Susan, Suzanne, and Xania relaxed on lawn chairs beside the pool. There had been hardly any swimming in the pool in recent weeks, but Susan and Suzanne got a lot of use out of the lawn chairs. Xania felt a strange déjà vu when she returned to the pool, the site of one of her fucks with Alan earlier in the morning. She asked a bit naively, "So can anyone actually see you from here?"

Suzanne answered, "One can see through the trees from my house, if you go to Amy's room. But that's the only room. There is the odd chance that Brad or Eric could go to Amy's window and see what's happening over here, but luckily they're rarely home. If they were and one of them somehow saw, at worst they'd think I'm having an affair with Susan. That wouldn't be the end of the world, though. I hardly ever do anything out here with Alan though, and if I do I make doubly sure that no one's in my home."

Xania felt better knowing that. Nonetheless, she would periodically look up from whatever she was doing and recall with a start that in fact she was outside where strangers could potentially look in. She was surprised and a bit concerned that Susan and Suzanne seemed to pay no mind at all to this fact. From their point of view, the two of them had spent every morning for weeks lounging about naked in Susan's backyard without the slightest hint that anyone had seen them. But Xania didn't have this perspective gained over time.

The three women spent an extremely long time applying suntan lotion to each other. With everyone wearing dildos (and Susan wearing two), it wasn't hard to keep the erotic buzz going. The vast majority of lotion application for all of them naturally focused on the pelvic and upper chest regions. Xania wore a strap-on and used it on both Susan and Suzanne.

When they finished they just laid back and relaxed. Xania even fell asleep for a short nap.

When she woke up, however, she was all business. She took a quick dip in the pool to revive herself, and then sat up in her lawn chair, looking intently at Susan.

She said, "My work as your sex therapist today is not done. First off, I have a prescription to give you to condition your anus and rectum for frequent penetration by Alan and, I assume, a variety of strap-ons by everyone else. This isn't a prescription of pills, but of a routine. I want you to do the anal exercises I showed you earlier as a regular daily regimen. Keep your anal dildo fully inserted at least a couple hours a day, more if you can stand it."

She continued, "Then do the 'rectal crunches' I showed you and build up your muscle tone and grip strength in there. Once Alan feels what your anal exercises have done for your butt, he's going to want to push his penis in there all the time at the drop of a hat, just like you want him to. That in turn will make your ass stronger and even more fuckable, and it'll be a positive feedback loop. Before you know it, you'll have the most fuckable ass on Earth. You'll be able to squeeze his penis with your ass muscles so expertly that he'll want to LIVE in there!"

Susan gushed, "Then I'll be my Tiger's favorite butt slut, just like in my dreams!" She squished and squirmed happily at the thought.

"Indeed you will," Xania responded, trying to not to show too much excitement at the prospect. Even though this wasn't happening to her, she was happy that she could help Susan fulfill her fantasies.

Suzanne, however, wasn't happy. She thought, Curses! This sucks. I mean, I'm all for help and help alike, and I do want to turn over a new leaf, but dammit, I want to be Alan's favorite butt slut! Alan's penis should live in MY ass, except for all the times it's in my cunt instead. Well, I'm not going to do anything to hinder Susan. That was a mistake I'll never repeat. But there's no harm in me following all of Xania's advice too. In fact, I'll do double the exercises Susan does! By the time I'm through I'll be able to bend steel bars with my butt muscles. Heh-heh! I'll get my butt to look even better than my daughter's delicious tush. Naturally, he'll repeatedly bend us over and fuck us all, but with my sexual skills and dedication he's gonna end up picking me the most.

Oblivious to Suzanne's jealousies and issues, Xania continued with Susan, "You'll also need to pay closer attention to your lubrication than you have been up till now. I like your enthusiasm in lubing yourself up each morning, but if what you did today is any indication, I think you haven't been using quite enough, especially on the inside. I'm also glad to announce that Suzanne told me she's all too happy to help you along with your anal education, not to mention your lactation needs as you get your tits fully prepared for Alan."

Suzanne indeed was very willing to help, but she expected similar help in return from Susan once Xania was gone. At the insistence of her friends, Susan "practiced" her anal exercises and dildo insertions for them again while Suzanne and Xania just sat back and watched her while offering words of encouragement. Supposedly they were watching to make sure she was doing them right, but they were watching more because it was such an arousing sight to see the formerly prudish Susan fuck her own ass with such lustful abandon.

As Susan pumped her exercise toys in and out of her ass, she once again revisited her fantasies. Susan's imaginings returned to her favorite old idea of being bent over at a ninety degree angle, and having Alan shove his meaty penis right up her ass.

Suzanne and Xania were enjoying the show that Susan was putting on, but wanted to know what she was thinking about that made her so happy.

Susan gave a fond sigh. "Well, there are so many things, so many fantasies. For instance, I have this recurring daydream that my Tiger comes home from school and finds me working naked in the kitchen, with my butt bent over at a perfect right angle, lubed up and ready to be fucked." She picked up the pace of her anal self-masturbation a little. "Without saying a word he just drops his shorts and pushes his big, manly, MASSIVE penis into my eager and horny little butt. He doesn't need to say anything because he does it so many times a day that there's no need for words." Susan slowed down fucking her own ass until she was using the long, slow, luxurious strokes that Alan had pumped her with the day before that drove her to distraction so effectively. She sighed and arched her back, working her anus and rectum around 'her Tiger' the way she had learned, and was now learning to crave. She mumbled, "Mmmm, how was your day, dear?"

"Very good Susan, just like that." Xania murmured, hypnotically. "Keep going, just like that. That's a good mommy. Good mommies get their asses fucked so very much, every single day." Susan cooed and purred at that idea, while Suzanne snickered at how easy it was to get a reaction from her best friend. "Any other visualizations along those lines that come to mind?"

"Well, I have this weird idea that I could never ever sit down, or even lay down. Any time my ass touches something, Alan's penis magically appears right between my cheeks and slides far into the depths of my ass. There's no way to stop it! If I move over a few inches, his penis is somehow there instead. I'm not talking about Alan being there. In fact, he might be watching me the whole time. I'm not talking about a dildo, either. I'm talking about his real penis, but detached, somehow always ready to appear wherever it's needed. I have to do my housework, and if I get at all tired and have to sit, there's his penis, filling my ass! Maybe I lean against the refrigerator door for a minute, just to catch my breath after vacuuming."

She went on, "But his penis is there as soon as my ass hits it. There's no escape! I try to work, really I do, but I get so tired, and I can't stay on my feet forever. Finally I give up and sit down in a chair, but of course I can't sit without being completely anally penetrated! His penis appears right in the middle of the seat and impales me! I bounce up and down for joy and grasp hold of the armrests as I reach a climax. But the armrests have turned into penises too! Of course I start jacking them off, because that's what good mommies do."

Suzanne mumbled, "Yes. Good mommies do!" She was just as busy frigging herself as Susan was, though she tried to do it surreptitiously. She didn't want Susan or Xania to know that she was nearly as horny as Susan, for just as many hours of the day.

Susan continued, "I open my mouth in great surprise, and another copy of Alan's penis fills the open hole! He takes me everywhere, all the time! I have no choice! I have to submit completely! Utterly! His penis is everywhere! Take me, Alan! Ram that tree trunk of yours up my ass crack! You know just where! God! Unh!"

Susan had mentally pushed herself over the edge with her fantasy. Her hands flew about frantically and it was just a matter of moments before she would succeed in pushing herself through a particularly massive orgasm.

But then Xania said calmly, "Nice visualization exercise, but please hold it right there." It seemed Susan didn't hear or didn't want to hear, so Xania repeated more forcefully, "Hold it right there!"

Susan's hands reluctantly came to a halt. "Hold it? What are you talking about? How am I supposed to stop?"

"That's good," Xania said benignly, as if it was no problem at all to start or stop on a dime. "We need you to complete some more exercises before you can cum."

"Okay, but hurry! I'm only human," she breathed, her chest heaving. "What is it, already?"

Suzanne could see where Xania was going with this, which was keeping Susan delightfully frustrated. Keeping her voice pitched low and sexy (and keeping her fingers rubbing her own clit), Suzanne spoke quietly to Susan. "First, take your toys out of your holes." She waited until Susan reluctantly complied. "Now, without cumming or touching anywhere near your privates, I have another visualization exercise for you. Imagine that it's been a long day and you're working in the kitchen. Naturally, you're buck-naked. Your breasts are full of milk near to bursting and you really need to be drained."

Susan instantly visualized herself in the fantasy Suzanne was describing. "Ohhhhh," She groaned, as if her breasts really were painfully full. Her pussy and asshole felt empty without her toys in them and she wanted to do something about that, but she couldn't touch them or her tits with her hands. So she sat up and brought her upper body up against the back of the lawn chair and tried to rub her nipples up against an edge. She figured she could try that until someone told her she couldn't. She hoped that could help relieve the imaginary pressure in her milk-heavy breasts, which felt very real to her, thanks to Suzanne's commands.

Suzanne seemed to allow her rubbing and continued, "Alan walks into the kitchen, in the buff. He's just gotten home from school and this is the first time you've seen him and his motherfucking penis all day. What do you do? Does he first help you with your tits or your ass?"

Xania nodded to herself, Interesting little fantasy situation that Suzanne's cooked up there. I wonder how Susan will react to this scenario, especially since it may very possibly become a regular daily event for her.

Susan asked while she continued to press her tits back and forth against the back of the lawn chair, "Is he hard?" The rubbing just barely failed to push her over the edge.

Suzanne grinned. "Susan! Who are we talking about here? 'Is he hard?' Don't you know your own son? Is his penis ever not throbbingly, massively erect and ready for a good sucking or hole stuffing?"

"Oh! Yes! YES! You're right! I'm sorry."

Suzanne grabbed a strap-on dildo from the pile and silently put it on with Xania's assistance. It had a clit clamp that was guaranteed to drive her wild with each thrust. She was terribly ready to cum after all her subtle frigging and figured this would push her over the edge.

Susan's eyes remained closed as part of the "visualization exercise," so she didn't have any idea what her two friends were up to. In her mind's eye she could see Alan standing in front of her with a tremendously massive erection pointing directly at her. However, she could also feel the insistent pressure in her breasts too, as if they were really sloshing about with milk. If she bent over for him to put his penis in her butt, he wouldn't be able to suck her nipples and drink her milk. But if she brought his mouth to her desperate nipples, he wouldn't be able to put his penis in her like she so obviously needed him to.

"Tiger, mommy has a little problem." Susan confessed to her imaginary son, blushing a little as she squirmed around in need. "My ass is empty and my breasts are full." She started breathing even more heavily, her chest rising and falling like mighty ocean waves in a storm. "Can you, can you sit in a chair facing me so I can just sit on your lap? That way I can sit on your prick while you suckle at my teats. Hurry! They're about to burst with milky goodness!"

Suzanne was a little surprised by Susan's resolution of the conflict. She'd wanted to see which erogenous zone was more important to Susan, the tits or the ass, but she couldn't get an answer. She whispered an idea to Xania, then sat on Susan's lawn chair between her thighs, and pulled those splayed thighs up over her own.

Suzanne scooted around until she had her strap-on dildo pointing right at Susan's asshole. Suzanne spread the orifice open ever so slightly with the tip of her plastic cock. Then she teased Susan until neither of them could take it any more and plunged in with the strap-on. Susan pulled her friend to her straining breasts, which Suzanne happily licked and sucked while pumping away in Susan's backside from the front.

Unable to resist Susan's boobs any longer, Xania settled in behind Susan and reached around, groping, fondling and squeezing Susan's breasts. She offered them up to Suzanne for sucking, and Suzanne gladly accepted the offer, again and again.

The three of them greatly enjoyed the "Susan sandwich," as they called it. Suzanne eventually got the climax she wanted, and then some, and so did Susan. Xania was less of a focus and didn't worry about her pleasure, but was content simply to play with Susan's boobs as long as she could.

Once they were more or less recovered, Xania sat up and gave Susan a bit of a lecture. "It seems that your brain isn't just controlled by your tits. Your tits, cunt, and ass all vie for control over you. In fact, it's amazing you can get any nonsexual thinking done at all. The way I look at it, there's a whole bunch of things turning you into an utterly divine creature of erotic pleasure.

"First of all, there's your age. At 37, you're reaching the peak of your sex drive. Since you've been so repressed all your life, your sex drive is absolutely exploding now that you've finally uncorked the bottle. Secondly, you're seriously in love. I don't know if you've ever really been in love before..."

Xania flicked her eyes briefly over at Suzanne, including her in this second point. Her glance said, This is just as true for you as it is for Susan.

Susan answered, "No, not really. Not like this. I mean, I was more talked into marriage with my husband Ron than anything. People told me he was the perfect catch. But I never had the all-consuming, burning, lusty passion I have now." Her eyes glazed over as her face took on a dreamy expression.

Suzanne meanwhile was thinking about her past loves. In fact, she was different from Susan in that she had been truly in love with her husband once, but it seemed so long ago that she could barely recall it.

Xania replied to Susan, "Ah. I see. So true love is also peaking for you along with your newfound lust. So what if the man you love is your own son? That just makes it all the more arousing, doesn't it? This love sets up a positive feedback loop between your sexual urges and your love urges, which only sends you spiraling higher and higher. So my advice is to just sit back and enjoy the ride.

"Third, and this is a big one, you're rejecting all the moral values which have held you down since you were a little kid. You played by the rules and did all the right things, but your uptight, Midwestern upbringing has brought you nothing but sadness and a lack of fulfillment, hasn't it?"

Susan nodded sadly.

"You did everything you were supposed to and married the ideal man, according to what everyone said, but you were left miserable, with a loveless marriage and an empty bed. This helps explain why the naughtier the sex, the more you love it. Every time you take your son's hefty penis inside your ass, you're reaffirming your rejection of everything you previously believed in and embracing your newly awakened self. Did you ever think while doing something really crazy with Alan or Suzanne or someone else, 'If they could only see me now'?"

"Only all the time! And you're right. It's such a great feeling. Shameful, yet so invigorating! It makes me feel so alive."

"Well, there you go. Anal sex is one symbol of your transformation from an ignorant prudish waste of a perfect body into your new self, a vibrantly alive and fully sexual woman for the first time in your life! Love it! Revel in it. Rejoice! Get fucked in every hole as often as you can!"

Susan lay back, and it seemed as if every muscle in her whole body relaxed all at once, leaving her as contented as a purring kitten.

CHAPTER 2

Suzanne felt envious. She said to Xania, "You give such good advice. Damn, you're good at this! I wanna be like Susan! How can I let go and get that expression on my face, the one she's wearing right now? I'm so much more uptight than her to begin with. What's wrong with me?"

Xania pointed out, "You've already talked to me about this, but I never got around to giving you my thoughts. You're having control issues. You just can't seem to let go. And you said that when you did, you're afraid of losing yourself in a submissive way to Alan."

"Yes. Yes. Exactly. Now that you've spent some time around the house, can't you see the problem?"

"I sure can. Last night I was shouting for him to tame me with his big dick. There's a crazy vibe around this house. Maybe it has to do with the smell, or the constant sight of incredibly gorgeous, naked, or scantily dressed women. I don't know. But if I were here for weeks at a time I imagine it would take all of my willpower not to give in to Alan's domination too. It just seems like the thing to do, when everyone else is doing it and feeling so happy as a result. Like you, I don't want to give in. That's not my natural way. I admire how happy Susan and Katherine are, but I'm just not the submissive type. I'd fight it."

"Exactly!" Suzanne enthused. "I'm fighting it. But it's so hard because Alan is so incredible! How can even a dominant woman like me resist his sexual power? It takes all my willpower. That's why I can't give in and enjoy myself as much as they do." Suzanne sighed in frustration as she thought about her schemes and her secrets. She particularly thought about her greatest secret, the way she initiated the six times a day ruse, and also recalled how she nearly gave that secret away earlier in the morning. Even thinking about these things caused her to tense up.

Xania however, remained undeterred. "That's where you're wrong. Letting go is not the same as submitting to another. I think I have greater immunity against this strange submissive vibe here, because I can tell the difference. Here. Let me teach you."

"But how?" Suzanne asked.

"First of all, you have to be as honest as you can. We all have secrets, and that's fine. But many of them are secrets of pride. Part of letting go is clearing your head of petty worries. Look at Susan. Do you think she's letting a million little things stress her out right now?"

Suzanne looked over at her best friend. Susan appeared to be in a state of total bliss. Suzanne felt the envy again, knowing that Susan often looked like that even when she wasn't stuffed to the gills with dildos. "Okay. I have a confession to make. It's my CUNT. I don't go on and on about it like Susan does, but my cunt controls me in the same way Susan's tits and ass control her. Okay? I mean, it's embarrassing to know that half of what I do is because my cunt is demanding that I do it. If you only knew some of the things I've done to keep it happy...." Again the six times a day secret came to the fore of her mind. Slashing the tires of the scoutmaster's van the week before popped into her head a moment later. She tried to push these memories away as quickly as she could.

"That's good. You see? Now we'll have a better idea of how to arouse you." Xania immediately reached for Suzanne's pussy and tried fingering it.

However, Suzanne closed her legs to keep Xania at bay. "No! Don't! It's too sensitive! And I don't just mean now. Feeding it just makes it hungrier! A couple of weeks ago I tried wearing one of those internal dildos all day long, and I damn near turned into a blithering idiot. I was much better off before Alan started fucking me. That woke up my cunt and now it's taking over my life. I fear I'm losing control!"

Xania pointed out, "There's the control issue again. Suzanne, here's something to remember. You have great friends. I'd like to think that I can be a really good friend in your life and give you help and advice when you need it. But even if I'm out of the picture, you have your best friends here. Alan, Katherine, and Susan, and of course your daughter Amy. Trust them. If you go too far on something, they'll be there to help out. It's like a trust fall that companies make their employees do. Let go, and know that they'll be there to catch you. Don't feel like you have to be the responsible one for all of them and that you have to hold back mentally because of that. Look at Alan. He's as maxed out with sexual pleasure as a person can be, and yet he still maintains a good grip on things. You have a strong will, Suzanne. You can do it. Let yourself go and you'll be able to experience the ultimate ecstasies."

"But how?" Suzanne asked with exasperation.

"We're going to do a little trust exercise. Susan, could you help me here?" Xania directed Susan to get a blindfold and earplugs from the house, which Susan did. They put them on Suzanne so she could no longer see or hear clearly.

Then Xania and Susan toyed with Suzanne's body in the same way that Xania and Suzanne had played with Susan's body for most of the morning. They kept her on an orgasmic cloud nine. Suzanne was amazed what a difference the loss of sight especially made. The blindfold was on tight, leaving her completely blind. Her legs and arms weren't tied up at all, so she was free to go where she wanted, but the loss of sight left her extremely dependent. She wanted and needed to trust the others. As time went on, Suzanne slowly let go mentally and increasingly gave in to whatever they were doing to her. But it wasn't an issue of dominance and submission, it was an issue of realizing that one was with loved ones and that there was no reason to worry.

Xania and Susan tried their best to constantly surprise Suzanne. She never knew where they'd touch her next, or what new and exciting thing they'd do to her. Her sense of touch was greatly heightened by the loss of sight, and soon it seemed as if any touch anywhere could induce an orgasm in her. They mostly explored her pussy, since they now knew that was Suzanne's mental and sexual weak spot. One or the other seemed to always be working on her G-spot or her clit, if not both. There was no need for talking since Suzanne couldn't hear, but she was wordlessly led from one brain-melting orgasm to another. She found that she completely and utterly gave up control to her friends, and it was good. She'd let go, and didn't feel submissive in the process. She was overjoyed.

The exercise eventually came to an end and Suzanne's blindfold and earplugs were removed.

The first thing Suzanne did was give Xania a big kiss on the lips. She said, "You have no idea how much that meant to me! That was beyond incredible! I swear to God, this giving of sexual advice is your calling. Your true calling." But then her face clouded over with doubts again. "The only problem is what if it's with Alan instead of other women? Will I still have that submissive feeling? When he gives me mind-bending climaxes like the kind I just had, and he gives them so very often, I become incredibly needy for him. I'm ready and willing to crawl across the floor and lick his feet, just to have more sex like that." Her mind flashed back to her moment of great shame when she had crawled across the floor for him in abject desperation.

"And what would be so bad about that? So you're dominant in some ways and a toe licker in others. Many doms have their sub moments, and vice versa. Live with it. Just do what makes you feel good. I know you, and now I know Alan and Susan, and even Katherine. Everyone is so good, so kind, that you can't go wrong no matter what you do. Trust them."

Suzanne actually cried tears of joy at hearing that. She was so overwhelmed that she felt like her heart would burst with pure happiness. "This is it! I've found my family. I've found my life. Susan, I love you! I love your children. I love Amy! Let's spend the rest of our lives together, loving each other."

Susan found herself crying too, and she hugged and kissed Suzanne for some time. Then she said, "I'm so ahead of you. That's been my thought for a long time now. As far as I'm concerned, you're family now. I just hope and pray that Alan will always want us. He keeps loving more and more people. What if he goes off to college and leaves us behind? I'll just die."

Suzanne said, "Don't worry. We won't let that happen." Inwardly she thought, I love all this mushy, lovey-dovey stuff. I just want to dive head first into it! I've never felt unconditional love before, except for the special love I have with Brad and Amy. But at the same time I've still got my scheming side. And if Alan thinks he's going to skip town for any reason and leave us behind, he's got another thing coming. I have a vision of him showing up in a college dormitory and finding the four of us as his new hallmates. Wouldn't that be funny? But he won't leave us. He loves us far too much to do that.

Susan nodded sagely. "However, those kinds of thoughts are too selfish of me. Alan should do what he wants. I have to remember that he's the master, the man of the house, and we're just his lusty busty sex toys!" She shivered with excitement just at saying that. She liked the internal rhyme and made a mental note to use "lusty busty" more often. "True, we're his friends and family, but sexually we're his to do whatever he wants with us, and we shouldn't attempt to resist or force limitations on him. If he wants to run off to college and fuck nothing but nubile teenagers, he should do that. Remember my Big Tits Theory, Suzanne? God put big-titted women like us on Earth to be constantly fucked. Of course God naturally made us bisexual, too, but only a few men are worthy of having us. That's why God gave me Alan as a son, because we big-titters need a strong man to train us and keep us. We thrive in a harem. The bigger the tits, the more we need to be fucked and put in our place!"

Suzanne replied, "You're just saying that because you know that he'll always come back to you."

"And you," Susan corrected. "He'll always come back to you, too."

Suzanne just nuzzled her face into Susan's shoulder and cooed happily. Then she remembered the need to keep Susan's nipples stimulated so she'd begin to lactate, so she dropped down a little further and began contentedly suckling on a nipple.

Xania was surprised, and more than a little shocked. She said, "Susan, you don't really believe in this so-called Big Tits Theory of yours, do you?"

Susan didn't reply. She'd already fallen back into her blissed out mode.

Xania persisted, "And you Suzanne? Don't tell me you buy this crackpot theory!"

Suzanne felt the need to reply and temporarily halted her suckling just long enough to talk. "Well, no. Not per se, not completely. But you have to agree that it has a certain amount of merit. I mean, you look around and it seems that the bigger the tits a woman has, the more they need to be fucked. Look at you with your powerful sex drive. Look at Brenda. She has the biggest tits and she's the most easily aroused of us all. And we are all bisexual. Maybe it's not totally crazy. Maybe better endowed women are also endowed with more sensitivity and stronger sex drives."

Xania shook her head disapprovingly. Wow. I thought I was diagnosing them pretty well, but there's so much I don't know about them. They're WAY into this! And Suzanne. She's really surprising me by not laughing away Susan's theory outright, if one could even dignify it with the word "theory.'' Perhaps raving, lusty, wish-fulfilling fantasy is more accurate. Maybe I was at least partially wrong about this whole letting go and control issue. Perhaps Suzanne is submitting to Alan in an unhealthy way? She glanced up at the position of the sun in the sky. Damn. I guess I'll have to find out the answer to that and much more next time I'm around. It looks to be past noon already. Time flies when you're having fun. Shucks.

Xania stayed a bit longer but announced she'd have to return home soon. She suckled at Susan's right nipple for about twenty minutes while Suzanne kept sucking on the left, but eventually the other two got more excited while exhaustion caught up with her. But once they reached climax she announced that she'd decided to head home while she still had the energy. There were hugs and kisses all around as Xania made to leave.

Dressed by the front door with the other two still naked (and still stuffed with dildos), Xania left them with some parting advice. "There's so much more we didn't have time to talk about. But there's one issue I didn't get to talk to Alan about this morning and I don't want to completely miss it with you two, either. I'm concerned about Alan's attitude regarding sexual diseases and pregnancy. It seems that he's fucking any available female hole he wants, without thinking of the consequences. He seems to be going through a troublesome patch right now, but just think how fucked he would be if he went and made some strange girl pregnant at this point."

She raised an eyebrow. "Not to mention sexually transmitted diseases. If he gets something, he's probably going to give it to all of you, and a dozen lives will be ruined. Imagine AIDS. Gonorrhea. Herpes. It's not pretty. I STRONGLY suggest that everyone in this circle of partners get tested immediately. Then you should talk to him about vigilance with contraception and limiting partners. If you're in this for the long haul, there needs to be some responsible limits."

Susan and Suzanne both agreed, and resolved to get started with the testing. They thanked Xania profusely for her knowledge and wisdom. Then, after even more hugs and kisses, they let her leave.

CHAPTER 3

Alan had time in his last two classes to think about what to say and what attitude to take when he was to meet Heather after school. I'm in a very weak position. Right now I need things from her. First off, I've got to get this 20 page paper that one of her nerdy adoring fans is writing for her, poor schmuck. To think that just a few months ago I was almost pathetic enough to do the same thing as that guy. Almost, but not quite. Anyways, if I don't get that before tomorrow morning, I'm going to plain fail out of one of my classes. Well, a C at best. That'll throw off my chances to get into college, big time. It's horrible that I'm having someone else do my schoolwork for me, so it serves me right to be in this spot. The old Alan would never have done this. I'm slowly losing my mind to my libido, it seems.

But that's not all. Thanks to my previous failures, I also have to rely on Heather to keep the football players away. Today I got nasty looks from all kinds of people, especially the big jocks. She's the only one with the power to keep them away, due to her "special relationship" with half the team. She has me over a barrel.

On the other hand, I have her over an even bigger barrel. She seems to want me to be her boyfriend, as crazy as that sounds. And apparently she's quite intent on it, in her typical "Heather must have it or kill everyone trying" kind of way. The logical thing would be to walk in there and say that we both need things from each other, be reasonable, and work out a truce. But I'm not going to do that. I've thought about this for over an hour, and I've decided that one simply cannot give an inch to Heather or she'll end up walking all over you. I have the advantage of that fact that she's a little bit awed by me. My only choice is to walk in there and bluff my way through it with a strong showing that allows for no weakness or compromises.

He strode to the theater room with purpose and determination as soon as his last class let out. But right as he got to the door, he found Janice there. She apparently knew he was going to be there and intercepted him. He was annoyed, but tried to appear friendly. "Hi Janice. What's up?" She rested right on the door so he couldn't get past her.

"Oh, not much." There clearly was something going on because Janice was nervous and fidgety.

Alan felt impatient. He took the opportunity this pause in his rush gave him to reach into his pocket and dial in a new setting to Glory's vaginal vibrator. He'd continued to do that very occasionally during his fifth and sixth periods, but more frequently and with higher settings in the break in between. Then he said to Janice, "I can tell you want to talk about something important. Something's obviously bothering you."

Janice kept her eyes downcast and shyly nodded her head.

"Okay, but can it wait a few minutes? I'm supposed to meet Heather here. I'll just be a couple minutes and then I can come out and have more time to talk. How does that sound?"

Janice readily agreed.

Alan knocked on the theater room door and Heather let him in. The door closed and locked itself behind him.

They eyed each other warily. Alan stared with all the intensity he could muster. Then he said, "I don't even know if I want to talk to you. ... I'll talk on one condition. You give me the key to this room."

Heather protested, "But that's the only key! I tried to make a copy, but none of the key shops would break the law to do it. I have to have that key!" They both knew that the key was much more than a simple key. It was the only access into the theater room, the perfect place for sexual shenanigans in school. Heather's control over it gave her a lot of power over the other cheerleaders.

"You should have thought about that before you started spreading lies. Either you give me the key right now, or I'm walking. And don't say you don't have it on you because you couldn't have gotten in here without it."

Heather again tried to size him up. He looked livid and aggressive. He'd been working on his look and mentally practicing it, and he'd gotten himself emotionally worked up to make sure he could be convincing. They stared at each other, until Heather flinched. She turned aside and said dismissively, "I'll give you the key, but only if you agree to the foll-"

"SHUT UP, BITCH! Did you hear me? Give me the key. NOW. Or I'm leaving. You don't make ANY conditions!"

Heather had never seen Alan like this. She didn't know he could be like this. He barely knew he could be like this. She meekly fished into her pockets and handed him the key.

This didn't seem to please him, as he stayed just as angry as before. "I lied. That's not the only thing you have to do. Get naked, and then I'm going to tie up your hands and blindfold your eyes. Then maybe we can get somewhere." He recalled his own blindfolding experience with Glory many days earlier. He could never forget just how helpless being blind could make one feel. Xania's complaints about helplessness from earlier in the morning also helped inspire the binding of her hands.

Heather was actually quite eager to obey these commands, because she hoped it meant that Alan was about to fuck her, and she knew that would always be a very good thing. But then she raised a practical point. "With what? Did you bring a rope? A blindfold?"

"No. We'll use your panties to lash your wrists together behind your back, and if that isn't strong enough we'll use your bra, too."

Heather's hands automatically reached up and defensively clutched at her sports bra, hard enough to inadvertently pop out a hardening nipple. "Now wait a minute, you don't expect me to just let you..." Her voice trailed off as she saw the resolute determination harden in his eyes.

"Get to it. NOW! And no talking. Period!"

Alan felt a bit like a Marine sergeant, but the approach worked. Heather quickly stripped. Her panties stretched to make an excellent binding for her wrists. Then he pulled out Glory's panties, which he'd taken from her at the end of lunch. They were still wet with her pussy juices. He said in a no-nonsense tone of voice, "Here's your blindfold," and wrapped them around her head. They pulled exceptionally tight and went completely around with enough fabric left over to tie together at the back of her head. He purposely put the wettest part of Glory's panties right over Heather's mouth.

She muffled out, "Gross! What is this disgusting shit?"

"It's called humiliation. I also said no talking, so you're going to have to pay for that. As punishment, I'm going to go now and leave you to stew for a while. I want you positioned with your ass high up in the air and your butthole ready for whatever I feel like doing to it. Remember that I have the key now. If I walk back into this room and see you in the exact same position, with your hands still tied, your eyes still blindfolded, and your ass proudly thrust up high, then maybe, just maybe, I'll fuck you up the ass. If not, then I certainly won't. Ever. So it's all up to you. Good-bye."

Alan made a quick exit from the theater without looking back. He left behind a completely bewildered, amazed, bound, and blindfolded cheerleader. She didn't expect that kind of treatment from him and still couldn't figure out what to say or how to act.

He closed the door and leaned up against the outside of it, huffing and puffing more from mental exertion than anything else. I did it! Phase one has worked!

"Alan?"

He looked around and realized Janice was still there, still wanting to talk. So he collected his wits and tried to focus on Janice. She turned out to be very eager to talk, and once she got started she practically poured her soul out to him. She wanted to talk to him about Joy. She hoped that with his great sexual experience he could give her some advice.

It turned out that thanks to the orgy Alan attended with Janice, Joy, Heather, and Simone two days before, Janice and Joy had broken a barrier and were engaging in lesbian sex with each other. But, ironically given her name, Joy felt no joy. Janice could only make Joy do anything with her by saying that Heather had ordered them to practice, but for Joy it had all the pleasure of a dental visit. When she'd said she wasn't a lesbian or bisexual, she was absolutely right.

Joy did get a little bit of satisfaction when lapping at Janice's pussy, simply from knowing that she'd managed to make her best friend cum and made her happy. But it was nearly impossible for Janice to get Joy to cum, and if she did, the victory was a very hollow one, for both of them. Janice wanted Alan to tell her what to do, how to make her best friend turn into her lesbian lover as well.

Alan was stumped. He had at least a glimmering of how much Janice was in love with Joy, and he really wanted to help, but he didn't know what to say. He thought, I'm really the wrong person to ask. I kind of figured all women were naturally bisexual if given the right opportunity. But what better, more loving opportunity does Joy have than with Janice? And yet, still nothing. That little "insight" pretty much wipes out all my "expertise." Shit.

He tried to explain to Janice that sometimes when you love someone they don't love you back, and that's all there is to it. There's nothing you can do about it, and the more you try to force it, the more painful it gets. He pointed out that physical love was just one kind of love, and that the love Janice and Joy shared was obviously a strong one and possibly a lifelong one. He suggested she revel in that, and try to avoid physical contact with Joy for a while as further such encounters might only make things worse in reminding Janice what might have been. He promised to get Heather to back off from forcing them together, if that was a problem.

Janice cried quite a lot on his shoulder. He felt a bit of a cad, since his advice was so wildly at odds with his own life. He pretty much demanded physical love from every beautiful female he wanted it from, and he dangerously played with their emotions in the process. He'd even put Janice and Joy together without thinking during the orgy with Simone. It was like he was juggling many women's hearts in the air, and it was only a matter of time until they came crashing down. Yet he was proud of his advice. He liked to think that it came from the "good" Alan, and that it would do Janice some good.

Unfortunately, thinking of the "good" Alan reminded him of the "bad" Alan and the situation with Heather waiting on the other side of the door. He asked Janice what time it was and when she told him he realized he'd kept Heather waiting for over twenty minutes. That was much longer than he'd planned, but the conversation with Janice had taken on a life of its own. He gently kissed away Janice's tears while he gave her a warm farewell hug. He gave her an open invitation to come and talk to him about anything at any time. He figured the discussion had brought them much closer together.

CHAPTER 4

The fact that Janice had wanted to talk to him had given him the idea of making Heather wait, and in that it worked perfectly. He opened the door, and to his genuine surprise, he saw Heather still propped up in the position he'd commanded her to assume, with her head resting on a couch but her ass thrust up high. He realized that the bindings keeping here there were completely symbolic. She could have torn through her panties and stood up in seconds if she so desired.

But the problem with the Janice discussion was that his earlier anger was almost completely gone, and instead he felt very contemplative, pondering the meaning of love. He didn't want to feel that way. He wanted to intimidate Heather some more. But he just didn't have it in him.

He walked over to her, and said in a calm voice, "Very good. I'm proud of you. You'll get your fuck now, assuming we work everything else out. Sorry to keep you waiting so long, but something came up. I ran into someone in the hallway, and well... Sorry. Feel free to talk and move about now."

He thought, This is exactly how I shouldn't act with Heather. I have to keep her off balance. Forget apologies! He resolved to take a different tone.

Heather immediately sat up on the couch and pulled her arms apart, ripping the panties binding her hands completely in two. Then she ripped the underwear off of her face and spat, wiping Glory's drying pussy juices off her face. She grumbled, "Took you long enough," but was otherwise sullen and silent, and even her grumble was surprisingly quiet and subdued.

That only made Alan more sorry about what he did to her earlier. What was I thinking? That thing with the soiled panties was just plain cruel. And I can't even imagine how much madder she'd be if she knew they were Glory's. I hate the bad Alan! Am I going to be the kind of guy who hits women? Where is this going to stop? I feel like he was in total control, but now the good Alan is back in control. Hmm. ... Well, maybe there's a silver lining. Maybe I can take advantage of this Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde aspect of my personality, if I can play this right.

He stood before Heather and said, "Heather, what I did may have seemed cruel, but I did it to make a point. I have a good side and a bad side. I let my bad side rage earlier because I was so mad at you. But then I purposely went to cool off so I could come back and show you my normal good side. I hardly ever act like I did before. In fact, I don't think I've ever gone that far. But you're the one who drove me to it. You totally piss me off. What do you want from me? Do you want me to be that way with you? Is that what you're trying to do?"

"No!" For the first time she felt like she could talk freely. "I like it when you're abusive during sex, but that's good abusive. What you did to me just now was bad abusive. The waiting was horrible. My legs fucking ache. I can't believe you made me do that!"

"So why did you wait? Why did you give me the key? Why didn't you just spit in my face?"

She was contemplative. "Hmm. I thought about that a lot while I waited. Believe you me, I was so close to bolting, but I didn't. I don't know why. I guess you have a certain hold over me. Of course I wanted the assfuck, but there's a lot more to it than that. I want to be friends with you, but I keep fucking things up. Alan, I..." She was going to say, "love you" but then pulled back at the last moment. She didn't want to tell anyone that, no matter what. It would be a sign of weakness. She finished rather lamely, "... like you. A lot. I know that I have an antagonistic relationship with most people, but I have good friends too. Look at Simone, for instance. We have our ups and downs, but we're solid friends."

"How often do you stab her in the back with malicious lies?"

Heather had no answer to that and could only hang her head in shame and guilt. Shame for the truth of what he said, and guilt for having been caught doing it. She actually felt guilty, now, about what she'd done, and didn't like the feeling. However, she wouldn't have felt bad had she not been caught.

"Heather, what you did was completely beyond the pale. I don't care if you tangle with me. I've gotten myself involved with you, and it's up to me to deal with what comes from that. But why Glory? And why Amy? What have they ever done to you? They hardly even know you. And yet you spread these vicious lies about them all over school. That's not exactly what I call endearing."

Heather was surprisingly silent and abashed. She didn't want to have to say the obvious, she just wanted the unpleasantness to be over with as soon as possible.

Alan did it for her. "I know why you picked them. Because I'm physically involved with both of them, and you want to break those bonds. You want to be my girlfriend, and they're competition. That's how you do things: eliminate the competition on your way to the top. But you can't do that to get someone to genuinely like you or even love you. If you somehow manage it, it will ring hollow because you know it's a sham."

Heather wouldn't have minded a sham terribly much if it got her Alan as a boyfriend who gave her continual, fantastic, soul-searing sex, but she was smart enough not to say that.

Instead, she stood up to better look him in the eye, and stated honestly and calmly, "I know the smart thing would be to be nice, but I don't know how to be nice. Plus, let's face it, my best might not be good enough. I've given this a lot of thought. Let's get the 500-pound gorilla out in the open. There's your relationship with your sister. I can't compete with that. She's beautiful, kind, and to top it all off, a great fuck. I know this last point first hand. And she's your sister and you're thick as thieves. Amy's pretty much the same, and you've known her forever, too. Ditto with Glory. She's got all kinds of good qualities, and everyone knows you've had a crush on her for years. That's some tough competition! Meanwhile, I know I have my less than good points. Beauty can't win it for me every single time. So I thought cheating would be my only chance to win."

Alan was surprised how calm and reasonable he and Heather were acting. He'd originally come into the room expecting a knock out, drag down fight, but the wait with Janice had somehow caused that to blow over. His anger was coming back a bit when he reminded himself what she'd done with her rumor-mongering, but it wasn't like before.

He said, also calmly, "Heather, I'm glad you're being honest. I'll be honest, too. You're right. The odds of you being my girlfriend are extremely small, especially if you expect some kind of exclusive relationship. The fact is, those three aren't the full extent of it. I have serious physical relationships with about a dozen women. Most of them are intense and loving. You've got the intense, I'll give you that, but where's the loving? Ever since I really learned how to fuck, women are coming to me like bees to honey. For instance, there was this AMAZING woman I didn't even know a couple months ago who recently declared herself to be my complete and utter sex slave. You think I'm going to turn all that down just for you? No chance in hell."

He continued, "However, I think you know that. You know how much I sleep around, but you sleep around nearly as much as I do, if not more, so you're the last one who should complain or make demands as to who else I'm involved with. We're the types that can't be confined to a normal, monogamous relationship anyways. So, if you accept that I have all that, and you want to publicly be my girlfriend here in school, I might consider that, but not unless you did quite A LOT to make it happen."

She didn't take that seriously. "You'd never break up with Amy for me." Inwardly she still devilishly thought, Unless I do something to ruin Amy for you.

He replied, "You're right. Amy's too amazing, and I love her deeply, which is something you haven't got going for you. But I'd be willing to be boyfriends to both her AND you, but only if you can prove yourself worthy. There are zillions of high school boys who have gone out with more than one girl at a time. Big deal." He was being sincere, technically, but figured the odds of Heather actually proving herself worthy enough to share official girlfriend status with Amy was one-in-a-million.

However, Heather looked at the situation with rose-colored glasses and could see the sharing boyfriends plan as possible. That gave her hope to cooperate with Alan and work something out. Yet she knew it wouldn't be easy. "What would I have to do?"

"Heather, how can I even begin to count the ways? You need a serious attitude adjustment. You truly are a bitch, with a capital 'B.' That's not just something I just say at the height of sex. I well and truly mean it. There's a picture of you in the dictionary next to that word. I'm not going to be your boyfriend until you change, big time. Sure, we might fuck from time to time, and if that's all you want, then keep doing what you're doing. But otherwise..."

"What?" Heather asked, trying to hide her desperation. She really wanted to know what he wanted from her. It wasn't just the incredible sex; she was sure there was something more here. Insofar as Heather was capable of love, she loved Alan. She wanted him. She wanted to possess him and be with him all the time. It was vanity, pride, greed, lust, and much more making her this way, while somewhere inside her the chemicals marking love were spilling out of her hormones and had her targeting her desire at Alan. She wanted him more than anything she'd ever wanted before in her life. The fact that he was making it so difficult for her only fanned the flames of her desire for him even higher.

He examined her critically before answering. It made Heather feel strangely insecure to be inspected so clinically while she stood there naked. "I would have to remake you. Completely break you down and then start again when it comes to your bitchiness. You need to learn humility. You need to learn kindness. Those are the two main things. I believe people can change and I feel a strong desire to change you. You do attract me in a certain way, and not just sexually. Your personality is ... intriguing. I've never met anyone even remotely like you. There's a lot about you that's pure Heather and shouldn't change, like your determination and willpower. But you can have those qualities and some frigging modesty too, for Christ's sake! Going on about how you're the most beautiful girl in school - it's ridiculous!"

There was a part of Heather that wanted to be a nice, normal person. She knew that she wouldn't ever actually become like that, but she knew it would be better if she could bend more in that direction. And if Alan wanted her to be that way, she was willing to try. She straightened her shoulders and said, "You're right. I'm a bitch. I'm spoiled. I know it. I want you to change me. I really do. Especially if you'll make me your girlfriend as a reward for success. I CAN change. If I want something, I fight hard to get it."

Alan scratched his chin and struck a thoughtful pose. "Hmm. That is true. You know, I hadn't considered the conversation going like this. I thought I'd have to storm this room like soldiers storming the beaches of Normandy. But here we are, having a nice, normal conversation like two normal people. I hardly know how to behave myself. I'll have to think about this, and think about how to change you. Is it even possible?"

Some ideas crossed his mind. For instance, his plan to use his friend Sean as a substitute for himself seemed to have a place in this. And keeping Glory stuffed with dildos all day seemed to be working. He imagined doing the same with Heather except somehow making it even more difficult and intense for her. The possibilities were seductively intriguing. "If I take this on, you have to be willing to obey absolutely everything and anything I say. You'll also have to be completely honest and straightforward with me, too. I'm not going to put up with your little manipulative games and brinkmanship. Do you think you can do all that? And do you think you can control your jealousy towards the likes of Amy and Glory?"

Heather honestly considered that. The idea that Alan had nearly a dozen women in his life was disturbing to her (he'd inflated the numbers a bit to awe her and make her think that trying to get rid of all the competition would be futile, but it wasn't that big of an exaggeration). Her jealousy flared up, and she couldn't imagine keeping it under control for long. Glory in particular annoyed her. For some reason she didn't mind Amy and Katherine that much, even though she knew they probably were bigger competition in the long run, but with Glory it felt personal. Her hatred of Glory was moving beyond Alan and taking on a life of its own.

She thought, I can take anything Alan can dish out, but I can't deal with this jealousy thing. Straightforward? Forget it. I can be more straightforward than usual, but fuck me if I'll tell him everything. But I'll try doing what he wants for a while and keep that other stuff hidden. Maybe this really is my best shot for a serious relationship with him.

"Okay. I'll do it," she replied.

"Good. Good. Maybe there's hope for you yet. Meanwhile, we have some unfinished business to attend to. I want to talk to you about the essay you're arranging for me, and how to deal with the football players. And then there's the little matter of some anal sex that somebody promised." He winked.

CHAPTER 5

Alan and Heather quickly and amicably made short work of the essay and football player issues. She sincerely promised to do her best with both. The issue of the theater room key also didn't come back up, which meant the key was now Alan's to keep.

Everything went so amicably and successfully that Alan hardly knew what to do with himself. He knew that Heather was fairly incorrigible and that she'd be up to no good soon enough, but it was nice to enjoy the peace and harmony while it lasted. The only problem was, he wasn't sure if he could get in the right mood for anal sex now, at least the abusive kind that they both enjoyed so much. He thought, It's the intensity of my dislike for her that makes the sex so hot. I pretty much attack her physically and verbally because there's real emotion there. But what will I do if I actually get to like her? Think about some world political problems that piss me off while we fuck? Something like that would never work.

Well, I seriously doubt that'll be a problem. Heather is fundamentally devilish so she isn't going to magically sprout wings and instantly turn into a sweet and loving angel. A little bit of personality change here and there, maybe, is the best I can hope for in the long term. I'm in no danger of ever having to make good on my boyfriend promise. But in the meantime there's still plenty of material to get me in the right mood. All I have to do is recall the memories and channel the feeling. For instance, I just need to fully recall her rumors against Glory and Amy and I'll be off and running. Not to mention what she'd do against my sister if she got a chance. I'll bet she was already planning something against her. She was probably going to use her incest knowledge as blackmail material. Hell, she probably still will.

And if she found out about Mom? Fuck. I can't even think of her messing with Mom. Fucking with Amy and Glory, that's bad. Way bad. But if you fuck with my sister, you've crossed a serious line. And trying to hurt my mom? Forget it, Heather! You are so fucked! I am sooooo pissed off now! If you ever so much as even THINK about my mother, why... God! It makes my blood boil!

Alan smiled a naughty smile. "Bad" Alan has just entered the building! Heather's ass had better watch out, because she's gonna get it! However, his anger was a different type than before. It was less all out hatred, and more a simmering resentment for Heather's evil and bitchy side. He was filled with a resolve to change her.

Alan had had such a normal conversation that he almost forgot Heather was naked. But she was, and remained so. She felt subdued in more than one sense of the word. She knew that she'd done wrong to spread those rumors, and so she'd given in. She just didn't have the spirit to fight when she felt so wrong. But the defeat was hard on her. It was a blow to her self-confidence.

While Alan was lost in thought, Heather walked to the back of the theater room's stage, where she knew a full-length mirror was. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself uncertainly. What am I? Who am I? Am I strong? Beautiful? Of course I'm beautiful. Just look at this body! I'm incredible. Alan should be grateful I even let him touch me. But why do I want him so badly? Half the reason I was so agreeable just now is because I want him to get on with fucking my ass already. But he so rarely wants me. Look at this body! What can I do to make it more alluring? The fact is, HE'S the one with the problem if he doesn't want me more than anyone else.

Her self-confidence began to surge as she admired herself and vainly stroked her arms and legs. Glory, Amy, and even Katherine can't hold a candle to me. I can kick their asses in every possible way. Beauty? Ha! I'd win a beauty contest hands down. Popularity? I'm the queen bee in this school. Strength? I can crush any of them, both mentally and physically. Alan just has a foolish sentimentality for them because he's known them longer. I must have been joking when I was agreeing with him just now. I can't wait around until he comes to his senses. I've got to show him what losers those three really are!

Alan went to the lights and dimmed them down a bit. He felt dark, so he thought it would improve the mood to have the room dark as well. He walked up to Heather and tenderly put his hands on her shoulders, then gave her a little hug from behind. She continued to stare in the mirror, and he stared with her. He was just as naked as she was now, and found his hard penis resting up against her butt cheeks. That gave him an idea. His hand made a quick adjustment, and before Heather knew what was happening, he'd slipped his dick up her ready asshole. But that's all he did. He simply left it in there without further movement, and went back to gently hugging her as if nothing had happened.

Heather let a loud gasp escape from between her luscious lips. Her mind was all a jumble as her self-absorption and bitchiness came crashing down around her as surely as if the mirror had been completely shattered. She breathed in small gasps as she tried to adjust to the fact that her ass felt so remarkably full.

Alan tenderly and patiently waited for her to adjust, riding out her clutching spasms as her asshole throbbed and pulsed around him. He idly cupped her breasts from behind, sending little shivers through her as he lightly teased her nipples. He gently asked, "How do you feel?"

She thought about this quite seriously. "I feel... Good. ... Complete. ... Different. I don't... I can't..."

"What?" He stared intently into her confused face via the reflection in the mirror.

"I don't know who that is in the mirror! It's not me! Or, it is me, but not the same person who was there before. Only moments ago I was a complete and utter bitch. I can see it now. I can't believe I'm telling you this, but just now I was adoring my beauty like a prima donna and thinking up new schemes against your other lovers. But that's wrong! ... The tension... It's gone. The contempt, the superiority - gone! How can I look down on others when I have a massive, thick cock filling my ass so wonderfully? ... I feel completely peaceful. So at ease. Look at me! Is it just me, or does my whole body look different?" She honestly couldn't believe the change that had come over her, and she looked at herself in the mirror with a sense of wonder.

Alan had a good slow look at her from her toes all the way to the top of her blonde head. "You're right. Your body language is completely different now. Ironically, when you have a real stick up your butt, you no longer have a metaphorical stick up your butt." He embraced her tenderly and left a trail of kisses along her neck and cheek, kisses that made her heart race. He whispered in her ear, "I like you better this way."

She answered with surprise, "I do too! I feel humbled. You know what? I'm actually quite insecure, deep down. I can't believe I'm telling you that, but I can't hide anything from you while you possess me like this. I need you, Alan. I need you to straighten me out." She leaned back against Alan's tall and muscular frame and closed her eyes with a happy sigh. "I'm only a bitch when my ass isn't full."

Suddenly, Heather's eyes widened and her jaw dropped in great surprise as she realized just how true that last statement was. But then her mouth and eyes opened even wider, because Alan chose that moment to pull his penis back and then push into her all the way, going in even deeper than he had been before. She'd thought that he'd been in her up to the hilt already, but she was wrong.

As he pushed in a couple more inches, she really felt as if he was splitting her in two. This created a feeling so incredible that it felt as if her insides were melting. In fact, she seemed to melt all over, but luckily Alan was in a position to hold her up.

Her whole body started vibrating as an uncontrollably intense, deep anal orgasm shattered its way through her very being for the first time in her life, sending shivers up and down her spine and everywhere else. Her eyes unfocused and rolled back in her head as she came and came and came, helplessly impaled on hard cock.

The only muscles still active in her body were the ones in her ass. Her asshole throbbed and clutched powerfully, almost painfully, at the root of Alan's penis, while her strong internal muscles rippled up and down the length he had inside her. It seemed that her anal clenching had a mind of its own and wouldn't stop for anything. Alan was gripped so tightly that he couldn't even stroke his penis in and out of her as he'd planned to do. He'd never felt anything like it. It felt as if her ass was trying to suck his entire body all the way inside her butt.

Heather was so overwhelmed by her anal climaxes that Alan gave up his plans to stroke for the moment and just held onto her tightly with his penis still deep inside her ass. Strange sensations rocketed and surged through her body. As her tremors tailed off and she rode out the aftershocks, she remained completely limp in his arms.

He lowered his head until his lips were beside her ear. He could smell the fragrant perfume of her hair and the dampness of her brow. He could even smell the sexual sweat that had broken out on her skin the instant he had completely impaled her. He brushed her blonde bangs aside with his chin and gently kissed the edges of her ear.

She gasped in shock at his tenderness. She tensed up in surprise, and her ass especially clenched even tighter around his fully imbedded penis, but then she relaxed utterly. She felt completely safe and at peace. Her asshole throbbed with happiness in time to her heartbeat.

He whispered directly into her ear, "So that's your secret. You're only a bitch when your ass ISN'T full."

She sighed. She felt defeated. What's happening to me? I've been completely conquered. Conquered by his kindness, and conquered by that giant, hard, meaty presence throbbing so insistently inside me. Where it belongs! This shouldn't be happening, but I can't fight what he does to me!

Suddenly she complained in her normal bitchy voice, "What did you do? What was that? You were just standing there with your cock up my butt and then all of a sudden the walls are melting! What kind of trick was that?" Her voice quickly mellowed into breathless awe. "You rocked my world!"

Alan replied sincerely, "That was no trick. That was just you. I didn't plan that." He lightly nibbled her ear, making her gasp. Her anus desperately clutched at him again. "Obviously you have a very sensitive ass." He flexed his deeply imbedded penis, pushing Heather towards hyperventilation as she felt the beginnings of another anal orgasm starting to build within her. "One with very special needs!"

She growled demandingly, "Well, you might not have planned it, but do it again!"

He reached upwards, his fingers caressing her jaw and throat. He turned her face up so he could kiss her trembling lips. That sent more shivers up and down her spine. She moaned and purred like a happy kitten. She cooed, "Oh Alan!" in a completely different voice, an utterly defenseless and honest voice.

He replied between kisses, "I like this Heather, the one who said 'Oh Alan!" to me. I don't like the one who was demanding I 'do it again' to her. That's the selfish, empty assed Heather still talking. The bitchy Heather. I don't want her. I don't like her." He hugged her lovingly and flexed inside her once again, making her groan with pleasure. "I want you. Not her. I like you. I don't like her at all."

Heather felt herself starting to cry. "I don't either! Alan, don't leave me! I feel so vulnerable, but I love it! No one has ever made me feel like this before! You know exactly what to do!"

He thought, Pure luck strikes again, but Heather doesn't need to know that. I knew her weakness was her ass, but it looks like I literally struck a nerve. I'll just have to carry on like I know what I'm doing. "Heather, it's like I said before. You have to be completely willing to do what I say." He thought about what he'd been doing to Glory all day, and how well keeping her stuffed with vibrators seemed to be working. He continued, "It looks like what you really need is to have your ass constantly stuffed. Am I right? How would you like to have something big up HERE all day long?" He flexed his penis again to drive his point home. Then, reminded of his penis, he began the long, slow in and out strokes he so very much wanted to do.

She gasped, and then gasped again in mid-gasp as the double whammy of his words and his thrusting registered. She was so flummoxed and amazed by the idea that she didn't know how to respond. "You mean? ... My ass? Filled? ... How?"

He gave her several more long strokes while he kept her waiting for an answer. She grunted each time he bottomed out, but otherwise held her breath to hear what he'd have to say. "We're going to tame you with vibrators." He pushed in deep again and held there. "Big ones." He leaned in close and wrapped himself around her tighter than before. "VERY big ones." He whispered with simultaneous tenderness and aggressiveness, "Your ass will have to stay filled until your inner bitch learns her place." Shifting his hold on her, he French kissed her deeply as he wrapped his arms just underneath her boobs and thrust upwards with his hips.

Heather could barely believe what was happening to her as she felt her feet rise up until they completely left the ground. As she remained suspended in mid-air, the weight of her body pulled her asshole down around his penis while he squeezed her tightly to him and his tongue groped at her tonsils. She couldn't breathe from the squeezing and the excitement, but she didn't care much about that. She could feel another climax coming on. But he couldn't hold her off the ground for too long, and when she settled back down their lips parted and they both gasped for air.

CHAPTER 6

Alan reached down and grasped Heather's limp hands where they hung at her sides, drawing them up with his own as he enfolded her shoulders in his arms. He gently pinched and played with Heather's rock hard nipples between his dangling fingers while Heather just shuddered in response. He stated as fact, "You're going to be filled up all day long. Your asshole, of course. Maybe your cunt too, if I feel like it. Maybe if you're really bad I'll even have to run a strap around your head and keep a big plastic cock firmly planted in your mouth all day long as well. I wonder what your friends and teachers would think of that?"

"You wouldn't!" She loved his tough talk and felt as if she was a kind of soft goo, to be molded and shaped by his strong hands.

"Maybe not. Maybe not at first. Of course, we'll have to concentrate on your ass." He recalled the way Glory strutted around during lunch, flaunting her ass when she expertly mimicked Heather's walking style. He said, "You really love to flaunt your ass when you walk, don't you?"

She answered breathlessly, "Yes!" She felt like it was impossible to lie to him when he had her so thoroughly filled.

"Especially lately, you've really got quite a saucy walk. Well, now your ass is mine. Now you're going to dress just like I want you to dress. No more skirts or dresses for you. No. You're only going to wear extremely thin and tight shorts and pants. Clothes that you have to paint on. Clothes that are so tight you'll need help to get them on and off."

She was eating this up eagerly, and merely asked for clarification, "Blue jeans?" She owned some very tight blue jeans.

Alan stirred his penis around inside her while considering her request. "No. Too thick. Everyone needs to be able to see your panty lines as clear as day. Except you won't have any panty lines, because you won't be wearing panties. Not normal panties, anyways. From now on, you'll only wear dental floss. You're going to wear strings up your ass crack so thin that they'll make dental floss look thick in comparison. Butt floss, we'll call it. I want you to wear tight thongs that cover up just enough of your cunt so you don't get kicked out of school or gang raped, but leave absolutely nothing to the imagination in the back. Your tight shorts or pants will have to cleave deeply between your butt cheeks and ride high and tight in the crotch, leaving your ass cheeks completely exposed to everyone from now on. You need clothes that say, 'I love my ass and I need to keep it well fucked!'"

He had paused in his fucking for a bit to get that wordy idea out of his mouth, but now he picked up the pace again.

She moaned, "Yes! Yes! More! More! More!" She referred to both his words and his thrusting.

He went on, "Luckily, you've got a very strong ass. It's good that you're a muscular cheerleader, because you're going to need that strength. I want you to work your butt, and constantly exercise it. I know you already have a fine ass, but I want your glutes to be stronger, firmer, better toned, more muscular, and better defined. I want your ass to flaunt that you're an anal addict second to none. You know how some homeless people have signs that read 'Will Work for Food?' Well, I want your ass to say to me from across the room, 'Will Crush Cocks For Cum.'"

Heather was in heaven. "Harder! More! Hurry!"

He huffed between labored breaths and deep thrusts, "And when I say, 'for me,' that's just what I mean! I know you're an insatiable slut, but now you're MY insatiable slut! Enjoy fucking the football players this weekend, because it'll be the last time you'll have sexual freedom. I can't possibly keep a massive whore like you completely satisfied. I realize that. But from now on, I'M," he gave her a particularly deep thrust with that word, "going to tell YOU,' that was punctuated by another huge push, "just who you can FUCK," another thrust, "and WHEN ... and WHERE!"

She couldn't lie to him, not with the way he was treating her and making her feel so good. "I can't! I'm sorry, I can't, Alan! I have to be honest. I need too many cocks! I could never be good enough to make you happy!"

He stopped thrusting momentarily, because he had to thrash this issue out. He waited until his breath caught up to him. Then he said, "Don't worry. I'll give you cocks." He thought of Sean and hoped Sean would prove himself worthy. "Not many, true, but then it's a question of quality versus quantity. You've tried quantity and that doesn't work. See if you can get any of those football players this weekend to fuck your ass. I'll bet you none of them will. They're all squeamish about it, thinking it's gay."

He thought to himself, In fact, they're just like I used to be. What a painful remainder of how immature I was. He pulled back a bit and pounded into her once, hard, just to hear her grunt as he knocked the wind out of her lungs. He held himself deep as she gasped for air, while her asshole spasmed around him.

Leaning in closer to her, he spoke directly into her ear. "No, I take that back. Knowing you, you'll talk or force someone into it. But see how good it is. Anyone spineless enough to get pushed around by you is not going to give you the kind of assfucking that you really crave. Only I know what you need; me and the guys I'll train and choose for you. And of course women. We're gonna have to teach some of them how to keep your favorite hole happy with a strap-on. Now, you can either stick with my plan and have your ass constantly humming with happiness, or you can sleep around far and wide and have a lot of clumsy oaf athletes unload into your pussy and pull out before you get a chance to cum."

He teasingly flicked the outside of her ear with his tongue, making her shiver and whimper with desire. He whispered to her while sexily blowing into her ear, "It's your choice."

She was struck by how much sense that all made. What he said seemed like a no-brainer.

He drew back before continuing, pulling out until he had only an inch or so still inside her. Heather felt the emptiness within her and wanted him to fill her up again so badly that she focused her attention even more on what he was saying. At the same time she wriggled her hips to express her increasingly great need. "But here's the key point. If you go sleeping around with just anybody, you're a sexual disease just waiting to happen. I hope to God that you don't have something already and that I won't catch it if you do. But if you're clean, you'll have to reduce yourself to just a select few or I'm not going to sleep with you ever again. Period. And they'll have to keep their partners in a closed circle for the whole thing to stay clean. The cheerleaders might be the right group, if they'll all agree to the same idea."

Heather thought about this. "What about Simone? I can't go without Simone!" Her anus clutched desperately around his penis as she practically begged, communicating her fear to him that she might be denied her best friend and lover.

"Same deal. I know she's another complete slut, but if she limits her partners to an approved group and you trust her with that, then maybe. Maybe she needs some training too. But first I have to train you. I haven't finished explaining what's going to happen to you."

He resumed his slow, rhythmic thrusting, as he wanted her properly breathless and mewling for his explanation. "First, remember my butt floss idea. Oh yeah. And high heels. You're going to be the only girl in this school to walk around in really high heels. I've got a particular thing for them, but they'll be essential to hoist your ass up high and keep it there for the proper 'knock me down and fuck me' look. I want you, and everyone around you, to be fully aware of your ass at all times. I want classes to come to a complete and sudden stunned halt whenever you get up and swish your slutty ass around. Remember the butt floss idea. Your butt cheeks are going to be trapped inside your sprayed on, short shorts, rolling around inside your painfully stretched, tighter than tight clothes, fighting each other to escape! Your butt floss thong will be pulled up into your crotch so tight that it'll rub your ass crack and pussy lips maddeningly whenever you walk around. I want you to be completely unable to walk any long distance without cumming in your shorts from all the incessant rubbing. Running should be completely out of the question. If you were foolish enough to try and run somewhere, you'd have to fall on the ground, rip open your paper-thin shorts, pull aside your butt floss, and shout to anyone and everyone, 'My ass is on fire! Someone come here and douse it with your cum to put out the flames!"

"Alan! Stop! No more! My ass IS on fire! I need it now! The way you're teasing me with your words and your painfully slow fucking is too much! You're destroying me! Fill me with your cum! Your magnificent cum! Hurry! Please!"

Alan had gotten so carried away with his description that his thrusts had nearly completely stopped. He resumed his in and out pistoning, but he continued with his description and again got a bit carried away with it. "But that's not all. Don't forget the anal vibrator. Only we're not going to call it a vibrator. We're gonna call it a Bitch Trainer, complete with capital letters."

"YES! Bitch Trainers! Train this bitch right now!"

"I will! But an ass like yours needs constant control and supervision! I'm going to have to look into which Bitch Trainers are best for you, but I'm envisioning one that'll make a small bulge so your butt will be that much more eye-catching. If you're lax in your self-discipline and let your backside backslide on keeping it in, everyone will look at you and whisper to each other, 'Hey, what's that big round thing falling out of Heather's ass crack?" He gave her ass a hard spank to enforce the idea of "discipline" in her.

Heather's anus and insides spastically clenched and throbbed around his penis in ecstatic response.

Alan noticed that the sensation was quite different from when he spanked Susan while fucking her ass. He figured that Heather's stronger, tighter buttocks and firmer, tighter grip on his penis explained the difference.

Reaching up, Alan grabbed hold of Heather's ponytail and pulled her head back, forcing her to arch her back and offer her ass to him at a better angle. He hotly whispered into her ear, "You'll be parading around school with pants so tight and thin that you might as well be naked, and your butt will be so full of plastic cock that it'll be like I'm clinging to your back all day, constantly fucking you wherever you go! Everyone who sees you will drool! Their hands will fly to their crotches, both boys AND girls! Even though your body will now be off limits to all but a select few, no one will be able to resist groping your perfect butt as you shamelessly parade it around. Your ass will be handed off from one groper to the next. Dozens of people - teachers and students, boys and girls - will feel you up before you can make it from one end of the hall to the other. You'll just have to hope that when you're constantly fondled, not too many fingers will find their way between your butt cheeks and probe up your asshole, because then they'll find out just how full you already are!"

"Oh God, that sounds so hot! When can we start? Tomorrow! Oh no! I wish I could start tomorrow, but I have to wear my regulation cheerleader uniform all day for the football game." She pushed back against his hips and ground her ass down onto the root of his penis in frustration. "I already HATE the idea of wearing skirts!"

He resolved to quit talking so much and really fuck her in earnest. He said, "Get down on all fours like the doggy bitch you are."

"Yes!" She quickly moved into the humiliating position. She clamped her anus down hard on his penis, to make sure he couldn't pull out while they shifted. Alan was once again amazed at the raw strength of Heather's ass muscles.

Alan knelt behind her and waited until she was relaxed enough for him to start fucking her again. Then he really started pounding into her. But he couldn't help but continue talking too, as new thoughts kept coming to him.

"Don't worry, Heather. You'll still love skirts. On Fridays we'll have a different regimen. We can build on the painted on panties tradition that your cheerleader squad has been happily developing so that when you get felt up on Fridays everyone will be able to put their fingers straight up your cunt and explore your naked butt without obstruction. I imagine that once the Friday tradition gets fully developed and everyone knows that your privates are open to the public, you won't have to wear a skirt at all. Can you just imagine that, being the only girl in school to walk around with nothing below the waist but painted on black panties? Hell, maybe we should go all the way and just paint on your cheerleader top too, so the school can officially make Fridays 'Grope Naked Heather Day.' That'll raise the team spirit!"

"AH!" She knew that his ideas were getting increasingly outlandish and some were simply impossible, but she didn't really know fantasy from the practical at this point, and she didn't really care. She felt another small climax shudder through her. She felt as if Alan didn't even have to thrust into her; just his words and the delicious feeling of anal fullness was enough to push her over the edge at any given moment.

"Do you like the idea of many strange people groping your ass?"

"Yes! Love it!"

"But who are you doing it for?

"You!"

"Who owns your ass?"

"YOU! Only you! My bitch tamer! My ass trainer! My ass master! I'm your anal slave! Show me how you own my ass right now! Please! Do it, do it, do it! Finish me off! Hard! HARDER! Hurry!"

He teased, "What do you want me to do, again?"

"You know, dammit! Ram me hard! Tame me! Tame my ass! Defeat me! I want to lose! I want your big cock to conquer me completely!"

Alan really liked that answer. He decided to finally give her the anal filling she so desperately needed, so he completely shut up and focused entirely on slam fucking her. But for Alan simply unloading into her ass wasn't enough. He wanted to show her his control over his penis; the sheer stamina he could conjure. He reached forward and grabbed her boobs to stimulate and enjoy, but more importantly to serve as steady handholds. Then, like a canine going at it doggy style with complete animal abandon, his hips and ass nearly became a giant blur as he fucked and fucked her ass as hard and fast as he could. It was as if he had a blender on the lowest setting and then suddenly hit puree.

Heather could hardly believe it. As soon as he started seriously hammering her, she started cumming and then kept right on cumming. She simply couldn't stop. Her cries of "Hard!" and "Hurry!" would have turned into cries of "Stop!" as it all became too much to take, but she was too overwhelmed by then to even form coherent words. With a long guttural cry she completely spent all her energy and flopped down from her position on all fours all the way to the floor.

But Alan wasn't done yet. He kept slam fucking her into the floor. Everything else in the world fell away from her awareness until the only thing she knew and felt was the enormous penis in her orgasmically oversensitized ass. Alan's penis now filled her universe and took possession of her very soul. When he finally came, it was so intense that she completely passed out.

When Alan woke her, she found that he was already dressed and ready to go. She was sprawled out on the floor, naked, sweaty, tired, and both physically and emotionally wasted. She was still stunned by what had been, bar none, the most profound and arousing fuck of her life.

But Alan was getting used to these kinds of powerful sexual experiences and he'd already mostly recovered. He shook her gently by the shoulders and spoke in a normal tone. "I have to go. Don't leave anything behind, because you can't get back in now that I have the key." He held the key out and dangled it like the precious prize it was. He winked.

She was still so amazed by everything that had transpired that these new developments barely registered. She started to roll over to better face him, but he stopped her with a hand.

He waited until she was slightly lucid again and said, "I hope you'll remember everything I told you. But there's one thing you got wrong, though. When I asked who you're training your ass for, you said me, only me. Not true. You're doing this mostly for you. Chances are that you and I will go our separate ways sooner or later. Probably sooner, since we're both wild spirits."

"Don't say that!" she protested. "I want you to be my boyfriend! This doesn't change that, does it? If you can tame my inner bitch, won't you keep your promise to be my boyfriend?"

He sighed. It's more likely I'll be hit by lightning than Heather'll ever defeat her inner bitch. But of course I can't tell her that. She's just too wild to ever be tamed. I'll bet she starts scheming against my girlfriends before the day is even over. This whole thing probably made her want to completely possess me even more than before. But win or lose, the battle against her inner bitch sure as hell will be lots of fun for us both! Heh-heh!

He merely smiled encouragingly at her, and said, "We'll see. We'll see. Take some time and see if you're really serious about all this, and really willing to try to be good with the partners you have and everything else. You know I'm pretty busy tomorrow with tests and everything, and you have the football game, but we'll talk on Monday, at the latest. See ya."

He went a couple steps before turning back, as if remembering some minor thing. "Oh. By the way. There's a reason why I held you from rolling over. If you look at your ass, you'll see that I managed to pull out at the last second and deposit most of my cum on your ass cheeks. You're not worthy of taking it inside just yet. Don't just sit up and wastefully rub it into the ground. I want you to put your clothes on very carefully and wear that cum against your skin until you go to bed."

Her eyes opened wide as she imagined sitting at dinner with her stern parents with squishy cum covering her ass, filling her crack, and dripping down the front and back of her thighs. She had no doubt that she would go ahead and do what he said. She just had one thought as she watched him leave. Hoooooollllly fuck, how I LOVE him! And he wonders why I'd resort to any tactic to get him.

CHAPTER 7

When Alan got out of the theater room, he once again stopped and rested up against the door. He sighed. What a day. That was so intense and ... weird. But I guess that's par for the course. Tender moments with Heather? REALLY weird! I think that was a pretty good performance on my part, if I do say so myself. Kind of a tag team "good" Alan and "bad" Alan effort. If only I could somehow combine these two sides of my personality...

He was about to head back to his locker to get his books and go home, but then it hit him that he still wasn't done with Glory. He picked up his phone. Guess I'll dial her in and let her know I'm coming. He turned the settings on both vibrators to six. He knew that was her favorite setting at least for the vaginal vibrator. That ought to hold her for a while, heh-heh. Maybe she'll even take the six setting as a sign that I have good news for her.

Alan knocked on Glory's classroom door and she let him in. He noticed that she seemed like a complete wreck. It was a major effort for her to make it to the door. She immediately hurried back to the chair behind her desk on very wobbly legs.

"Finally!" she said in an exhausted tone. "I've been waiting SO long!" Glory's eyelids fluttered as she shivered, just missing another orgasm brought on by her relentless Televibes. "How, how did it go with Heather?" she panted.

Alan looked at her eyes and saw they were slightly unfocused. Most of her mind was absorbed by the incredible sensations throbbing through her vagina and rectum. He figured the students in fifth and sixth periods heard and believed the same sickness excuse she'd used in fourth period, but that excuse could only work so many times.

He looked at the clock and saw it was almost four. Fudge. I have a mountain of homework tonight. He turned back to Glory as he took his phone out. "It went well. Surprisingly well. She agreed to everything I said, and in a good way. I could hardly believe how good she was about everything. And, in a major coup, I got the key to the theater room. As you may have guessed, that's where all the cheerleader hanky panky has been going down. Now, you and I can go in there and we'd be even safer than in here."

He was rather oblivious to her panting. But as soon as he finished that explanation, she screamed, "Take it out! Please! Can't you take it out already? I can't wait another second!" She closed her eyes and drifted off into a rather tortured sexy whimpering.

He took a good look at her and saw that her seat had quite a cum puddle in it. She was leaking so much that some was even dripping down to the floor. Her skirt was hiked up, so he could see her pussy quite clearly. Even from the distance he stood at, he could easily see the base of the Televibe between her pussy lips, and he could even see the vibrating. "Oh. Sorry." He'd forgotten that he'd had her at full blast on both holes for nearly five minutes while he wandered his way back to her classroom.

She pulled her chair away from the desk and he got between her knees. He pulled the still active vibrator out of her pussy, and as he did so, gave her clit a small tweak. That set her off. She grabbed at him and clutched at his arms with a death grip while her eyes rolled back into her head. Then she let out a long, "Ahhhhhh..."

Yet, as soon as she came down again, she still seemed agitated. "The ass! The ass! Please take the anal one out. I've been cumming all day. It's so good, but I can't take it any more! Too much. Too sensitive." She whimpered even more.

Glory was limp and out of it, but he managed to lift her up onto the desk and bend over it so he could get the anal vibrator out. Only after that came out did she let out a big sigh of relief. "Thank the Lord. Yes! Oh. Too much. Why did I ever let you put something up my ass? My virgin ass! I'll never be the same. I can't even walk anymore. No. Can't walk..."

Alan just left her bent over the desk, panting, until she recovered a bit. He sized her situation up, then announced, "Your skirt is no good. You've got evidence of your cum puddle all over you. Here, let me take it off you." She lifted up a bit to let him do that. He took her jacket and blouse off too. "I assume you have spare clothes in your closet?"

She nodded weakly.

He got a change of clothes for her and also brought out a rag. He wiped her chair clean with it. He pondered telling her about how she'd very nearly stood in front of her class with her bush visible for all to see during her fourth period class, but then decided against it. He figured the Heather news was enough for one day, and if she knew how reckless she'd been, she might not be so reckless again (and especially might not want to use the Televibe any more). He figured he could tell her some time later, once she'd become more used to wearing the Televibe and better able to use it "responsibly."

Instead, he sat down in her chair and said, "Glory, you've had a tough day. Very tough. I have too. Why don't you come here and sit down in my lap. Tell me all about it."

She managed to pull herself up from where she was flopped over on her desk, but then immediately turned and flopped herself down all over him. She clung to him as if she was drowning and he was the life raft.

He realized that she was crying. "Why are you crying, my lovely lady?" The loving concern in his voice only made her tears flow more freely.

"I don't know! Tears of relief, tears of joy, even sadness. My pussy actually feels horribly empty now that it's gone. Can you believe that? Part of me actually misses it even while it's so sore that I can barely sit."

"Don't worry, we can take care of that empty feeling." Alan opened the fly of his pants and took out his penis. Somehow he was hard again, even though he was still sensitive and sore from what he did to Heather. They were two very sore and tired people, but there was arousal in the air, too. He lifted Glory up a bit and then impaled her down onto his stiff penis. He did it all within seconds, before she could react in her semi-dazed state.

"No, Alan, no! Don't fuck me! You can't. I just can't take it any more. My pussy needs a rest. Although... It does feel good. Sooooo fucking good..." She sighed in exhausted happiness as her resistance to being filled again crumbled. "So full... Oh yes... So much better than empty. But no fucking, please."

"If you don't want me to, we don't have to. Let's just stay like this." He held her close to him with all the warmth and tender love he felt for her. He was actually relieved that she didn't want to fuck, as he was pretty wiped out himself, both mentally and physically.

She seemed quite satisfied to just feel the fullness of his heavy penis inside of her. She cooed, "Mmmm. Feels so good... It's ALWAYS so good with you..." But then, managing her normal voice for the first time since he'd entered the room, she chided, "Young man, you're a sexual beast, you know that? How can you even be erect after no doubt fucking Heather good and hard? You're not human!"

He smiled wryly. "How do you know I fucked Heather? Maybe we just had a nice conversation."

"Alan, you can't fool me. You have some kind of homing device between your legs. If it gets within twenty feet of a pussy, it finds a way in. Though in her case I'll bet you did her ass. God, that's so nasty! How can you put your thing up there? ... I hope at least you really gave it to her good and made her suffer."

He playfully flexed and unflexed his penis far inside Glory. That caused her to whimper even more as her tired vaginal muscles started fluttering around his manhood. He fondly recalled the way he anally pounded Heather. Glory went completely limp in Alan's arms and all the tension drained out of her. He could feel the urge to properly fuck her welling up inside of him, especially given the way her pussy muscles were practically suckling on his penis, but he knew that wouldn't be wise for either of them at the moment.

He focused on talking instead. "Oh, she got it good, all right. But let's not talk about her and her unpleasantness. Let's talk about you."

He tapped her on the shoulder, so she slowly lifted her head enough to see his face. He kissed her in tender small kisses, starting from her ear and going across her face until he ended at the tip of her nose. Alan flexed his penis, which got a gasping groan of delight and a series of strong answering vaginal twitches out of Glory. But then the two just lay there for a while without any more physical movement. Finally, he winked at her with eyes sparkling with mischief and then said in his best deep, loving, suburban husband voice, "So honey, how was your day?"

CHAPTER 8

Alan felt really low as he came home. Not only was he mentally and physically exhausted from the very busy day at school, but he was also quite sleepy. He needed his daily nap badly, especially since he'd gone to bed late (thanks to Brenda) and woken up early (thanks to Xania). He was somewhat relieved that Glory and Heather were, for the moment at least, taken care of. Thinking about how much sex he needed to perform in one day to keep everyone happy made him that much more eager for a nap.

He also was very despondent over all the homework he knew he still had to do. Even though Heather had arranged for someone to do his 20 page essay, he still had a lot more to do for his other classes. He figured he'd be up late working, and that prospect depressed him. He used to stay up late doing homework around one time every week, but it had been so long since he'd done that he hardly knew what it was like anymore.

Suzanne and Susan were waiting for him in the living room, dressed in frilly French underwear (Katherine and Amy also had homework to do and were off studying).

He gave a small