morning Alan wanted to wake up at the late time like he used to, but his body had other ideas and he woke up early with everyone else. Giving in to the inevitable, he stood up and put on a robe. He figured he might as well have some fun with the extra time, as long as he kept his resolve to generally stay dedicated to working.

Down in the kitchen, after brief but pleasant attention-getting rituals, he announced to his sister and mother, "I'm sure you could see this coming, but I'm gonna have to take it easy on the sex again today. I need a total focus on work except for the card game tonight. I'm saving up all my fun time and energy for that. Okay?"

The other two agreed. Susan served Alan breakfast and then took off her erotic apron, leaving her completely nude.

Alan expected more hanky panky from her, but surprisingly, he wasn't the target of his mother's insatiable lust. Susan said to Katherine, "Take off your robe, Angel. Come sit on my lap."

Katherine did so. Susan began stroking her daughter's body in a way that was a combination of motherly tenderness and all-out eroticism. With one hand tenderly stroking Katherine's hair and the other pinching Katherine's nipples, she said, "Angel, I really have to apologize."

"Why?"

She looked to Alan. "No offense, Tiger, but Angel, I've been spending so much time with your brother, paying so much attention to him."

She turned to her daughter. "Maybe you feel like I've been favoring him, and neglecting you."

Katherine thought about that. "Well, I guess it does kind of seem that way. But I understand. I've been doing the same. I'm focusing so much of my energy and attention on him too. We all are. Suzanne and Amy too. After all, it's our shared duty to pleasure his penis at all times, and what's wrong with that?"

"I know. You're so right about that. But I have two children, and I want you to know that I love you both so very much. It's just that, since Alan is a male, the situation is different. I can do things with him that I can't with you, and we can love each other in special ways. It's like comparing apples and oranges."

Katherine said bluntly, "Basically, I don't have a cock." But she was mirthful about it.

Susan blushed. "Well, there is that. I can't compare my love for the two of you. But I still love you so much, my special Angel. That's why I'm so happy about what happened between you and me in my bed yesterday afternoon. I was thinking last night when I went to bed how great it is that I can love Alan in a physical way, and now I can do that with you as well." She moved her fingers into Katherine's pussy to emphasize her point.

Katherine gushed, "Oh, Mom, that makes me so happy. I love you!"

Susan went on, "I'm Alan's toy to play with now, and since he's a man and I'm the woman of the house, that pretty much makes him the man of the house. It's as if he's my husband and your father-"

Katherine interrupted "Damn, Alan as my father? I love it!" She shot Alan a look so intense and scorching it nearly knocked him out of his chair. "Daddy Alan, are you going to come into your little girl's room tonight? Mommy says it's okay."

Alan's penis had been semi-hard from seeing Susan walk around in the nude, but it suddenly shot up to full attention. However, he kept quiet and kept his shorts zipped up. He figured the other two didn't need any encouragement.

Susan looked at Alan and smiled. "Yes, Mommy does say it's okay." She turned back to her daughter. "You might as well treat him like a father, because he IS the man of this house. Remember, Angel darling, we have to treat him with the respect and adoration due the man who so thoroughly and sexually dominates us. But now I can be your toy too, and that will make things more equal. What do you think?"

"Mom, you don't have to be my toy, because I want to be yours too! I love being a sex toy. I think it's my calling. We can just make each other happy and not worry about what it all means, or who's helping who. We can be sex toys for each other."

"Good idea."

"Although..."

"What?"

"You remember your spanking yesterday that Amy and I gave you?"

"How could I forget, Angel? It was wonderful."

"Well, doesn't that make Amy and I your natural mistresses? And of course it goes without saying that we all follow what Suzanne tells us to do."

"Oh, dear, I was hoping you wouldn't bring that spanking up. But you noticed. Next time I'm a bad girl you'll have to promise that you'll forget I'm your mommy and give me a good spanking, okay?"

"Okay, Mom, except that I'll give you a good spanking as I very much remember that you are my mommy."

"Angel, you're making me so squishy! But since I'm always on my knees in front of Alan, let me do the same for you." She looked over at Alan. "Tiger, you don't mind eating breakfast without getting stroked?"

He laughed. "Mom, I think I'll live eating like a normal human being for once. You two have your special time and don't mind me. This is plenty arousing just to watch and listen."

Susan had Katherine get off of her, and then got down in front of her standing daughter and sucked on her clit. Then she tongued her pussy. Using her fingers and tongue, she stayed busy on both her daughter's clit and pussy.

Once they were busy with each other, Alan took his erection out to give it some air. But he was content just to watch.

Susan kept pleasuring Katherine until her daughter was too overwhelmed by orgasms to stay standing. They continued with Katherine sitting on the floor, her legs wide apart for easy access.

Alan was so turned on by the sight of this that once he finished eating breakfast he found himself masturbating.

Katherine was the only one in a position to notice, and she was highly distracted. But after a while she said, "Uh-oh. Mom, Alan's masturbating."

This distressed Susan greatly. She brought herself and her daughter off with a nice climax and then disengaged. "Look, Angel," she complained, as she gathered her wits and wiped the pussy juice off of her face so she could take care of her son's needs.

She started crawling over to him. "Look what happens when we leave Alan alone for even a minute. He's so insatiable! Tiger, if there's one thing that upsets me, it's seeing you have to tend to your own penis when there are so many women you should be fucking or filling their mouths. Here, let me take care of that." Staying on her knees, she finished crawling across the dining room floor to his exposed hard-on. "You DO need someone helping you all the time," she said huskily as she took his penis in hand. "Every second of the day, someone has to suck you off."

There still was a lot of time left, due to everyone rising early, and Susan looked forward to a nice long cocksucking of the warm meat throbbing in her hands. Despite all her recent lesbian adventures, cocksucking was still what she lived for most. But Katherine spoke up. "Um, Mom? Before you get started there, could I ask a favor?"

"Sure. Anything for you, darling."

"Well, I was just thinking how you and Alan had such a special morning yesterday. In fact, most mornings you and he do something really special while I just sit and watch. I was thinking, can I take care of that? Maybe while he and I shower together?"

Susan smiled and relented. "Sure, Angel. I guess that's part of loving you; making sure you get fair access to the family cock. If I fail to properly share, you must spank me. I tend to get a little carried away sometimes."

Katherine giggled. "You could say that again!"

So Katherine and Alan retired to the bathroom and left Susan to clean up the kitchen. But since Susan had just cum with Katherine, she wasn't so upset about it.

Alan pointed out as he left, justifying to himself as much as talking to anyone else, "It's not like I was going to get any homework done before school. I might as well drain the snake."

Katherine walked hand in hand with her brother and leaned into him at the same time. "Mmmm. The snake. You know what this is like? It's like having a deep crush on the hottest guy in school and then finding out he lives right across the hall and has a massive SNAKE in his shorts. A king cobra! And all I have to do is wander ten feet from my room and I can have that snake slithering between my boobs. Does life get any better than that or what?"

Alan's hands wandered down and inside the top of Katherine's pants. He grasped her taut ass cheek tightly. "Yes it does. Believe me, life can get pretty dang good."

The two of them laughed with joy as they fondled their way up the stairs. They left a trail of clothes as they went.

Once naked with Alan in the bathroom, Katherine cooed, "Big Supersized Soft Drink Brother, I believe you owe me an apology." She moved in for a hug.

"What, Little Velvet Vice Sister? What did I do this time?"

"It's not what you did, it's what you didn't do. You've buttfucked Suzanne and Mom and all kinds of people, but not me! I'm hurt. I'm beginning to think you don't like your tiny-titted sister at all." She dramatically pushed away from their hug as if she was mortally wounded with grief.

"Look. Wait. First off, you're not tiny-titted. Your tits are great. Secondly, I don't know how everyone seems to have gotten the impression, but I don't judge women solely on breast size. For instance, look at your legs. You have incredible, muscular legs. God damn, what you did with your feet last night still gets my motor running. Third, the reason I haven't fucked your ass yet is just that the occasion hasn't..."

His voice trailed off as he noticed her crawl up onto the bathtub.

She put her knees on the edge of the tub closest to him and her hands on the other edge, so she was hanging over the empty tub. Then she wiggled her butt provocatively.

"Hey, Sis," he exclaimed, "what are you doing? That's dangerous. You could seriously slip."

She positioned herself better so her butt was high up towards her brother. "Bro, don't you like my butt? I know it's not the Intercontinentus Buttucks that Amy has" - that was a reference from a Monty Python movie they'd recently watched - "but it's got to at least compare favorably with the other cheerleaders' asses, right? I mean, between all the cheerleaders you fuck, who has the nicest ass? Asides from Amy, I mean?"

Alan normally ignored making comparisons, but this time he said, "Yours." He made the exception because he figured Katherine's ego needed a boost. Plus, it was true, at least in his mind. Heather had a nicer ass, if he'd been able to be completely objective about it, but it had the disadvantage of being connected to the rest of Heather's bitchy self.

Katherine was only slightly mollified as she continued to wiggle her butt. "I think you're ignoring me. Can't you at least fuck my cunt a little, if you're not going to take my virgin asshole?" With her legs spread out, both holes were in full view.

Alan walked up to his sister's butt and put his hands on it. "Sis, you have a lovely butt. Much better than the other cheerleaders' asses. In fact, I like it so much that I'm going to give it some special attention, if you promise to be very quiet." He rubbed his hands more intently all over her ass cheeks.

She whispered, "I'll be so quiet, you won't even know I'm here."

"Oh, I think I realize you're here," he replied, suddenly whispering too. "Now, I'm going to do something to you I've never done to anyone before, just to show how much I adore you. I pray to God you're clean down there."

"I am. Squeaky clean. I lube myself up first thing each morning, just like Mom does. A fuck toy must be ready to be taken at any time."

"That gets me so turned on, just to hear that you and Mom do that."

"You know, it turns me on a lot too. The last few days, Mom and I have been doing it together before you even wake up. Why do you think we're so hot to trot before you come downstairs? We finger each other's asses with lube and talk about all the things you do with your cock."

"There's a lot more to me than just my dick, you know." He dropped down on his knees, and put his mouth to Katherine's ass. He held one of her ankles firmly with one hand, and felt more assured that she wouldn't fall into the tub. He led the way with the fingers of the other hand, poking into her anus, and then licking her all around her ass crack.

Katherine held her breath in surprise, then suddenly let all the air out.

He said, "I believe this is called rimming." He licked her anus, and even stuck his tongue into it.

Katherine had been licked there by Amy before - in fact, it was now an integral part of their daily mutual pussy shavings. But it was something else entirely for her brother to do it. She shuddered with pleasure, even more pleased in realizing that he really didn't want to do that, but was doing it for her. But she also suddenly worried about how secure her position hanging over the bathtub was. She'd been up there for visual affect, not for serious sexual play.

"Just a minute, Alan. I love it, but let me do this." She scooted down the bathtub edges until she could grasp some fixtures with both hands. "Now I'm ready," she announced. "You could even fuck me up the ass now and I won't fall."

"I'm glad to hear you say that," he whispered. "Very glad." While she was changing positions, he found some Vaseline in a cabinet behind him and rubbed it onto his penis.

Without warning, he suddenly grabbed her butt cheeks with both hands and clenched tight. Then he pushed his penis towards her asshole. It seemed to open up for him, and the tip slid in with surprisingly little resistance.

Katherine gasped and blushed. This was a pleasant surprise. She hadn't really expected him to follow through, despite her not-so-subtle hints. "Oh. My. God. Alan!"

Alan said, "So, who's going to be my little anal sister slave?"

"Oh, Big Brother! I am! You make me so happy."

He pushed a little further inside her, and found more resistance. "Should I continue? It's gonna hurt."

"Brother, I'm insulted with your question," she snapped back. "If you stop now, I'm going to seriously beat you up. Fuck my ass!"

"Now that's not a very good attitude for a slave, which you so proudly claim to be."

"Just fuck me!"

"Okay, but you have to remember to keep it down."

"Just fuck my ASS already!" she whispered as loudly as someone can whisper. She thought back to her morning ass lubing rituals with Susan and wished that Susan could be with her right now, witnessing what they'd talked about so much.

With one massive push, he pressed hard against her, driving her head into the tile wall before her and impaling his penis all the way deep into her butt. She opened up her mouth and cried out, but it was a silent scream. She suddenly felt faint and nearly passed out.

But Alan gave no quarter. He pulled backwards, then pressed forwards again. He was standing now, and the way she hung over the bathtub gave him just the right height to comfortably thrust. Like a locomotive picking up steam, his thrusts steadily quickened their pace. He was surprised that her ass wasn't nearly as tight as some others he'd been sampling lately although she felt warmer inside than he'd been expecting. He found that enjoyed both tight and loose, for variety's sake.

He could hear her very quietly whisper, "Yes. ... Alan. ... Fuck. ... Oh. Oh yes. ... My ass. ... Brother... taking... my ass... Pop my cherry ass..." There was a tension in her voice though that betrayed the meager words slipping through her clenched teeth. He knew she was using all her willpower not to scream out at the top of her lungs. Certainly that would draw Susan's attention, and Alan wanted this to be a private experience.

However, Alan knew his sister could only take so much before she'd scream, or worse: she could lose control, slide down the tub, and possibly hurt herself badly. So he didn't try to prolong his orgasms for once, and just went with the flow.

When he finally let loose into her hotly throbbing asshole, it felt like his balls were churning out more than their usual amount of sperm as rope after heavy rope of thick cum pumped its way through his penis to be forcefully injected into the deeper reaches of his sister's trembling butt.

When they were all done, he disengaged and pulled her up and whispered closely to her face, "Now who says I don't take care of my sister? Still think I don't love you enough?"

She replied, "Yes!" But her mood was joyous and playful now, not jealous and insecure as before. She stood up and twirled around and around, like Julie Andrews in the Sound of Music. When she came to a stop she turned to Alan and said excitedly, "Now you've taken ALL my holes. My mouth, my cunt, and my ass were all virgin until they were opened by you, the only man who will ever know them. I feel complete now, like NOW I can really say I'm a sister slut. I wish I could wear a little sign around my neck: 'Sister Slut and Number One Fuck Toy. Three holes open for Alan 24 hours a day. Closed on Christmas." She giggled and rubbed her butt.

Alan joked, "'Closed on Christmas'? I'm hurt." But seeing her rub her butt, he asked, "How did it feel?"

"It was... strange. It's like having a log shoved up your ass. It really is. Such a FULL feeling. I couldn't really feel it when you came, but now I've got sort of a nasty squishy feeling inside me that's really weird. I guess I didn't see stars, at least not like Mom did when you took her ass yesterday. But it was good. Maybe I'll like it better once I get more used to it."

"Maybe." But Alan wasn't so sure. That was another reason why he'd finished quickly, because it was obvious she wasn't having an incredible time, just a good time. He noted that she seemed a lot happier about the idea of anal sex than with the actual act itself. But it was an extremely pleasant fuck for him, all the same.

As if confirming his thoughts, she said, "I can't wait to tell everyone that my brother's taken my ass! I feel so wonderfully naughty. I just LOVE that my ass has been taken. Maybe your cum'll dribble out of my butt all through first period. A girl can hope! Katherine Angelina Plummer: incestuous ass slut. Heh!" She twirled around to look him in the eyes and said, "Oh, and maybe these legs'll be open, wide open, on Christmas. But only for you, my loving daddy brother. And only if you're naughty AND nice." She gigged some more.

He teased while running a hand down the small of her back, "So, since I've taken your ass, does that mean I can take it again, at any time? Like say, what if I slip my hands down your dress during school today, like this?" One hand went down to fully cup one of her ass cheeks while he brought his other hand around her and fingered at the entrance to her asshole.

"Good GOD! Don't even joke about that, Alan! You're getting me so SEXED UP! If you could just take me right in the middle of school... God! You can't say sexy things like that when you're all flaccid and I don't have a cock to suck on. No fair!"

After some playful kissing, she left him alone.

He finally got around to brushing his teeth.

CHAPTER 2

Susan and Suzanne hardly saw each other Wednesday morning. Both of them had sore pussies, and furthermore Susan had begun her period, so they mutually decided to take some sexual rest.

Susan set about to fulfill her recent vow with Alan to be more responsible, and took care of errands for a change.

Suzanne took care of errands too, but one "errand" was very sexual in nature.

Xania came down in the middle of the day to receive her "victory fuck" from Suzanne. The soft porn actress was between projects so she had a lot of time on her hands and got there hours earlier than Suzanne expected.

Xania rang up Suzanne as she neared her house and asked where they should meet.

Suzanne was stumped. She obviously couldn't use her own home, as she had a ban on sexual scheming there, especially since Brad would be back from school in a couple of hours. She also couldn't use Susan's home, since Susan still thought Xania was a real psychologist and not a lusty bisexual actress.

Suzanne had an unusual idea and met Xania at a local restaurant.

Xania met Suzanne at one of the restaurant's tables, and after hello kisses and hugs, she asked while sitting down, "So. Why this restaurant, of all places? You have to admit it's pretty unusual. This restaurant is inside a day care center, of all places!"

Suzanne agreed. "That's true, but look around. I had two reasons for picking this spot. My logic is that I wanted a place where you and I could engage in a little public flirting with each other, to warm up. But when I was thinking about that, I found the idea of exposing myself to the eyes of men so revolting. I'm Alan's woman now. The idea of any other guy looking at my privates just seems wrong. It's strange, isn't it?"

"It is for you. You used to be the biggest flirt alive."

"Well, I'm in love now. I finally know what that really means. But anyway, I thought, 'Where could we go that would be completely free of men?' And this place popped into my mind. Check it out. Everyone here is female. Most of them are young, married, and pretty good looking. Even the employees are all female - there must be some unwritten rule. This would be the perfect pick up spot for a guy except for the fact that all the women are married with children."

"Wow, Suzanne, you really must love this kid. You know you're more than twice his age. Not to mention you're married. And there's the fact he's got a de facto harem going."

"Love conquers all," Suzanne said confidently.

Xania raised an eyebrow. "I've never heard of you going on like this. I mean, not even wanting to flirt with other guys. You were born to flirt."

"I still do, I'm just more selective about my audience these days. I figure I can channel whatever wandering energies I might have onto other women exclusively. Like you. Or the cuties all around us here."

Xania nodded as if she understood, though in fact she was still skeptical.

Suzanne had been carrying a bag, and now put it up on their table. "Here. I've brought a change of clothes. Something more risqué for both you and me. I figure we're the same sizes, just like Susan and I are." She teased, "Unless you've put on some pounds where you shouldn't have?"

"You wish!" Xania and Suzanne both had competitive streaks in them. "I work out everyday, instead of gorging on Ben and Jerry's ice cream, like SOME people here."

Suzanne rolled her eyes. While it's true that she liked ice cream a lot, she still wore the same dress size as when she was in college and she knew Xania knew it. "Yeah, right. If you think you're so hot, try wearing this." She nodded at the bag.

Xania looked into the bag and pulled out a top. She held it up. "This? You want me to wear this? In public? We'll get arrested."

"No worries. That's the other reason we're here, because I have it on good word that they're very tolerant." She taunted, "Or are you afraid you won't fit into my size anymore?"

Just then, an attractive blonde waitress came up to their table. "Good day. My name is Ginger. Can I take your order?"

Suzanne responded, "I'm Suzanne, and this is my friend Xania. Spelled with an X, but pronounced like a Z. We're not quite ready. Why don't you leave the menus?"

"Okay." Ginger walked off.

But Xania suspected something. Hmm. It seems as if the waitress and Suzanne aren't complete strangers. It's just a vibe I get. I wouldn't be surprised if Suzanne's been here before and is up to one of her schemes. On the other hand, her schemes are always lots of fun so there's no harm in just seeing what happens.

The two of them retired to the ladies' room. Suzanne had Xania wear a miniskirt with no panties underneath. Xania also wore a revealing yellow top that hung very loosely.

Xania tested her outfit out while still in the bathroom. Sitting back, all of Xania's considerable cleavage was exposed. If she leaned forward, one could see all her tits and even clear down to her stomach. The two thin straps ostensibly holding up the top hardly did anything at all.

Suzanne wore a similar outfit except hers was a one piece black leather dress. But it too completely failed to cover her crotch when she sat and exposed it all when she bent forward. She wanted them to be on a level playing field for any flirtation games.

Xania considered herself equal in sexual bravado with Suzanne, but when she returned to her table, she couldn't help but blush. Her miniskirt was so short and tight that when she sat down, it was nearly as if she wasn't wearing any skirt at all. Her entire bush and then some was on display, no matter how much she tugged on the skirt.

Worse, their table was hardly a table at all. They both sat on stools with a small, round table between them. But the table was no impediment at all if she wanted to look at Suzanne's crotch and vice versa. The high stools put them even more easily on display for the other customers. She only had two consolations: one, she could keep her legs closed and keep some decency; and two, Suzanne was in the exact same predicament she was.

Suzanne, however, looked around without a care in the world.

Xania wasn't so confident. She and Suzanne were so gorgeous that even when they first came in, both wearing as much clothing as anyone else, they were public spectacles for everyone else in the restaurant. It was as if two famous Hollywood starlets happened to come into an obscure, suburban restaurant and tried to act casual. The vast majority of the other women weren't at all sexually interested in the two buxom beauties (since, after all, virtually every single one was married with children), but few could resist sizing themselves up with the top competition.

But when the two women returned with their skimpy outfits, it was as if a record had been playing and someone jerkily pulled the needle away, leaving only dead silence. Conversations stopped, and then restarted, but now everyone was discussing the two daring women in their midst. As if the table Suzanne and Xania sat at wasn't exposed enough already, it didn't help that it was right in the middle of the restaurant, open from every direction. There was nowhere to hide.

Xania was uncomfortable and blushing, but also terribly turned on. The public exposure thrilled her to the bone. But she was annoyed at how blasé Suzanne was. She groused, "Happy now, Thunder Thighs?"

Suzanne's eyes lit up with anger briefly as she remembered the name Xania used to tease her with back in college. But then she realized it was just more teasing; the two of them were almost absurdly fit. She teased back with her own old nickname for Xania, "Actually, no, Hippo Hips. I've got one more thing in mind."

"Whatever it is, hurry it up," Xania said, looking around at all the gawkers. "Talk about a public spectacle." Lowering her voice, she added as she tried to tug on her far too short skirt, "Actually, make that a PU-bic spectacle. I mean, Jesus, everyone can see the pinkness of my slit. Let's get out of here already and have some fun in private!"

"Not so fast." Suzanne reached back into her bag and pulled out two vibrators and openly placed them on the table. They were shaped like life-sized penises, but with clit stimulators attached. She winked, and said, "Got cock?"

Xania's eyes bugged out. She was very grateful that the music in fact continued to play (a typical top forty radio station), and other conversations created a steady hum of noise, making it difficult for even those in adjacent tables to hear what Suzanne said. She said, "Suzanne, I thought I was wild, but come on. This is too much!" Her pussy was starting to leak in a very visible way, making her predicament all the worse. But she was so aroused she couldn't help herself.

Suzanne, in full-on competitive mode, said, "Should we get the waitress to come here and serve us?"

"NO!" I mean, "No. Shit. This is crazy!"

Suzanne crowed, "You don't need the waitress to serve you, 'cos you just got served!"

"I did not! Whatever you can do, I can do better." But Xania was still looking around the room frantically. She tried to make eye contact with people, painful as that was to do, to shame them into looking away. But she was so turned on that she was spending a lot of her brain power thinking about how sexy so many other women in the room were. It was a very fit crowd, perhaps because there was a fitness center right next door and a lot of the women used that while their kids were in the day care facility.

Trying to regain some position with Suzanne, she pushed her chair back about six inches for more public exposure of her privates and removed her hands from her crotch, fully exposing her dark bush to everyone. "There. Happy? I'm not chicken." Her whole body was trembling and she was in danger of soaking her chair. Glistening rivulets of cum could be seen rolling down her thighs from tables away.

Suzanne was impressed, but Xania's daring merely inspired her to go yet farther. She pushed her chair back and spread her legs wide, causing not only Xania to gasp, but many of the other young women sitting nearby as well. Then she grabbed a double-ended vibrator and made a show of turning it on.

Xania whispered in near horror, "No! You wouldn't! You could get arrested!"

With a sultry smile, Suzanne brought the now quivering vibrator underneath the table.

With the way the two of them sat on stools around a high table, Xania had no trouble at all seeing what happened next. Neither did anyone else in the room, she noticed. She found her own legs opening up, as if anticipating the vibrator was about to go into her instead of her friend.

Suzanne's hips wiggled as she was trying to stuff the entire vibrator in, and then she let out a sigh of contentment. She gave Xania a direct, challenging look, and said, "You mean WE could get arrested. Your turn."

Xania again looked all around the room. At least half the mothers were staring intently at their table. She didn't see any children or babies, and she at least was grateful about that. But still, stalling for time, she asked Suzanne, "What about the kids? Aren't you corrupting them?"

Suzanne pointed out, "What kids? There are no kids. By some unspoken rule, this is the place to get away from the kids in the rest of the building. It's a kid free zone, probably 'cos they've got a snack bar for the kids who get hungry downstairs. So you've got no excuse. There's no one here but us and a lot of hot MILFs. Maybe you're afraid of them seeing your Hippo Hips?"

"I am NOT!" Xania hissed. She quit trying to furtively hold her skirt down as far as it could go and watched her entire bush come into view as she spread her legs still wider. "There! See?"

Xania grabbed the remaining vibrator off the table and brought it into her lap. But then she looked around the room again and saw all the prying eyes. She kept the dildo in her lap but couldn't bring herself to put it inside her drooling slit. Struggling between public humiliation and the desire never to be outdone by Suzanne, she muttered, "This is insanity!"

CHAPTER 3

Just then, the waitress Ginger came back. She stood by the table and asked, "Are you ready to order?"

Xania leaned forward and grabbed the menu with the hand not holding the dildo. Then she looked up at the waitress and saw Ginger's wide eyes. Xania realized that clearly Ginger was staring down into her cleavage, and just as clearly, she was getting quite an eyeful. About the only thing her top covered was her nipples, but that hardly mattered because they were so erect their entire shape was clearly outlined through the loosely hanging fabric.

Xania leaned back in an attempt to reduce the show of deep cleavage, but that just exposed her pussy all the more. There was no fabric anywhere below her belt line. Even more embarrassed about that than displaying her cleavage and nipples, she leaned forward again, going so far forward that the fabric came away and she was exposed all the way down to her belly button, nipples and all. Blushing more furiously than ever, she leaned back a bit, trying to find an unhappy medium between the two exposed positions.

Suzanne on the other hand, leaned forward unabashedly. She said straight-faced to the waitress, "Nice view here today, isn't it?"

Ginger smiled and replied, "Nice view." Ginger was like a kid in a candy store - she wished she had more eyes so she could fully examine both women at the same time. She had no shame in blatantly staring as she waited.

Suzanne reveled in the fact that miles and miles of her cleavage was on display. She found herself thinking, This is SOO much fun! The only thing that would be better is if Alan was here to watch and Alan Junior was sliding through all this sweaty tit-flesh! ... Hmm. I wonder why I'm not more nervous, though. I'd never have the guts to do this on my own. Even though I'm psyching out Xania, at the same time I'm psyching out myself. By taunting her to go farther, I go farther still! It IS a bit scary, but it's too much fun to stop now.

One unstated reason Suzanne wasn't so nervous was because she knew Ginger was serving as their protector, by prearranged plan.

Xania didn't know that for sure, but she strongly suspected it by Ginger's lack of surprise and easy going manner (not to mention Suzanne's history of scheming). But suspecting that Ginger was involved somehow didn't help her nervousness much. Even if Ginger was in on it, there were a lot of ways they could get in trouble with so many strangers in the room.

Xania looked around and realized, with relief, that at least there weren't any windows. After all, they were in part of a large day care complex. She'd half-expected to see crowds forming and noses pressed up against the glass with the kind of show she and Suzanne were putting on. She noticed how brazenly Ginger stared down Suzanne's chest, not to mention her own, even with many of the other patrons continuing to stare at their table. She decided that Ginger had to be at least bisexual, if not completely lesbian.

Ginger indeed was brazen. Breaking a long silence, she asked, "So. Are you here for something to eat, or just social intercourse?"

Suzanne smiled with amusement. "Both, actually." Leering at Xania's exposed crotch, she said, "But what I want to eat isn't on the menu." Then she said to Ginger, "We haven't looked at the menu yet because my friend Xania here hasn't put her vibrator in yet. At least I don't think she has. Can you check?"

Ginger smiled back with an ordinary smile and said, "Certainly." She put down the tray she was holding on the table.

Then she bent down a bit and reached into Xania's lap. She looked at one of Xania's hands resting between her thighs and tightly clutching the vibrator. But acting as if she could only discover things through touch instead of sight, she felt all over Xania's hand and the vibrator. She was careful not to touch Xania's thighs or pussy - for now.

Pulling her hand back, she said to Suzanne, "Unfortunately, it's still not in." She said this with the same neutral tone as if she'd said, "Unfortunately, we're all out of ketchup."

Suzanne replied with equal aplomb, "I think it must be because she's dry. Can you check?"

Xania was already quite shocked, but she was doubly shocked when Ginger bent even lower and reached under the table again, this time aiming directly for Xania's pussy.

Xania had been so taken aback by recent events that she'd forgotten to keep her legs tightly closed, so Ginger's fingers easily found their way directly inside the soaking slit.

Ginger frowned and said, "Hmm. No, it seems she's quite wet. Very wet indeed."

Xania couldn't take it any more. She looked around at the couple dozen surprised faces looking back at her, and then tightly shut her eyes as if she could will herself away from the scene. She was so freaked out that she was practically having an out of body experience. She simply couldn't believe in the reality of what was happening. But at the same time she was so aroused that she could feel her heart pounding like a hammer, even down in her pussy.

Suddenly, she nearly jumped out of her chair, because through a thick erotic fog it dawned on her that Ginger hadn't pulled her fingers away and in fact she was actually starting to stroke them in and out. Even if Ginger is in on some kind of scheme, we're still in a very public place! She hissed, "This is unreal! I mean, I consider myself a very experienced woman of the world, but, but..." Her voice trailed off as she was at a loss for words.

With her eyes closed, her mind focused on the intense pleasure of Ginger's finger fucking all the more. She was so aroused that she feared she'd pass out altogether. Though she couldn't see, she could clearly picture all the sexy MILFs in the room staring at her pussy being fondled. Somehow, she still needed to hold back from cumming, because she worried that if she came she'd scream in ecstasy at the top of her lungs.

She needed to do something and fast. She exclaimed in a frantic but quiet voice, "What's going on here?! Who are you, Ginger, and what are you and Suzanne up to?!"

Suzanne laughed. "I guess I couldn't keep it a secret forever. I met Ginger a couple of weeks ago at a sex shop. She works there. We had a bit of fun after the shop closed. Last time I went back, Ginger told me that she works here too. She's bi, and finds it a good place to pick up hot, lonely, and neglected housewives. And, as you can see, she's in with the owners and so doesn't have to worry about getting fired. Plus, with two jobs she's paying off those student loans faster than you can say 'spread your legs.'"

Xania heard the command and inadvertently spread her legs wide. But then she recalled all the strangers staring, and closed them up again, or at least tried to. She couldn't close all the way because Ginger was now on one knee between Xania's knees, and still had three fingers busily working up inside Xania's pussy.

Xania's face was very red and her eyes were shut tight, but she was a daring woman and a hard one to shock. Relieved that they weren't going to be thrown out, she let out a good laugh.

Ginger and Suzanne laughed too. It greatly eased the tension. For some reason, that caused many of the strangers staring to lose interest, as if it had been announced the show was over. Also, with Ginger between Xania's knees the view was blocked, though there was absolutely no doubt in anyone's minds what she was doing there. However, while some of the crowd turned away, at least half did not.

Xania immediately fought back. Even though she was shaking like a leaf, she was determined not to be outdone. She opened her eyes and, staring intently into Suzanne's green eyes, she said to Ginger, "Waitress, I'm not sure if Suzanne's vibrator is properly inserted. And without it in, how can we order anything? Can you check? Thoroughly? ... And you, Suzanne. Spread your Thunder Thighs so this woman can make a proper inspection."

Suzanne accepted the challenge and spread her legs. She returned Xania's challenging stare with one of her own. Ironically, while Xania was coming to grips with the situation, Suzanne was getting more nervous, uncertain of what Xania would now try to make her do in revenge.

Now it was her turn to look around the room nervously at all the people staring. One way she'd been so calm before was because she didn't allow herself to do that. As soon as she did she regretted it, because there were plenty of women still interested. But she was a good judge of character and she could quickly discern at least that there wasn't an angry face in the crowd. In fact, most everyone was tremendously turned on by their blatant display. There was no shortage of fidgety legs, nipples poking through fabric, and cheeks glowing crimson from blushes from blush and arousal. It seemed like a giant lesbian orgy was about to break out at any second, especially in the circle of tables immediately around their own.

Ginger now got down on both knees and inserted the fingers of one hand into Suzanne's groin while keeping the fingers of the other hand in Xania's pussy. She encountered a large vibrator blocking access to Suzanne's pussy, so she couldn't put her fingers in. But she grabbed hold of the vibrator and pushed it in and out.

Ginger said, "Xania, looks like the vibrator is very much in. Though I'm taking my time to handle it to be absolutely sure. That's more than I can say for your vibrator."

Xania would not be outdone. She pulled Ginger's fingers away and put the vibrator deep inside her. It felt so good that she nearly screamed. As it was, the situation was driving her to a climax to end all climaxes. With the big vibrator filling her all the way up, she finally let herself go and was hit with a powerful orgasm.

She slumped down in her seat and inadvertently spread her legs wide again. She was amazed at how sweaty and out of breath she was, especially considering it was an air conditioned room. She was so emotionally and physically drained that she could barely lift a finger.

Ginger took advantage and brought her hand back to Xania's defenseless pussy. She worked on Xania's clit.

That caused Xania to only spread her legs even further. She gave up all attempts to be discreet and sat back in her chair, moaning in extreme lust. At this point, she wouldn't have minded in the least to tear off whatever few clothes that still barely covered parts of her.

Finally, after a minute or two of sitting in a very exposed position, Xania came to her senses enough to look around and see that there were still at least two dozen mothers staring intently at their table. She was too frazzled to realize just how many of them were panting.

She adjusted her top because one of her boobs had sprung completely free during her orgasmic overload. But now she felt too good to stop the fun altogether. And seeing Suzanne's knees still wide, she realized that the two of them were filling up the room with the smell of pussy, but she refused to even close her legs up and lose the game of face Suzanne was playing.

Xania was barely holding on. Between looking at Suzanne's wet inner thighs, all the women staring at them, and Ginger panting between her legs, not to mention feeling what Ginger was doing to her clit, she felt like she was completely losing her free will to uncontrollable lust.

But she couldn't take it any more - she needed more contact, more arousal. She suddenly hissed, "Suzanne, if this was your idea of getting me warmed up, it worked! Good GOD did it ever work! Let's go fuck! Take me somewhere and do me with a strap-on. Now!"

Suzanne didn't really have a private place away from home, but she hoped Ginger would provide one. She stood up and asked, "Ginger, do you have like a storage closet or something we can use? And would you like to join us?" Suzanne was so excited she couldn't even keep her hands off of herself as she impatiently waited for a place to go.

Ginger pulled her fingers away from Xania's crotch and pointed with a juiced up index finger towards a door. "We certainly have just the thing. A storage closet. I'll lead the way. But unfortunately I can't partake, because I am at my job after all, and all these people want to eat. Next time let's do this when I'm at the end of my shift. Okay?"

Xania and Suzanne didn't stick around to chat. Both were so worked up that they practically flew to the private room Ginger pointed out. However, when they got to the door, they stopped because the rest of the women in the room started clapping.

The two of them turned around to see that they were now being given a standing ovation by nearly everyone in the room.

One woman who was close to them walked even closer. As the clapping died down, she said, "Wow. I'm not even a lesbian, but wow. As just a sheer display of sexual brazen lusty... Wow. I'm speechless. Bravo." She clapped, and the others started clapping again.

Blushing still more, and with a mixture of pride and shame, the two of them opened the closet door, took a slight bow, rushed inside, and closed it behind them. They were instantly plunged into complete darkness, but they didn't care. They both burst into hysterical laughter.

As they frantically undressed, Xania deadpanned, "You think anyone out there doesn't know what we're about to do?"

"What's that, Hippo Hips?"

"Shut up, Thunder Thighs!"

They shut each other up with an electric mouth to mouth kiss.

Then they fucked each other absolutely silly in the complete darkness of the small closet. The vibrators came in handy. They tried to keep their voices down so the mothers outside wouldn't pay them any mind any more, but that only added to the intensity of their illicit fuck. Both of them half expected the police to come and open the door at any moment, but it never happened.

When they were all done, they waited a very long time in the darkness. They just talked, hoping most of the customers who'd seen them run off together would be gone. They were mostly successful, but not everyone had left.

In fact, one woman had apparently waited for their return. She walked up to them and handed them a piece of paper with a name and phone number on it, and then walked off without saying anything.

Suzanne walked out of the restaurant and into the parking lot. She examined the piece of paper and tried to remember the face and body of the woman who handed it to her.

Xania asked her, "So, you think we should introduce her to Alan?"

Suzanne replied, "What you mean in the lingo of our little group is, is she Alan-worthy? I say... nah. Technically, yes she'd qualify, but he's got his hands full enough now. And anyway, you can't just say yes. One has to look into her background first. We don't want any problems."

"Maybe later then," Xania suggested. "When things calm down and most importantly, when I'm back in town. Nudge, nudge."

"Maybe. I'll keep the number." That resolved, Suzanne said to Xania, "So. Welcome to my world. This is a fairly typical event since things began with Alan. Now can you see why I'm slowly losing my self-control?"

"You come to this restaurant often?"

"No. It was a bit of a trial run to see if I could bring Alan, Katherine, or Susan here. I don't really know Ginger that well as I've only seen her at the other store a few times, and I don't think we'd get along that great sexually, since she's a dom and I'm a dom. Unlike me though, she's way into S and M, too. She uses this job and her other job to find subs she can use. She's a great multi-tasker in that respect. It's not really a job so much as a way for her to prowl. By the way, that's why we didn't have to worry about being caught. The owner of this whole complex is a woman about our age who's one of her subs. Ginger told me all this so I could take advantage of this spot sometime."

"I wish you would have told me earlier! I wouldn't have been so nervous."

"But the nervousness is part of the fun. By the way, you notice how wholesome she looks? All Miss America Midwestern coffee shop waitress?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't believe it. From the very limited experience I've had with her, I'd say she's about the wildest and most insatiable sexaholic I've ever seen. I could hardly recognize her today. You should see her over at the sex shop, all dressed up like a dominatrix. Alan still doesn't know about her. I'm afraid to get her near him for fear that she'll whip him black and blue or something. And she can go the other way and beg to be whipped and spanked, too. That's the last thing he needs right now, more weirdness and exhausting sex with someone other than me."

"So, have you done this public sex kind of thing lately? Maybe with your Sweetie?"

"Oh. Sorry I didn't really answer your question. No, all the fun takes place at the Plummer house so far, but it's of that kind of intensity that we experienced today. With Alan there's always something new and exciting, and highly orgasmic. You'll find out tonight at the card game."

"I can't wait. Wow. You've got an amazing thing going on down here, Suzanne. But the game isn't until this evening. We've got hours and hours before I have to don my fake psychologist glasses. Why don't we do a little shopping and catch up on old times? I'm so glad we're back in touch. Why didn't you look me up for some fucking and fun years back? You know I'm not the kind to hold grudges, even with what you did with Jeffrey."

"Well, I pretty much gave up lesbian lovemaking not long after I last saw you. I started working my way up the social hierarchy and I guess I was afraid of what other people would think if I got found out. Cheating on husbands was okay, in the sense that it was expected, but a lesbian relationship was somehow beyond the pale in the gossipy circles I hung out with. Mostly, I worried that word would get back to Susan, and then she'd be appalled, and maybe even afraid that I would try to seduce her. I didn't want to lose that friendship for anything and I still don't. Remember that this was back in her prudish days, when I was doing my best NOT to seduce her. Even though God knows how much i wanted to."

"But now, everything's changed," Xania noted.

"Yep. I couldn't give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks any more, as you can see. It's just all out sex and fun every single day of the week, and I'm loving it."

"Damn." Xania pondered the situation in silence while they walked across the parking lot together. The sky was sunny and cars honked in busy traffic somewhere in the distance. She could still barely comprehend what they just did in front of dozens of witnesses at the restaurant. She had a feeling that as intense as that experience was, the card game would be even better.

CHAPTER 4

Alan made it a point to get to school ten minutes early. He figured his friend Sean usually got to school with time to spare, so that would be a good time to catch him and talk about a proposal he'd come up with the night before.

Alan found his Korean-American friend locking up his bike at the bicycle racks. He immediately guided him away to a remote corner where Heather wasn't likely to find them. He was still doing his best to avoid talking to Heather whenever possible.

Finally alone, Alan asked, "So, Sean. What are you up to?"

"I'm on my way to contact the Weekly World News." That was the infamous over the top tabloid newspaper.

"Why?"

"So I can give them their next headline: Rare Alan Sighting in Orange County, California. His friends Bat Boy and Elvis are believed to have stayed behind in their secret Bermuda Triangle underwater base."

Alan found that amusing, but played it straight. "I'll have you know that while Elvis and I are casual acquaintances, I have NEVER met Bat Boy."

They both laughed. Sean commented, "Very funny."

"Not too bad yourself. But I need to be serious with you for a moment." He pondered how to begin, and then started with, "Sean, have you heard any strange rumors about me lately?"

"Actually, now that you mention it, I haven't really heard anything but people have been asking me strange questions. Just yesterday this big football linebacker type came up to me - you know I never talk to anyone like that - and he asks all gruff-like, 'Hey, you're a friend of Alan's, right?' I told him yeah and he starts asking me a couple of questions about your sex life, of all things! Isn't that bizarre? And then another guy did nearly the same thing. Peter said it happened to him, too. I was going to tell you about it, but finding you lately is like trying to find the Loch Ness Monster or something."

"What did they ask?"

"Mostly who you were sleeping with. I told them Amy, of course. Since she's your girlfriend. I mean, it's none of my business, but I guessed that maybe you and her, were, you know... That if you did it with anyone, it would have to be..."

Alan smiled at his friend's awkwardness in discussing anything sexual. Although Sean was good looking and was in great shape thanks to his love of tennis and other sports, he was an even bigger nerd than Alan used to be. Worse for Alan's purposes, Sean was below zero in sexual experience. His family was about as prudish as Alan's used to be, which was saying something. Like Alan, he focused all of his sexual and romantic longing on someone unobtainable. Just as many boys in the school did, Sean worshipped the ground Heather walked on.

Alan thought, Man, Sean, your whole world is about to change. Get ready to hold on to your hat! Or maybe I should say hold on to your pants. "Look, I know I haven't been the best of friends lately. These last couple months you've hardly even seen me - none of my friends have. I want to make it up to you. Can you keep a secret? Absolute secrecy? You especially won't tell those guys snooping around?"

Sean nodded.

"The truth is, I've discovered sex in a big way. And Amy being my girlfriend is just the latest chapter in a wild ride. I've been living a bit of a double life and having loads of sex without anyone knowing. Some of the women in this school are really wild. Heather, for instance."

"Heather? You mean head cheerleader and goddess sent to Earth Heather? That Heather? You expect me to believe that you've been having sex with her? No way!"

"I do, and I have. Have you noticed how she actually says hello and even talks to me? Why do you think that is? That's why those guys are snooping around. They're worried that I'm sleeping with their girlfriends."

"Wait a minute. Back up. I'm still getting my head wrapped around this Heather thing. You're saying that YOU have had sex with HEATHER?!"

Alan belatedly realized that trying to get Sean to believe that could be dangerous. After all, Sean thought of Heather as his dream object, so it would be a big blow for him to think Alan slept with her. Instead, he said, "Never mind about Heather, the point is-"

"Whoa, not so fast." Using a classic "I Love Lucy" line, he said in a Cuban accent, "You've got a lotta 'splainin' to do, Lucy."

"Okay, let's put it this way. Have I flirted with her? Yes. Have I kissed her on the lips? Yes. I've done all kinds of things with all kinds of women lately. I'm getting to be a regular Don Juan."

"Noooo... No shit. Wow. But wait a minute. If you kissed Heather on the lips, what about her boyfriend? He'd kill you."

"So don't tell anyone, for God's sake! Can we get off the Heather topic already? In some social circles pretty far removed from the ones you know, I'm getting notorious. Some guy practically attacked me in the hallway yesterday."

"I know. I thought maybe that's what you wanted to talk about."

"You heard about that already? ... Gossip spreads fast, I guess. So you see? The snooping? The bullying? It's happening because they think I'm this sexual stud. And I don't mean to toot my own horn, but there's a certain truth to that!"

Sean was extremely skeptical. "Alan, two months ago we had a major D&D Lord of the Rings simulation. It lasted all weekend. You were acting, like, king of the geeks."

Actually, Sean was king of the geeks much more than Alan was, and had for instance been the one to think up and arrange the game he referred to, but Alan let that point slide.

"And now you're telling me that this same guy, namely you, is having sex with all kinds of women? And even kissing Heather on the lips?! And you expect me to believe that?"

Alan was amused that kissing Heather was a bigger deal to Sean than all the rest, but he hid his smile. "It's true! I swear to God. Things have changed. Why, speaking of Tolkien, a couple of weeks ago I was rereading the Lord of the Rings and just fizzled out in the middle of the Two Towers. Can you believe that? Me! Without getting too graphic, as much as I love Tolkien, I'd rather be caressing a young lady's thigh than read about Frodo climbing Mt. Doom yet again. I'd even take it over the movies."

Sean gasped as if Alan had uttered a heresy. "Look, man, I know you're not a lying kind of guy, but..."

Alan couldn't help smiling at his friend's pre-sexual priorities, but he stifled a smile again and pressed on. "It's true. Reserve judgment for the moment and let me explain why I'm telling you all this. First off, I've had to be extremely secretive, and it's been driving me crazy, living a double life. I need to tell someone. Frankly - and I know you're gonna choke with laughter on this, but it's true - frankly, I'm having sex with too many girls. Too many! Isn't that bizarre? I've set expectations I can't meet, and I need to cut back. And there's where you come in. You're a reasonably attractive guy, probably the same as me in the looks department. That's good. You've got some nerdy glasses that are a big turn off, but we'll take care of that. I basically want to hand off some of the girls to you."

Sean's mouth gaped wide open and he replied, "What? Did I hear that correctly? There's just enough evidence to make me think you're serious. Some kind of weird talk around school. You've changed, man. Changed. You've been acting so different lately and of course you're never around; there must be something going on with you. Are you serious?!"

"I am, already. Geez. I'm hoping you can kind of be my apprentice. I talked to a girl on the phone yesterday. Her name is Kim. She's on the cheerleading squad. She's-"

"Kim?" Sean exclaimed. "The cheerleader Kim? She's definitely doable. I'd TOTALLY do her. You're fucking HER? But what about Amy? Amy is awesome. I would never cheat on Amy if she was my girl! Man, that's fucked up. I thought you're Mister Moral Guy."

"I know she's great, but she'll let me sleep with other girls, and variety is the spice of life."

"Dude! Get real. Is this whole thing some kind of joke?"

"Believe me, man. You couldn't imagine how active my sex life is, which is why I need your help with Kim. And others, but she'll be a good start."

"Others? This IS some kind of joke, right? Where's Candid Camera?"

"It's no joke. My ultimate goal is to get you and Heather together."

"HEATHER?! All right, you had me going there for a while. I was totally falling for it. But you crossed the line with that one. Come on, man, the joke is over."

"Look, I'm not asking you to believe me. In fact, the truth is so amazing that I wouldn't believe it if you told it to me. I mean, I'm sleeping with women that practically make Heather look ugly. You know that woman on Star Trek: Voyager with the big tits and funny name?" Alan knew that she was another unobtainable lust object for Sean.

"You mean Jeri Ryan? The Seven of Nine character?" Sean was a huge Star Trek fan and had no trouble recalling the name.

"Yeah. I'm fucking women who look hotter and are even more stacked than she is. I know that sounds impossible, but you don't have to believe that right now. All you have to do is when Kim asks you back to her place for help with homework after school today, just say yes. There's no risk to you. Worst case scenario, you hang out with a cute cheerleader. Best case scenario, she takes your virginity and teaches you all about fucking."

"But wait. I thought she was a lesbian. Everybody knows that."

"She is, kind of. Not so much any more, actually. The thing is, she doesn't like men, and doesn't want to be with them or have a boyfriend, she just likes having sex with them. That's why I thought of her. She wants sex without any attachments, and so do you. Don't fall in love with her or anything. I know you're mad for Heather, and it's good that you stay that way."

Alan had been eyeing Kim standing a ways away for the last minute or so. Done with his talk, he made a nudge in her direction and said to Sean, "Don't look now, but look who's over there."

Sean looked over, and his face registered in complete fear as if he saw a freight train barreling down on him and not a teenager walking his way. But there was no doubt about it. Kim was getting nearer. Curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she wanted to see what Sean was like right away, instead of after school as she and Alan had discussed.

She walked up to Alan and said, "Hey, Alan. You gonna introduce me to your cute friend here?" Knowing that Sean would be shy, she made sure to put on a friendly, smiling face.

"Sure. Kim, this is Sean. Sean, Kim."

The two of them shook hands.

Sean appeared to be recovering from his initial shock, though he was still tongue-tied. He actually suffered from a new wave of shock as it dawned on him that merely having Kim here speaking with him greatly increased the odds that his friend wasn't completely full of hot air.

Alan said to the cute cheerleader, "Kim, I was just telling Sean here my secret that I've been involved with quite a few girls. He finds that hard to believe."

Kim looked around. They were in a remote alcove and no one was looking their way. With a devilish grin, she grabbed Alan's crotch. "Whatever are you talking about?" she asked facetiously.

Then, as if that wasn't bold enough, she reached into his shorts and started ostentatiously jacking his penis up and down.

Sean couldn't see Alan's penis still trapped in his shorts, but there was no doubt what Kim's hands were doing. His totally stunned facial expression was back with a vengeance.

Kim leaned towards him and whispered conspiratorially, "Alan's penis is quite popular right now, I'll have to admit. I practically have to stand in line for a chance to do this."

Sean had a chance to respond, but he merely stammered and finally gave up on attempting to form any words. His eyes remained glued on what Kim's hands were doing.

Kim, still as casual as ever, said to Sean, "I hear you're really smart. Would you like to come over to my house after school today and help me out with my homework ... and stuff? Alan suggested it would be good if we could work together for a little while." Her hand still flew wildly up and down Alan's dick. She was careful though to keep all the action inside his shorts as she figured Sean would have a hang up about seeing his friend's penis.

Sean remained quiet and stunned until Alan gave him a little kick. Then he squeaked out, "Um. Yeah. Homework. And stuff." There was no doubt that the "and stuff" was the main thing on his mind, as he imagined Kim doing to him what she was in the middle of doing to Alan. Sean was particularly blown away by the fact that a steady stream of students walked by not ten feet away. Had Kim and Alan been facing opposite directions so the front side of Alan's shorts could be seen, all hell would have broken loose.

But apparently that wasn't enough for Kim. Her resolve not to allow Sean to see Alan's penis broke down almost instantly. Sean held his breath as he saw Kim reach for Alan's zipper. With an assenting nod from a very aroused Alan, Kim pulled the zipper down. Alan no longer wore underwear anywhere, so she faced no obstruction as she pulled his penis out.

She winked at Sean and said, "I like to help Alan out with 'stuff' as much as he'll let me." She jacked Alan off in full view of Sean. She found herself strangely proud to show his penis off to another man.

Alan seemed to take it in stride, almost as if he didn't notice.

But Sean was still trying to breathe and get his heart going again. He gasped, "There are people everywhere! Right behind you!" He tore his eyes away from Kim's hand on Alan's penis long enough to stare at two boys who appeared to be coming particularly close. But they passed less than ten feet behind Alan and Kim and kept walking without suspecting a thing. If they would have noticed something, probably the only reason would have been if they'd seen Sean's flabbergasted face and stopped to see what was causing the look.

Kim said huskily, "He's right. Maybe if I get down on my knees and stuff it in my mouth things won't be so obvious." But she moved a little so she stood slightly behind him and block things a little bit, now reaching around to stroke.

But Alan replied, "Are you kidding? As much as I'd love that, that would give everything away instantly. No way."

"Aww. Shucks. Maybe we could go somewhere more private?"

Alan didn't reply, but winked at Sean. "Still don't believe me now?" He felt strange to have his penis shown off in front of a male friend, but he figured the drastic action would help Sean understand just how crazy the situation had become for him.

He craned around to look towards Kim's face. "That feels great, as usual, but class is about to begin. There's no time. You two have fun later."

Kim smiled. "Oh, we will. And I think you and I need to meet more often like this. Whenever you get a stiffy, just ask any of us girls to lend a hand. We can do a lot in a five minute break. Imagine two or three of us cheerleaders sucking your cock at the same time in the stinky bathroom. Wouldn't that be fun?"

She winked and finally withdrew her hand from his shorts. She zipped him up then hurried off.

Sean was still too stunned to talk. But then a light bulb went off. "Wait a minute. 'We'? More than one cheerleader?! Is that for real? You're, like, doing it with more than one girl at a time? More than one fucking CHEERLEADER?! They're all so hot. They're just about the hottest girls in school!"

"Hey man. You're the one who said I'm honest. I wouldn't lie to you. But keep it under your hat, okay?"

Another light bulb went off in Sean's head. He nearly shouted, "Wait! If this is for real, then maybe you really did sleep with Heather! She's a cheerleader too!"

"Sssh. Not so loud." Alan could detect Sean would be jealous about Heather as soon as he got over the shock. "Yes, I did. I hate to break it to you like this because I know how highly you think of her, but she sleeps with lots of guys. Lots. That's the bad news. The good news is that soon you'll likely be one of them. If we play this right, maybe you can even become her special guy."

That silenced Sean and seemed to return him to a completely shocked state. "But, but, Heather... She's not that kind of girl... She..." He seemed on the verge of tears.

Alan tried to divert Sean's attention. "Don't worry about that right now. We'll talk about that later. Think about Kim. You're going to meet her after school. You're gonna do 'stuff.' Believe me, 'stuff' will definitely involve her putting your dick in her mouth. She loves doing that, as you just saw. Think about THAT!"

"Hooooly crapola..."

As Alan started to walk off, he emphasized again, "Remember: mum's the word. Seriously."

Sean managed a nod.

Alan looked back and saw Sean still standing there staring off into space in dull incomprehension. Alan thought, Sean has such a long way to go. But then again I was exactly like him not two months ago. He's a smart guy. I trust he'll keep quiet and figure this sex stuff out by and by. The problem is there's no time to wait. I've got to bring him up to speed even quicker than the process I went through so he can help immediately with Heather. I'm still reeling from the shock. He's gonna need more help than just Kim before he graduates to Heather. No way am I going to let him touch any of my family four, so who does that leave? Brenda, maybe? Janice or Joy? Hmm. I'll have to think about that.

I like what Kim did with her hands. It said to him, "Get ready to fuck, Sean, and by the way, I'm first and foremost one of Alan's girls. This is the cock I love and don't you forget it." Very clever of her.

Alan let out a big sigh of relief. There's something about unburdening this secret sexual life of mine to another male. I don't know what it is, but it makes it that much more real. It's not so much an ego thing - the last thing I need is more ego stroking!

He joked to himself as he thought of what Kim did to his penis, Cock stroking good, ego stroking bad. Though she had to leave me with a big unsatisfied woody for class. Grrr.

But getting back to Sean, it's the sharing of the burden, having a compadre, an amigo, in all this craziness. And my friendship with him was slipping away. I mean, I don't care about sitting around and discussing Red Dwarf or The Prisoner any more. Maybe now it can roar back with a vengeance. Awesome! I should have started this apprentice idea weeks ago.

I just hope it works out with Sean and Heather. That's going to be a real challenge, getting her to wanna be with him. The ace in the hole is that I've stumbled onto what excites her, and that's degradation. And I know Sean has a dark side because I've seen glimpses of it. But can he be trained to treat Heather like I treat her, and quickly? As it is, he's the exact kind of pushover guy that Heather hates the most. The last time I was with Sean and Heather at the beach, he couldn't even get up the nerve to say "Boo" to her. We've got a loooong way to go with him.

CHAPTER 5

Alan walked out of his first period class feeling wary. He worried about Heather ambushing him; he felt certain she'd have some new demands.

But he hadn't gone far when he was ambushed by someone else: Heather's old boyfriend, Rockwell. Just like the unnamed football player who harassed him yesterday, the star quarterback Rockwell was surrounded by several flunkies. And just like yesterday, Alan was pushed back into a locker before he even knew what was happening. Except Rockwell seemed far angrier than Alan's tormentors had been yesterday.

"Hey, you little fuck," Rockwell started. He looked around to see if others in the busy hallway were watching, but his friends created a tight seal around Alan. No one could see past the big football players.

"What?" Alan asked dumbly. "What are you doing?"

"This!" Rockwell punched Alan in the chest, hard. Alan fell to his knees, clutching at the blow. "Get him up!" Rockwell ordered, and a couple of his flunkies roughly pulled Alan back to his feet and then held him with his arms behind his back. Alan was now helpless to do anything.

"What the hell?" Alan said in great confusion. He looked around frantically for a way out, and briefly noticed that his chief tormentor from the day before was now leering at him, a couple of bodies away from Rockwell.

"You shit, acting all innocent; I know what you've been doing! You've been fucking my girlfriend Heather! And don't play stupid. Everybody's been talking about it since yesterday afternoon. Apparently you were doing her again, and treating her like shit, I might add!" As if to emphasize that point, Rockwell pulled a fist back and swung into Alan's face, hitting him on the chin.

Alan reeled, but was only able to squirm. He futilely tried to break free from the two flunkies holding his arms behind his back. "What are you talking about?" he cried with great indignation. "Anyway, Heather isn't your girlfriend anymore! I heard you broke up over the weekend. The word has been all over the school."

"Yeah, thanks to you, you fuck! You played me for a fool, but who's laughing now?"

Rockwell was accurate in a way he didn't realize. Heather had broke up with him because Alan had asked her to. She'd done it right as Alan's deadline for her to do so ran out. It was ironic that Alan was being attacked after the breakup, because Alan wanted her to break up with Rock precisely because he was afraid of being attacked by Rock for cheating with Heather behind his back.

Rockwell swung again, and his muscular fist connected with Alan's nose. Then he hit his face with two more short jabs.

The only reason Alan still stood was because he was being held up by the goons. He cried out, "You don't know what you're talking about! Heather must be telling lies about me, framing me! She does that! Find out. Ask around. She's the one playing you for a fool, not me!" Alan thought that was pretty good thinking on his feet, considering everything.

But Rockwell wasn't impressed. "How would you know? Why would she even talk to some loser nerd like you, unless the rumors about you fucking everybody are true? Well, here's what I think about your prick!" He looked both ways, but even though the hallway was full of students, no one could see what was happening inside the circle of seven or eight big football players. Seeing that it was safe, he kicked Alan right in the nuts.

Alan cried out a gut-wrenching scream. It went on and on, filling the hallway like a police siren. He saw Rockwell looking about nervously and got some minor satisfaction from that. But that was the last thing he saw as he fell to the floor and passed out.

When Alan woke up, he found himself in a hospital bed. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Mrs. Haggerty, the old school nurse, and Mr. Mifflin, the vice principal. The nurse was looking at him with kind concern, while Mr. Mifflin sat farther back, more detached from the scene.

"How are you feeling, Alan?" the kindly white-haired and bespectacled nurse asked him.

"Ugh," Alan groaned. He rubbed his head and felt a pounding headache.

He heard some sounds coming from the other direction and turned. To his delight, he saw Katherine and Amy getting up from where they'd been sitting. They moved to his side.

Katherine grasped his hand tightly.

He felt greatly reassured to have them there, and almost cried for joy to see their friendly faces. Amy's hand joined Katherine's, so now his hand nearest to them was shared with both girls.

Their reactions were telling. Katherine looked despondent, as if Alan was on a life-support system, hovering between life and death. Amy, on the other hand, was maintaining a positive attitude. While not actually smiling, she had a hopeful look on her face. Their difference in clothing was telling as well. Katherine wore a plain and heavy T-shirt, typical of the clothing she wore outside the house and designed to prevent attention from other males. Amy wore a shirt that showed off her shoulders and a bit more of her chest, almost reaching down to her cleavage. She just couldn't bear to go about so fully covered as Katherine.

Mr. Mifflin coughed, and Alan turned back in that direction. "You feeling all right?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess. Nothing broken, if that's what you mean."

"Good. Strictly speaking I shouldn't have let your sister and girlfriend in here and have them miss class, but they were very insistent."

Alan turned back to the two girls briefly, and was warmed by their loving smiles.

Mr. Mifflin continued. "Alan, before the nurse takes over, let me be brief. You obviously were beaten up by a gang of football players in the hallway who were yelling rude things at you. That much we know from witnesses, according to the teacher first on the scene. I won't stand for that kind of behavior here at this school. I want to know who's responsible right now and get to work on them. Can you name names, or do you want me to come back later?" The vice-principal was obviously antsy to do something right away.

Alan replied, "Well, the main guy is named Rockwell. He's the one who did all the punching. He even kicked me in the balls! God, that still fucking hurts. Oops. Pardon my language. How long have I been out?"

The nurse looked at her watch and answered, "Oh, about fifteen minutes."

"Is that all? Anyways, I don't know Rockwell's last name, but I'm sure you know him. He's the star quarterback and all. He really did everything and the other guys just stood around and blocked my way. I don't know the other guys at all, but if you show me some pictures, maybe I could recognize a few of them."

"I'll do that," Mr. Mifflin said firmly. "I'll go get some pictures and be back shortly. And rest assured that this Rockwell is going to be expelled. I don't care if he is the star of the team, and I don't care what he or his friends have to say. Your wounds speak for themselves, and this school has a zero-tolerance policy for violence. This is not the first time we've seen this kind of behavior from Rock, so he's definitely gone. We've covered up some of his transgressions in the past, I must admit, but no more free passes. May I ask though what this is about?"

"He accused me of sleeping with his girlfriend. Only they already broke up! She can do whatever she wants now and he should just butt out." Alan figured that was basically true, even if he was sleeping with Heather before she and Rockwell broke up.

In actual fact, Rockwell had good reason to complain. Heather had broken up with him just hours after Alan fucked her in the ass on Friday, and she did it as a direct result of Alan's disdain over her going out with the obviously lumberheaded, sexually inadequate, self-centered boy. Alan hadn't talked to Heather about it, but he'd noticed the timing and suspected a connection.

The vice-principal patted Alan on the knee. "Typical jock. Those guys think they own the school and unfortunately too often we've let things slide. I've never agreed with that but sometimes my hands are tied. Don't worry though, I'll get this all sorted out. You just get better."

Mr. Mifflin left, and Mrs. Haggerty tended to Alan's wounds. Alan's groin surprisingly wasn't too bad once the effects of the kick wore off. But his face looked horrible. His left eye was turning into a black eye, and his cheeks and nose were red and swollen. The nurse kept an ice pack on him while Katherine and Amy commiserated and held his hands as if holding on for dear life.

After a while the nurse left, and Alan was free to voice his thoughts to the two girls. He said, "I'll be okay. My biggest wound is gonna be on my butt where I'll be kicking myself. That and the wound to my ego. I kind of feel like I deserve this."

"No!" Amy gasped. "Totally not! Don't say that."

"No, it's true. I've been too cocky. This was pretty much inevitable, because I wasn't keeping my ear to the ground and listening to what people were saying. And my security standards grew lax. Amy, I should never have let you speak so freely about sexual stuff."

Amy was going to say something.

But Alan preempted. "Don't worry, Aims. It's all right. If not for you, it would have come out anyways. Heather and a couple of other cheerleaders were talking too, I'm sure. You know how it is: you tell just one best friend in top secrecy, but then that person tells just one, and so on. It gets around if it's interesting enough, and my case is too interesting." Privately, Alan cursed Simone, suspecting her of starting a whole new round of rumors. He also cursed himself for getting drawn in to Simone and the others the afternoon before.

He continued, "The question is, what am I going to do now? They may expel Rock - I imagine he'll get bounced to some other high school - but the other guys will still be around after whatever punishments they get, and madder than ever. Plus, now I'm a rat for naming names. Plus, if the football team loses, everyone's gonna blame me for the loss of the school's best quarterback. I have enemies, and I'll be getting more." He sighed.

Katherine caressed his upper arm lovingly. "Don't worry, Bro. It'll be all right. I have one idea, though you're not gonna like it. I even don't like it."

"What?"

"Get Heather to help. Have her do the tricky, backstabbing stuff she does so well. She knows and fucks most of those football players. I'm sure she can do something to keep them in line and away from you. They act like they own the school, especially since the football jocks are generally the basketball jocks in winter and the baseball jocks in the spring. If they back off, everyone else will."

Alan thought about it and sighed some more. "Maybe. But then I'll be beholden to Heather. And that sucks."

Amy and Katherine both nodded in agreement to that thought.

CHAPTER 6

To Alan's surprise, he had to go back to class a couple of hours later. His wounds weren't serious enough to merit being sent home. The school was strict about that, as well.

Lunch with Glory turned out to be another mostly wordless cuddle session. Alan again lay next to Glory and held her tight while she held him. Because of his wounds, he wasn't up for anything more.

At one point, he thought to himself, In the greater scheme of things, this isn't all that bad. It was a wake up call. I've been getting so full of myself, and this brings me back to reality. Yes, Alan, a lot of girls think you're a super fucker, but life can still kick you in the balls. All too literally. Ouch. I just want to go home and get this lousy day over with. And the homework still hangs over my head. Fuck! What a lousy week. At least I have fucking Mom to look forward to. Just a couple of more days...

And tonight, Brenda AND Xania are coming over. That's nice. I can drown my sorrows in Brenda's fluffy tit-pillows if nothing else. At least, that is, if I'm feeling better by then.

He recalled where he was, in Glory's arms, and thought, If only Glory could hear what I'm thinking, man, would I be in trouble. She'd probably kick my ass even worse than Rock did. I have a feeling there's more trouble brewing, and this Glory situation is going to explode. What can I do to stop that? This time, I have to be smarter and stop whatever happens before it happens. All the cheerleaders know about Glory and me now, and that's far too many people in the know. Word is going to leak and leak, until finally, bam!

I really should talk to Glory about it. She doesn't even know the threat against her. We really should work out a joint strategy, especially against Heather. I feel like this humiliation I went through today is just the tip of the iceberg and all kinds of shit is about to hit the fan. This fucked up society I live in simply will not allow someone like me to break so many taboos. The backlash is beginning. But I just don't have the mental energy to discuss it today. I'm going to go home and drown my sorrows in tit flesh and just fuck away the blues and then try harder tomorrow.

Alan still didn't know about Heather's confrontation with Glory the day before. Had he known, he wouldn't have wasted any time. Heather was busy marshaling her allies to be called on to assist if needed while still deciding the best approach to take. But there was no doubt she planned to "take out" both Amy and Glory sooner rather than later.

He had one thing to do before he left school. He arranged to have a meeting with Heather in the theater room immediately after school. Alan was with Katherine since they were going home together, but Heather insisted that Katherine wait outside until they finished. She wore the same short cut-off Levi's and turquoise tank top she'd worn all day.

Alan explained his wounds and then said, "That's why I'm coming to you. I was hoping you could help somehow, and get the football players off my back. Even if Rock is expelled, there'll be others. In fact, they'll hate me more for getting him expelled and kick my ass just for that."

Heather seemed moody. "Oh, so now you're coming to 'Cunt Girl' and asking for help, huh? Whatever happened to 'Cunt Girl' being too stupid to walk or talk?"

"Heather, that's just talk to spice up the sex, and you know it. Do you want me to treat you like that during sex, or what? Just tell me to stop and I'll stop."

Heather walked up and stroked a finger on the underside of his chin. That made him uncomfortable - it was literally like she was toying with him. "I didn't say stop. But you can hardly call it talking during sex when you had sex with Simone instead of me! That makes me mad. And a mad Heather is not a helpful Heather."

"Heather, I'm sorry, but that was your idea to invite her and offer her to me. Can we focus here? I know you can help. What do you want in return for helping?"

Suddenly she turned on the charm. "Want? Now, why would I want anything? I'll do it for you just because we're friends."

"Heather, come on. We both know you want stuff from me."

She spoke surprisingly tenderly. "I do, but most of all, I want you to like me. Is that so hard? To maybe even consider me for a girlfriend if you and Amy should somehow break up? That's all I ask. And if you should fuck me more often, I sure wouldn't mind."

"Heather, I'd love to, but I can't anytime soon with this twenty page paper over my head."

Heather pouted and griped, "Twenty page paper this, twenty page paper that. That's been your excuse all week. I'll get the boys off your case no strings attached, but what if I get rid of that nasty homework assignment for you, too? Don't you think I'd deserve some extra special something for that?"

Alan laughed. "YOU? You would write my paper? Heather, you don't even do your own homework..." A slow dawning hit Alan. "Oh, I get it. You'd outsource my paper to one of your nerdy admirers. Clever."

Her face was now inches from his, and she breathed her minty breath onto his cheek. He was sure that the way she leaned forward, causing her heavy tits to dangle in the tight tube top in front of his face, was no accident. Her nipples stuck out almost as obviously as if they'd been Brenda's projectiles, and it was clear to Alan that Heather wore no bra. He once again pondered how she managed to flaunt the school's dress code so openly.

She said, "Now you get it. What if you spend the time you would have spent on writing that fucking me instead? Isn't that a fair trade? I have certain ... needs. Especially anal needs. Would it kill you so much to help me out with them? I mean, I'll probably have to kiss some total nerd on the cheek for a twenty page paper. Talk about disgusting!"

"Hey. I'm a nerd of sorts."

"Maybe I should assign you to do the paper then." Heather thought about that and laughed at the absurdity of the idea. "And let's make it just you and me next time. Sharing didn't exactly work out. We can get started right now." Heather stepped back and slid her Daisy Duke cutoffs down so he could see her blonde bush. She knew Alan was a breast man, so she cupped her tits and pushed them out towards him as well. "So. What do you say?"

Alan had never cheated before, and he considered the paper "outsourcing" cheating. He knew he'd feel guilty about it, but felt he had no choice. He knew that it would be wise to extricate himself from Heather altogether, but looking at the haughty beauty standing there cupping her boobs with her shorts down to her knees and a desperate gleam in her eye, there was just no way he could say no to partaking in more of her body.

He said reluctantly, "I'll take that deal. But I'll have to pay you back tomorrow. Look at my wounds. I have to go home and tend to them. And Katherine's waiting."

"Fair enough. I was afraid you'd say that. Those do look pretty nasty. Pay back tomorrow, and the next day, and beyond. Agreed? Just keep me on your regular fuck list. Your ASS fuck list, especially. And I'll get rid of those nasty football players. You should realize that I'm really your best friend. Could Amy do the things I do for you? No. Think about that." She pulled her cutoffs up and down comically as if they were eyebrows and she was repeatedly wiggling them.

That gave Alan a strong urge to rip them off and stuff her. Then he thought that he'd prefer to give her a solid assfucking. But he kept his resolve and said as calmly as he could manage, "Heather, maybe I misjudged you. I still say you're a bitch, but maybe you're a bitch with a heart of gold in there somewhere."

She really liked that comment, and they parted on good terms. But inwardly Alan thought, "Heart of gold?" I'm really laying it on thick. I don't think she has a heart, period. But if that's what it takes to get Heather's help, I'd better do it. Considering that she's already fucked half the football team, she can get them to do anything by denying or offering more nookie. She doesn't do anything to anyone out of the goodness of her heart, no matter what she says. Once Friday is over I'll be a free man without this homework cloud over my head, and I'll be able to deal with her better, on more even terms. And hey, if I have to fuck her more often, like she said, it's not exactly going to kill me.

I can't believe she'd seriously think I'd even consider ever being her boyfriend though! What chutzpah she has, I'll give her that. I mean, she's hot, there's no doubt about that. Had she toyed with her ass and bent over to show me her naked ass, I would have lost it altogether. But her heart is so black. No way!

Meanwhile, Heather thought, Okay. I'm starting to change Alan's perception of me and proving myself indispensable to him. I've got to keep doing nice things. "Nice." I'm capable of nice. I really am. Meanwhile, knock Glory and Amy out of the running without leaving any fingerprints. And how to use my blackmail material without losing the nice image I need to get him to willingly be my boyfriend? Maybe blackmail those around him, so he'll never know. Yes! For instance, use the incest evidence on Katherine instead of on him, and in a subtle way.

This unexpected assault on Alan plays right into my hands. I can say, "Look, Kath, you wouldn't want more harm to come to Alan, would you? What if those guys found out what you and he are doing with each other? He'd be lucky to get to jail before they kill him! Don't you think you two should just lay low with each other for a few months, and let me handle things?" It's perfect!

But then doubts began to hit her. But what if I fail? I never fail, ultimately, but I'll admit that I've had some bumps in the road lately when it comes to him. "Sharing didn't exactly work out" - that's an understatement! I really thought that if I couldn't compete with the emotional closeness he has with his sister, and maybe Glory or Amy too, I could make up for it with sheer quantity of quality pussy. But that sure backfired. Now Simone's all hot for him and I don't have a good feeling about that.

Just who is he sleeping with behind my back, anyways? Are there others beyond those three and the rest of the cheerleaders, and if so, what exactly are they doing to each other? I thought I was the only one with the skills and contacts to arrange an orgy, but maybe orgies are old hat for him, for all I know.

I need more information! I hardly know the guy at all except for the all important fact that I must have him as mine. He could have some fetish or passion that I could totally use to my advantage. I need to snoop, and dig up more dirt. I can't have another setback. If he finds out about my blackmail plan especially, my whole "nice girlfriend" plan will be ruined and then some, and then where will I be? Without a steady supply of quality fucking, that's where!

I mean, it's not like there aren't other guys, and no one can expect me to be loyal to just one man, even if it's Alan. But why are so many guys in this school such utter losers in bed? Fucking them gets so routine, and about the only plus to it is it's better than no fucking at all. Five minutes and out. "A female orgasm? What's that?" I'd rather be with true girls than those girly-men. At least they know how to go down and lick.

Now, Alan, he's in a whole different class. He really knows how to get me going. God, my ass! I can still practically feel his thick tree trunk up there. No one else even seems to know what anal sex IS, but Alan fucks my ass like he was born to do nothing but fuck it! He's slipping away from me with this "gotta spend more time with Glory" crap, and meanwhile my ass is so unfilled. It's been DAYS since he last fucked it and meanwhile all I'm left with to fuck are these losers like Rock. Spare me. Puh-lease! I couldn't even keep up the pretense anymore with that king of losers. Thank God that ordeal is over. I don't care if I don't win Homecoming Queen if it means I had to spend another month trying to get Rock's pathetic little noodle at least semi-hard. Too bad Alan didn't knock him on his ass. Anyways, I'll find another way to be the school queen than going with the star quarterback. I always win. Always!

Except these damn setbacks with Alan. He's mocking me the way he fucked Simone right in front of my face yesterday, and it pisses me off. Nobody mocks me. I can't lose him. Period. I never lose, because I have the guts, the brains, and the looks. And most importantly, Lady Luck absolutely loves me. I don't care what it takes, but Alan is going to be all mine!

CHAPTER 7

When Alan came home accompanied by Katherine, there was a big scene.

Susan fretted over him like a mother hen, and called Suzanne over immediately.

Suzanne fretted, and then Amy came over and fretted too. Suzanne especially stared at him like he'd been repeatedly run over by a car. Even she was surprised by the intensity of her reaction.

But there wasn't much any of them could do, because in fact Alan's wounds were superficial. He had a black eye and some bruises to the face that would last a couple of days, but other than that, he was fine.

Of course he had to show his penis to everyone. Many hands checked to make sure it was still okay despite the kicking it received, and that it could get just as hard as usual. He complained, "Do you all love me, or just my penis?"

Suzanne responded, "Oh, Sweetie, don't be so sore. Of course we all loved you dearly long before your medical treatments started and any of us even touched Alan Junior. But of all the body parts to injure, why did it have to be this one? Can you blame us for having a certain special fondness for it?"

Everyone reassured, he went to take a nap. He slept a long time.

Susan was extremely disappointed that Alan wasn't up for anything sexual, because she and Suzanne had hardly touched each other all morning. Both of them were recovering from too much dildo fun in the past two days. Now that everyone was home, Alan's injuries ruined any erotic mood that might have developed.

When Alan woke he felt much better. His penis hadn't gotten as much activity as usual since the morning before, and it felt great. He hit the books and studied well until dinner.

Actually, he mostly studied well, but faced a steady stream of interruptions. All four females repeatedly wandered in and out of his room, each one trying to act like Florence Nightingale. Alan found it especially endearing to see how doting the usually hard-nosed Suzanne was.

After a while, he signaled that his penis was ready for stealth stroking. Amy happened to be in the room when the mood struck him, so she got the job.

He had a desk that curved from where his computer was and stuck out into his room. Amy bent down under the desk so she could not only fondle, but also breathe on his penis. Plus, she was in position to give him a blowjob at a moment's notice if given permission. She tended to get carried away, and periodically Alan had to remind her not to lick as well.

That put Amy's ass in a very visible position for anyone walking into the room. Even he could see some of her round rump from where he sat.

As he did his algebra homework with Amy lightly blowing on and fondling his penis, Katherine walked in. She casually flipped up Amy's skirt and fondled her friend's exposed pussy the whole time she talked to Alan. When she left she kept the skirt that way, so that other visitors could also enjoy the excellent ass.

Susan chuckled when she came in and saw how Amy's ass hung there. She said, "Now, Amy, do a good job on his penis or else he's going to have to spank you. That's a boyfriend's prerogative.&quo