CHAPTER 1 (Monday, Nov. 18)

Alan woke up Monday morning a worried man. He thought, The fun I had over the weekend was great, but it's time to pay the piper. I've got a big math test in a matter of hours and I haven't studied at all. Nothing. And that's just the beginning; this whole week is an endless gauntlet of tests and papers.

He came downstairs and saw Susan already cooking breakfast and Katherine sitting at the dining table. Susan wiggled her ass at him and said saucily, "Does someone here want to 'get my attention?'"

Alan sighed. "Yes, I do, but unfortunately not in that way. Come, you two. Sit at the table for a minute. This is serious." They complied. "This week is going to be really tough for me at school. Really tough. I've got tests coming out my ears and I've fallen so far behind these past weeks having sexual fun that I'm really in deep shit. I have to stop all this sexual stuff, at least for a week! It's that, or I'm not going to get into a good college. I've got a test coming up today that I'm going to completely fail. You can already write a big 'F' across the top of it. My mind is in such a sexual fog that I don't even know what we've been studying lately. So, the bottom line is, we have to take a break for the week. Or else I'm screwed."

Katherine and Susan stared at him without saying a word. They looked as if he'd just told them a long-time family pet had just been run over. Susan in particular was crushed, and it wasn't the talk of failing the test that bothered her. She'd been hoping to offer her pussy for her first intercourse with her son as soon as he came home from school that day. Yet once again, there was an obstacle. Katherine, too, was heavily dismayed. She thought, I've had to put up with a no sex at home ban for a whole week, and now this?!?

Katherine was the first to recover. "Okaaay... Of course. But what about your six times a day needs? You still have to do that. And with your rescheduled Boy Scouts trip coming up this weekend, you've got to do better than six a day to compensate for two days of going without."

Alan sighed an even heavier sigh. "Shit. I forgot about the trip. Look. I'm all for keeping up my orgasm average, but I just can't take the time and keep up with school. Sex is taking all my time, not to mention my every waking thought. I tell you, I'm obsessed."

Susan butted in with a welcome thought. "I know! The stealth strokings! Remember that idea? We'll just stroke you while you do other things. That way, you can have the best of both worlds."

"I don't know..."

"Oh, come on! Give it a try. Why don't we try it right now? Your sister and I will play it completely cool. We'll be out of your hair until Friday. You won't even notice us. But there will always be a hand around your penis, making you feel good just the same."

Alan could hardly resist such a tempting offer. They started immediately. All throughout breakfast, Katherine and Susan took turns calmly stroking his penis. There was no outrageous nakedness or dirty talk or aggressive moves - just a steady stroking that kept him in a state of constant arousal from the time he sat down to eat at the dining table until the time he left for school. He ate his eggs and pancakes and read the newspaper while a hand (or hands) under the table jacked him back and forth for nearly an hour.

As the time grew close, Susan couldn't take it any more and started sucking on his dick while Alan ate another bowl of cereal. He was so used to her treatment that he just kept eating.

Finally, mere minutes before Alan finally had to go to school, he matter-of-factly said to Susan, "I'm ready to blow now. Assume the position." Alan pushed his chair back and she quickly dropped between his knees.

Susan giggled happily, "'Assume the position.' I like the sound of that. Did you hear that, Angel? Alan is really getting to be such a man! Son, please always say that when you want my help." Her tongue went to town on his penis without further ado. She desperately needed it to soften the blow that intercourse would have to wait still longer.

But Alan didn't immediately shoot his load. His mother's tongue felt so good on his penis that he couldn't help but use his PC muscle and prolong the experience. She had to resort to using all her tricks to get him to blow, but she didn't mind in the slightest. Every minute with his penis in her mouth was another minute of pure heaven for her. Inside her mouth, she curled her long tongue around his penis and tried to essentially jack him off with her tongue while her lips continued to suck. It was heaven, but she couldn't hold it for more than a couple of seconds at a time.

However, they had to get to school. Katherine took command and came at Alan from the behind. She stuck a finger far up his asshole and massaged his prostate. Meanwhile, she licked his neck and ear and breathed her sweet breath into his face. Not even Alan could hold out from that double attack, especially now that Susan had switched to lightly scraping his penis with her teeth and aggressively fondling his balls.

Susan took half in the mouth and half on her face. She explained, "Gotta save a snack for later." Luxuriating with cum on her tongue, she commented, "Tiger, it's getting to the point where I wonder if you won't be able to simply delay your cum forever. How on Earth can we conquer his cock?"

Since Katherine joined in late, she didn't get a chance to get off. Alan now helpfully fingered her as she said, "Mom, you have the wrong attitude. Keep in mind that we can never conquer his cock. It can only conquer us, and it does repeatedly. The best we can do is sate its needs for a few hours, if we're lucky. That's why Alan needs so many of us to help. I figure double and triple blowjobs will soon become the rule of the day around here."

Susan sighed. "I suppose you're right. You and I should practice at sharing his penis so we can get really good at being a mother daughter team." Fondling his now flaccid member, she complained in an affected and pouty voice, "But Mommy wants his widdle peeny weeny all to herself. She wants to pway." As he pulled away, she complained in a friendly way, "Meanie."

Alan figured Katherine couldn't complain that she wasn't chosen for blowjob duties, since this was a Monday and they had plans to have another S-Club meeting after school now that the two of them were no longer technically grounded. In other words, it was high time for another threesome at Kim's house.

Susan also had a big day ahead, though she didn't suspect how it fit into Suzanne's plans. One thing Suzanne got Xania to say was that Susan should have an immediate medical appointment with Akami to see if her sexual response fell in the normal range. The real reason for the appointment was that Suzanne wanted to speed Susan's lesbian practices further along. She hoped that Akami would go all the way with Susan first, so the horny mother wouldn't blame Suzanne for corrupting her. Furthermore, Suzanne was also conspiring to keep Alan and his mother from having sex. She hoped that she could keep Susan so busy with dildos that her friend wouldn't be in any shape to properly fuck Alan any time soon. She planned to have Susan's pussy so thoroughly violated and sore by the end of the school day that Susan would have no choice but to postpone the fucking another day. Suzanne didn't know about Alan's homework problem, but if she had she would have welcomed the news with open arms.

But what Suzanne didn't expect when the appointment was made on Friday was just how many lesbian experiences Susan would have in the few days between. Especially given the fashion show the night before, it was clear that Susan was already thoroughly "corrupted" with lesbian urges. But so far it had all been kissing and groping - she'd yet to do something serious such as eat another woman out. Luck gave Akami the opportunity to be the one to help with the next steps in Susan's continuing education.

When Susan made her appointment, Akami realized she had been given a gift on a silver platter. Susan had her appointment at 9:00 Monday morning, a time where the office was normally full of patients. But the nurse immediately called up all the other patients scheduled for around that time and had their appointments rescheduled. Even the frumpy receptionist was given the morning off. Dr. Fredrickson had no objections to the reschedulings, thanks to his habit of secretly watching the Plummer medical visits for his own sexual pleasures.

CHAPTER 2

Susan showed up at Doctor Fredrickson's office right at 9:00. She dressed very conservatively, underwear and all, the way she still dressed whenever outside the house. Akami greeted her, and told her that the receptionist was sick. Susan thought everything was normal, as she had no way of knowing that there were no patients in other rooms. Dr. Fredrickson passed by the waiting room and said hello, which also assured Susan that the situation wasn't unusual.

Akami led her into the same room Alan had been examined in, and had her sit on the examination table where Susan had stared at Alan's penis so intently weeks previously. Susan's mind boggled as she recalled what happened then, and how much had changed since.

Akami looked at her medical chart intently. "I see here that we have a request from a psychiatrist in Los Angeles that we check to see if your sexual reactions are normal. How highly unusual. Apparently there is some concern that you may be becoming a nymphomaniac. Is that true?"

Susan closed her eyes and recalled the fashion show the night before. She shamefacedly whispered, "Yes." Having to dress up in "normal" clothing and leave the house had put her in a bit of a prudish mood.

"Could this be related to the medical treatment of your son? His need for stimulation six times a day?"

Susan grew a bit peeved. "You know it is! Don't blame me, you of all people. This crazy scheme was all your idea!"

"Now, now, don't worry," Akami soothed. "We're not here to pass any judgments. Anyway, can you honestly tell me that if you had to do it all over, you wouldn't have agreed to the treatment regimen, just the same? Honestly?" Even as Akami said this, she took her stethoscope out and began probing Susan's body with it through her clothes, as if she could test truthfulness with it.

Susan was silent, but under Akami's withering stare and probing, she finally and meekly answered, "Yes. Yes, I would gladly do it all over again. You know that already."

Akami was reassuring. "Like I said, no judgments here. To be honest, if I were in your shoes, I think I'd do the same. That Alan is such a hunk, and he sure knows how to please a woman. Now let's get started on your examination. Please unbutton your blouse and remove your dress and underwear."

Susan did so, without thinking. Taking off her clothes now came to her easily, especially when she was ordered to do so. In fact it was a great relief to shed what she felt was the unnecessarily heavy and constraining clothing that she wore in the outside world. The only reason she wore such unrevealing clothes was because Alan was the only man she allowed to see her looking sexy.

Susan's mood changed as she shed her clothes. When she'd first started coming to see Akami with Alan, she was extremely flustered to have to take any clothes off in what she considered a semipublic place. But now her prudish ways literally came off along with her clothing and the idea of being naked away from home greatly excited her.

But Susan was nonetheless nervous at how far things would go. She knew the "testing for nymphomania" purpose meant the appointment would get sexual, and she expected that. But she was shy to do any more than grope and kiss with another female. She asked while undressing, "Nurse, what will this examination entail, exactly?"

"We are going to subject you to an exam called the Tompkins Burnstein Battery. You are subjected to a series of stimulations and give a response from one to ten on how stimulated you feel. One is no stimulation, and ten is the greatest sexual stimulation you've ever felt. Try to think back on an event that would rate a ten right now to get a sense of the scale. Then we'll compare your responses to the national average." Akami was more or less making this up as she went along, including the name of the test. She knew Susan was normally smart, at least when not in her now typical senselessly horny state, but also extremely naive and gullible on sexual matters. This no doubt was a lingering effect of the extreme prudishness Susan had exhibited most of her life. Years of conditioning couldn't be completely eradicated in a matter of weeks.

Susan fretted. "Akami, am I going to have to do ... naughty things ... as part of this test? Is this completely proper?" Susan more or less knew an honest answer would be yes to the first and no to the second, but nonetheless felt obliged to ask the questions. As she asked this, Akami aggressively probed Susan's bare tits with the stethoscope. Akami was impatient to replace the implement with her own hands, but realized she still needed a thin veneer of decorum while warming Susan up.

"Of course it is!" Akami said with pretend indignation. "You know there has been a lot of research into sexuality, so this test derives from that. It's admittedly unusual to perform such a test in a general practitioner's office, but the case of you and your son is a very unusual one to begin with. Now, let's hurry this up, as we have other patients waiting. First, I want you to run your hands over your skin as you think of your most intense, sexual experience you've ever had. Don't touch yourself down below." Akami finally withdrew the stethoscope, after pressing it hard against a nipple.

Susan closed her eyes, and at first seemed to only move her hands a little bit, as if doing the bare minimum to obey Akami's request. But soon Susan began roaming her hands all over her legs and chest. Since Akami hadn't prohibited the touching of her sensitive nipples, she concentrated on them, and that drove her wild. Within a minute or two, she was deeply into it, kicking her feet out of the stirrups and thrashing her legs around in the air. Akami knew the mother was hot to trot, but her eagerness surprised even the nurse.

"What are you thinking about?" the nurse asked. "Explain in detail what you're thinking out loud."

"I dunno. There's not just one most intense experience. There are so many. I have to confess, all of them involve ... Alan. I'm thinking for instance right now about the very first Tuesday, when I stimulated him for the first time. I gave him so many handjobs and blowjobs that day. It's like it was one big happy blur of sucking and stroking! Mmm.... Sucking Alan's little friend... Alan Junior... It makes me so hot! Oh, I can't help it, nurse! I'm so bad! Can I just touch myself down there, just a little?"

"Okay, Susan, that's enough of that. Please stop." Susan reluctantly stopped her hands, but she still panted and her chest heaved. The sight of a gorgeous woman so easily aroused made Akami extremely horny as well. She was confident Susan would be helping her out directly soon enough, but she had to go ahead with the "test" in any case. Dr. Fredrickson wanted to see certain things happen (literally, as he watched it all on a video screen in the next room), and this was a good way to make sure they would.

The nurse continued authoritatively, "All right. Very good. Now tell me, on a one to ten scale, how would you rate that experience?"

"Let's see. About a two. Maybe a three."

"That's it?!?" Akami said in exasperation. "Are you sure you understand the scale I've given you?"

"Yes, but I've had so very many extremely erotic experiences lately. I'm practically that horny all the time, just as a baseline. You can see why I've been seeking psychiatric help. If I'm shopping at a grocery store and see something long and hard like a loaf of French bread, it makes me think of Alan's penis, and then I get all tingly and can barely control myself! It's a big problem, and it's just getting worse all the time. Frankly, just about everything makes me think of Alan and his penis. I'm always sucking on things. Lollipops, bananas, ice cream bars. At least it increases my stamina so I can suck him for hours. But it gets me so excited. Sometimes I have to go to a restroom and bring myself off, 'cos I can't hold out until I get back home."

"I see." Akami still had the clipboard with Susan's medical chart in her hand, and pretended to make extensive notes. "Let's move on to the second test. This time, stimulate yourself anywhere while you think of another erotic memory."

Almost as soon as Akami said "stimulate yourself anywhere," Susan's hands flew to her pussy, and she began frigging herself. Her other hand worked on her clit.

"What are you thinking of this time?"

"Just the other day, Alan needed help getting hard, so he had me kiss my daughter Katherine, to help him with visual stimulation. It was weird at first, but then I got into it, kissing my own daughter! Then we did it again two days later, and she put her fingers in my cunt as we kissed, just like I'm doing now. But then she wouldn't let me suck his cock, 'cos she sucked it instead. Aren't I bad? I'm so bad! But it's so good. Mmm... Yes!"

"Okay, you can stop now," Akami said. She was expecting these tests to take longer, but Susan was getting off extremely quickly. The mother already was leaking cum after only a minute or so of touching her pussy.

Susan asked plaintively, "Akami, is there something wrong with me, letting my daughter kiss me like that? With Alan, it's a medical need, but with her..."

"Don't worry, it's perfectly normal," Akami said reassuringly. "Most women have lesbian experiences at one time or another, and those who don't probably would love it if they just let themselves go. New studies suggest all women are naturally bisexual."

Akami was making this up too, but it was just what Susan wanted to hear. "Really? Oh, that makes me feel so much better!" Susan failed to think about or mention the additional problem of incest. "That's good to hear, because we've been kissing each other so much lately. In fact, I've been kissing everybody. You should have seen what I did last night at the fashion show."

Akami could only imagine what a fashion show at the Plummer house would be like. Her pussy twitched reflexively but she maintained an outward professional calm. "Yes. Furthermore, your getting into other women will greatly help arouse Alan, and that's the whole point. His medical recovery and all that."

Susan's eyes lit up. "You're so right! I keep telling myself that. I must OBEY my son in every way, even if it means I have to muff dive every single day!"

Akami found herself increasingly aroused, both by visions of Susan muff diving and by the woman's extreme subservience to her son. She coughed to help clear her head. "Moving on, how would you rate that on a one to ten scale?"

"About a four. I can't imagine getting much above that without Alan being involved."

"Interesting," Akami said plainly as if she was bored, though she was anything but. "Now for this next test, we're going to rate outside stimulation. I'm going to test the sensitivity of your breasts. Are you ready for that?"

"I suppose," Susan said doubtfully. Again she wondered about how far this would go and what Akami's motivations were.

"Now lie back." Akami adjusted the examination chair and then put her hands on Susan's breasts. She explored the big tits for a minute or two, and then asked, "Have you been conducting regular breast exams like I showed you how to do?"

Susan blushed again, as that brought back fond memories. "Umm, not too many, per se. But lately, I uh, have been masturbating so much, that I think I'm very familiar with my breasts and would know right away if there was anything unusual about them. In fact, I fondle them daily. A lot. And if I don't, Alan or someone else does."

"Very good. That's healthy. Have you conducted an oral exam of your nipples, like this?" Akami knelt down and began sucking on those very nipples. Akami had had a few lesbian experiences in her lifetime, but she'd never gotten her mouth on such massive mounds. She felt even her own head was small compared to Susan's twin peaks.

For a minute or so Susan was lost in pleasure, but she finally roused herself to answer the question after Akami made a noise indicating she was still waiting for an answer. "Oh! Uh, what? No! I didn't even know I could do that. Do you mean to suggest I should suck on my own nipples?"

Akami stopped sucking long enough to ask, "Of course. It's very healthy. You should make it a regular part of your masturbation sessions. By the way, right now you should stop stroking yourself down there. You'll corrupt the data."

"Oh. Sorry." Susan tried to keep her hands still while Akami sucked, poked, and twisted at her nipples. The tortured mother put her hands high in the air as if that could help hold back her feelings, but it was no use. She soon began shuddering in an intense orgasm. Akami did things to her tits that no other woman had yet done there, mostly due to the aggressiveness of Akami's sucking and twisting.

Susan got so excited that she had to yell, "Stop! Please stop!"

Akami stopped, mostly. She left one finger tracing circles around the nipple she hadn't been sucking. "What is it?"

"Well, it's just that my tits are so sensitive. When I think about all the things that must be wrong with me, I think about that one too. Nurse, you're a medical professional. Do you think it's possible for a pair of tits to control a woman?"

"What do you mean?" Akami was slightly cruel, as she began to lightly pull on both of Susan's tits.

"I mean, my tits are so sensitive that I think they control my brain, instead of the other way around. Sometimes I think I'm just a pair of tits, and the rest of me is just a necessary support network. I mean, now that I don't wear clothes most of the time, UGH! Oh God. Keep doing that! ... Uh, anyway, now that my tits are almost always bared, when I wear a blouse I feel it rub against my nipples and it makes so aroused that I can't even think! I just want Alan to throw me down on the ground and fuck me silly!" She paused, realizing that it might be unseemly to be so horny for her son. "Um, I mean, it gets me very aroused. I'm not sure if I'll be able to wear clothing over my chest any more."

Akami chuckled. "I can see that. But don't worry about it. Consider yourself blessed. You'll give so many so much pleasure, and you yourself are nearly drowning in constant erotic joy. Everybody loves you best naked. So what's to worry?"

Susan grumbled, "I suppose. But my brain isn't happy about the tit takeover.... AAARGH!" Akami was sucking again.

Akami pulled back after she detected an orgasm come and go, then asked, "How was that on the scale?"

"Mmm, maybe a five. But it was a good five."

Akami was a bit chagrined that her ministrations rated so low, but she went to the chart and pretended to mark it. She thought to herself, A mere five? When I got her off? Unbelievable. Now the fun really begins. I can't wait to see what an eight or nine does to this woman.

CHAPTER 3

Akami told Susan, "Okay, now I'm going to do the same, but I'll stimulate your vaginal region instead." Before Susan could register a response to that, Akami bent down and put her tongue straight on Susan's nether lips. No woman had ever gone down on her before.

"Oh my! Well I'll be!" Susan had no words to express her feelings as Akami launched a triple attack. The nurse pulled at Susan's clit with one hand, stuck her tongue into her pussy, and probed up her anus with her other hand. It was a good thing Susan's feet were spread wide in stirrups, or her legs would have gone flying all over and possibly knocked into Akami. They kept on like this for many minutes, until finally Susan began loudly moaning and even screaming.

"Oh yes yes YES! That's so good!" Susan began orgasming again. Akami pulled away after she climaxed. Her entire nose and chin area was soaked in Susan's juices.

"How was that?" the nurse asked. She tried to wipe her face off by sucking her wet hands into her mouth, but she didn't get it all. She was pleased with Susan's taste.

"It was great! I love it! Please don't stop!"

"I mean on a one to ten scale."

"Oh. A six. Definitely a six!" Susan had put her own hands into her pussy and was still triggering more orgasms for herself. Akami was beginning to get jealous at just how much sexual pleasure her patient must be getting, if this was still only a six.

Akami stood by and waited for Susan to calm down, but if anything, the mother was only getting more excited. It seemed that now Susan had started, she could just keep orgasming the rest of the day on thoughts of previous experiences alone.

Akami again made marks on her chart. "Okay, for the next test, I want to see how the act of merely stimulating someone else makes you feel. I want you to stimulate me in the same way I've been stimulating you."

"I dunno," Susan said, but she was only going through the motions of being reluctant. She was ready to do just about anything by now. "But I suppose it's only fair to return the favor..." she said as if convincing herself.

Akami unbuttoned her lab coat and presented her naked chest to Susan, who still sat in the examination chair. Susan began running her hands over the nurse's tits. Akami's tits were unimpressive compared to the giant orbs of Suzanne, Amy, and Katherine that Susan was more used to groping, not to mention gravity-defying Brenda's tits that she'd thoroughly explored the night before, but they still were a good handful. Susan eventually put her mouth on a nipple, but she seemed very awkward and uncertain on what to do next.

"That's good," Akami said encouragingly. "If it helps at all, imagine that I'm Katherine."

Akami definitely said the magic words. Susan went at Akami with a new vigor. "Oh yes, Angel, I'm sucking you! I'm so sorry, but I just can't help myself. I'm just too naughty."

Akami had never met Katherine, but pretended to be a daughter anyway. "That's okay, Mommy. I like it when you touch me there. When you suck me... with your mouth."

"Yes! Mommy likes it too! She really does. Mmm... YES!" Susan increased her enthusiasm even more, and Akami felt as if her tits were going to be vacuumed right off her body by such a hungry mouth. Meanwhile, Susan still had her blouse on her sleeves, and finally shucked it off so she could be completely naked. It gave her a shiver to know that she was now buck naked inside a doctor's office.

Akami did her best to get the rest of her clothes off while she submitted to Susan's oral assault. But Akami was having a hard time getting naked, so she called a temporary halt to the proceedings. "Just a minute, there, Susan. Stop and tell me how that rates."

"Oh, I don't know. A five."

"A five? You don't like me, Mommy?"

"Okay, a six, if only because you're calling me mommy." The word "mommy" really excited Susan, and she was frustrated Alan still hadn't picked up on her not so subtle hints to use it. "Are my relations with my children improper? They must be."

"I'll answer that question after you lick my pussy," Akami said, now that she was totally naked. "Mommy, can you get down on your knees, and lick me in my special place?"

Susan got on her knees, but seemed a bit hesitant at the new experience too. As if stalling for time, she asked, "What's the magic word, Angel?"

"Please? Could you lick my cunt, please? Alan isn't licking it nearly enough these days."

Again Akami said the real magic words, though it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that bringing Alan into the fantasy would help get Susan more aroused. Susan again attacked Akami like a woman possessed. She boldly placed her tongue onto Akami and began exploring her nether regions with her hands and mouth. Susan didn't really need any encouragement, but Akami would periodically say things like, "Right there! That feels nearly as good as when Alan fucks me!"

Susan paused in her licking only long enough to shout, 'No, Alan, don't fuck your sister! I'll sacrifice my body instead!"

Soon both women were shuddering and shivering with intense orgasms. Akami had set up a bed, and fell back onto it. Susan followed her on top, and the two of them spent more minutes kissing, sucking, fingering, and generally getting it on. But before Susan could really get satisfied, Akami again called a halt.

"What now?" Susan asked breathlessly, irritated at stopping. She was completely revved up now. "That was a seven. Let's go to the next test already."

"A seven? What does it take to even get an eight out of you?" Akami asked.

"You have no idea what an honor a seven is, given that Alan isn't here. So what's next?" Susan tried to wipe some of Akami's cum off of her face.

"Speaking of men, our next tests involve your reactions to a penis."

"Wait a minute!" Despite her wantonness, Susan was suddenly very wary. "Does this involve a real penis that isn't Alan's?"

Akami hated saying what she was about to say, but felt forced to do it. "As a matter of fact, it does, if that's okay with you. This is a very important test. We have someone willing to help..."

"Hold on!" Susan interrupted. "NO WAY. Period. I don't care what the medical justification is. NO way will I let even another man see me like this, much less touch me! NO. I'm leaving!" Susan immediately bounced up from the floor and began frantically searching for her clothes.

Akami was taken aback. She thought the woman would agree to anything sexual by this point. "All right. Don't worry. It was just an idea. I think we have enough data in any case to make a determination of your sexuality, so just relax."

Susan slowed down in putting on her clothes, but she was still clearly spooked. The sexual mood had been completely broken by the mention of a man. The man Akami had in mind was Dr. Fredrickson, and he was in a nearby room eagerly watching the proceedings and waiting for his chance to come in and join the fun. But luck was not with him that day.

Akami felt bad, and was truly apologetic. Dr. Fredrickson had forced her to make that suggestion and she was relieved Susan turned the idea down. She thought, I KNEW this wasn't what Susan would want! "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize..."

"No, you did not!" Susan cut in. She paced around the room. "You don't realize how special my Tiger is, how unique he is. You clearly don't understand anything at all! You've been fucked by him, so you should know. How can you even THINK about fucking another man, after that? What's wrong with you?!?"

Akami indeed tremendously enjoyed fucking Alan, but she hardly saw it as reason to give up on all other men, forever. Sex with Alan didn't have anywhere near the same emotional depth for her. In her opinion, Alan was admittedly a very excellent lover, but still a teenager who had lucked into an incredible situation. But she said, to calm Susan, "Sorry. You're so right. I don't know what came over me. I was thinking that since it was required for the medical test... But that's no excuse."

"Damn right it's not!" Susan said hotly. But she sat back down.

After Akami made some small talk and soothingly stroked Susan's ass to put her patient more at ease, she looked at her notes and declared herself ready to make a verdict. "Susan, clearly you are a woman with a high sex drive. But the fact that you're so adamant about not being with a man other than Alan shows that you are still in control, and not a nymphomaniac in need of treatment. Nymphomaniacs don't have the self-control to discriminate. My suggestion is that you have sex frequently, and enjoy yourself. You're not ill, you're just someone who needs a lot of sexual satisfaction. Masturbate too, to your heart's content."

Susan stared off into space, fantasizing Alan fucking her. "Really? Hunh. But what about my unnatural feelings towards my children?"

"That's something for your psychiatrist to sort out. That's not my department."

"But don't you think it's wrong?"

"Speaking as a professional nurse, there's nothing medically wrong with it, as long as you don't have children with your children. And your records indicate you're infertile anyway, so that's not an issue. So if your psychiatrist thinks it's okay, it must be okay. I say fuck Alan to your heart's content."

"I don't know... It just seems so..." Susan seemed lost in thought. But then she said more enthusiastically, "Anyway, thanks for the Tompkins whatever test. I found that very, uh, educational."

"My pleasure. Especially the second part. Too bad this was the first and probably last time I'll be able to do that as part of my nursing duties. You know, we could still continue the rest of the test with a dildo..." Akami put her lab coat and stethoscope back on, less to dress than to look sexy to help convince Susan to stay.

"Thanks, but really, I should be going. I'm sure you have other patients with more important problems than mine." Susan remained somewhat spooked and afraid a man might still somehow enter the picture, so she didn't want to get too excited where she might lose control.

"Yes, but none with problems as fun as yours. I'll have to hold out until Alan's next appointment on Friday." Akami smiled a very devious smile thinking of all the ways Alan would doubtlessly fuck her then.

"You take it easy on him, okay?" Susan said, smiling.

"I will," Akami smiled back, playfully running her tongue outside her mouth, as if licking her chops at the thought of sucking Alan's penis. Far from being perturbed at that, Susan imitated the licking with her own mouth for Akami.

The appointment eventually wrapped up, but the tongue licking motions led to a discussion of giving Alan blowjobs. Susan enthusiastically explained some of the techniques she'd been using that Alan particularly liked, and Akami offered some tips in return. Akami was struck by how much this woman had changed in less than two months since their first appointment. She noticed that the puddle on the plastic seating beneath Susan's thighs slowly grew just by them talking about blowjobs.

At one point, Susan opined, "You know, I'm still thinking about what you said earlier. That all women are naturally bisexual."

"I don't know about that," Akami butted in, since she was just making it up.

"No. You're right. It makes so much sense. It's only natural, so that women will better enjoy threesomes, foursomes, and more with Alan. A virile man like him needs a large harem of nymphomaniacs to keep him satisfied. His women need each other to help pass the time when he's fucking someone else and to help provide him visual entertainment."

Akami's mind boggled. This woman is amazing. It's like her brain is damaged or something. How could she be that into one guy, that she'd welcome sharing him like that? That must be the power of incest fiddling with her reasoning.

Susan eventually got up and put her hand on the door to go. But Akami had heard Susan talk earlier about how she'd been "greeting" everyone with a French kiss, and used that to her advantage. "Just a minute, Susan. I don't believe you've given me a proper good-bye kiss."

Susan was puzzled, but then figured out what Akami meant. "So sorry. My mistake." Smiling a happy smile, she went back to Akami, and their lips locked for many minutes.

After Susan left, Akami looked towards one section of the wall and pointedly shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, "Sorry, but I tried."

Doctor Fredrickson was frustrated. He was on the other side of the wall. He'd watched and heard the whole thing on video, with his pants at his knees. He'd been so certain that he'd soon be fucking Susan that he'd generally gone easy on masturbating. And now it was all over. He made a mental note to force Akami to have Susan back, as soon as possible. And this time, if he wasn't going to get in on the action directly, he was going to make completely sure that it would be recorded for posterity. Maybe with blackmail material, she'd have no choice but to give in to his desires. If she still resisted, he could at least make a ton of money selling the video, but he didn't want revenge, he wanted her. He wanted her bad.

CHAPTER 4

Susan wasn't lying about being horny nearly all the time lately. Far from being sexually satiated by the appointment with Akami, all the talk at the end about sucking Alan off only left her extremely ready for action.

Suzanne came over to the Plummer house minutes after Susan got back home, and Suzanne continued to break down Susan's resistance to lesbian lovemaking while Alan and Katherine were in school. Once again they "practiced" French kissing at every opportunity.

First they had to do their daily exercises. Suzanne kept the conversation focused on nonsexual things during their exercising, saving the sexual for when they began nude sunbathing. Susan told her all about Alan's acute homework problem.

Despite the emphasis on the nonsexual, Susan couldn't keep her clothes on for long. Not long after they started their workout, Susan said, "I'm getting so hot and sweaty. Do you mind if I just, kind of, get more comfortable?"

Suzanne too found herself getting "more comfortable." The truth was, lately she enjoyed being naked nearly as much as Susan did. She answered Susan's question by dramatically unbaring her breasts, quickly opening up the front of her leotard right in front Susan. This caused her friend's eyes to widen, and Susan quickly got out of her clothes as well. Suzanne thought to herself, This is so strange. I mean, my skin-tight pink leotard was nearly completely see-through in the first place, so why does taking it all off make me feel so tingly and giddy? Am I getting socially conditioned without even knowing it? But she easily pushed such worries away and just reveled in the feeling of running her hands up and down her silky smooth skin.

The only problem exercising naked was the way their boobs bounced around. Suzanne suggested that next time they wear their "training bras" - the wire frames they wore at night to keep their boobs from sagging over time - and Susan readily agreed. Suzanne hoped to keep Susan naked as much as possible from now on and was pleased at how easy that goal appeared to be.

Suzanne found herself imagining Susan as the Plummer house slut, lying nude in bed all day, getting fucked by one visitor after another. In her vision, all of Susan's visitors were female, except Alan. Suzanne was rather surprised to realize that even in her fantasies now, Alan was the only male to appear. Suzanne let the vision fade, as it seemed a mean thing to wish on her best friend.

Laying nude on lawn chairs in the back yard, Suzanne finally allowed Susan to explain the medical appointment with Akami in arousing detail. Suzanne was pleased at every development. She'd been waiting a long time, and now she was sure that the time was right to have no holds barred sex with Susan. She was surprised that Susan hadn't really done anything new beyond eating Akami's pussy and get eaten in return. Suzanne was glad that she would be the first one to teach Susan about dildos. That had been put off an extremely long time, and the time to fix it was now.

When Susan got near to the end of her Akami story and talked about Akami's offer to continue with a dildo instead of a penis, Suzanne interjected, "You know, Susan, there's been a lot of talk about dildos lately, but I can't believe you still don't use one. Why is that?"

"Well... The other things I've been doing have been entirely to help Alan get stimulated. But to just pleasure myself in private - that would be completely unseemly and not very ladylike."

Suzanne had a hard time keeping a straight face. She could have pointed out any number of inconsistencies in Susan's overall logic, and the doubtless countless times that Susan had masturbated in private lately, but figured that would be counterproductive. Instead, she suggested, "Susan, you want to have uninhibited sex with your son, right?"

Susan blushed, and stammered, "Uh, not exactly... What I mean to say is..."

Suzanne chastised her. "Oh come on! Quit pretending you don't want it. You're talking to your best friend here. Are you ready for his huge boner to fill you?"

Susan closed her eyes, because she was too embarrassed to look at her friend. "I am. Actually, I was thinking about doing it this afternoon. But with his homework load, it wouldn't really be fair..."

"Good for you! Congratulations on making that emotional breakthrough and openly admitting your need. But you're right. It wouldn't be fair to Alan to do it today. The most important thing is seeing him have a bright future and getting into a good school. If the two of you fuck, that'll throw his concentration off for days. But still, you have this need. It's so close..."

"YES!" Susan sat up and dared to look Suzanne in the eye. "What about my desires? I'm dying!"

Suzanne smiled a knowing smile. While she was happy for her best friend to fuck Alan, eventually, she still wanted delay to better secure her own spot with him. "That brings us back to dildos. Have you considered that by using a dildo you could satisfy your needs down there for a real penis by using an artificial one, and that could greatly help your willpower? Like having decaffeinated coffee instead of the real thing. Plus, if your goal is stimulating Alan, I'm sure he'd be really turned on seeing you use a dildo on yourself or using it on someone else. Imagine him watching me push a dildo into you, for instance. That would get him so hard his penis would be able to cut through diamond."

"Really? You think?" Susan was entranced by the thought. "I guess I could try one out, just, you know, to see how it goes. But I don't have one and I'd be far too embarrassed to ever buy such a thing."

"If that's your only problem, then that's no problem at all," Suzanne said, jumping up. "I have just the gift for you. I'll be back in a sec." Anticipating that Susan would be ready for dildos in the wake of the Akami appointment, she'd already put a number of dildos to try out on her friend in her purse. She walked naked back inside the house to get them.

Suzanne stood behind Susan's lawn chair a minute or two later. "I'm back already. Aren't you going to greet me?"

"Oh! Sorry!" Susan hopped up and planted her lips on Suzanne. They kissed for several minutes. Suzanne ran her hands all over Susan's naked form, and Susan wasn't too shy with her hands either. Suzanne had the gumption to stick her fingers into Susan's pussy, but Susan didn't reciprocate.

"Suzanne, you really shouldn't do that with your fingers," Susan weakly protested when their kiss finally ended a short time later.

"Why not? Isn't that what you just did to Akami, and then some?" Suzanne asked matter-of-factly. "I can't think of any reason to stop, except that I have something better to put in there." She bent over and reached into her bag, and pulled out a dildo about as wide as Alan's penis. She figured she should start out with what Susan was already intimately comfortable with.

Suzanne licked its tip tantalizingly with her lips. She noted that Susan, far from appearing frightened or embarrassed, seemed to look at the dildo with great anticipation and enthusiasm. "Can I put that in my mouth?" she asked. Sucking on phallic objects had become a new passion for her.

Suzanne commanded, "Later. Here, get back on your lawn chair, and I'll show you where it works best."

Susan quickly complied.

Suzanne sat on the side of Susan's lawn chair and waved the dildo around in the air, to frustrate Susan. "You can't just stick the thing in," she said. "First, you have to prepare your cunt." Suzanne took the dildo and began rubbing it on the outside of her friend's pussy. She pressed it against Susan's clit, and at the same time stuck her fingers into Susan's pussy and frigged her for a bit. Then she took her fingers out and pushed the dildo against her friend's pussy lips. Sticking the dildo in a half inch or less, she pulled it back again, but then declared Susan unready. She repeated this process several times, driving Susan increasingly crazy.

"Come ON!" Susan finally complained. "It doesn't take THAT long to get ready. I'm flowing like a river already!"

"You're right," Suzanne conceded. "I'm just teasin' ya. Here it goes." She plunged it in, in one slow but non-stop movement. She didn't stop until Susan's pussy was completely filled with plastic cock.

Susan cried out, "Oh, Alan!" and swooned. She came so hard that Suzanne had to grab her to prevent her from hitting her head on the poolside concrete. Since Suzanne was just getting started, she figured that most of Susan's excitement must have come from imagining the dildo really was Alan.

"How does it feel?" Suzanne asked. "Pretty good, eh?" Susan had grown extremely familiar with the taste of Alan's penis, and had come to love his cum and sucking it out of his prick as a wonderful end in itself. So generally she tried to use thoughts of tasting his cum to drive away the growing, aching need to have her pussy filled up. But now, with a dildo deep inside her, she was suddenly reminded how great it felt to have a pussy fully occupied. She wanted more of the same. Much more.

"It feels ... filling. Fulfilling," she finally answered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet, Susan. I haven't even started to move it. Why don't we try that now?" Suzanne slowly began pulling the dildo in and out. Susan's mind was blown at just how much it was like fucking, except that the only man she'd ever fucked was her husband Ron, and his penis couldn't compare with the dildo. Ron's penis was nearly as long as Alan's but it was quite thin.

"Oh my GOOOOODDD!" Susan cried.

Suzanne taught Susan a lot about dildos that day. After manually manipulating a dildo on her friend, the two went inside for fear of getting too much sun. Suzanne took the opportunity to demonstrate the workings of a strap-on dildo. At first Susan wasn't willing to try it out, but all Suzanne had to do was suggest that Susan close her eyes and imagine that it was Alan's dick coming to get her, and the mother's resistance completely crumbled.

Suzanne fucked Susan like a man. Susan had previously explained to Suzanne how Amy and Alan had been screaming in the middle of the night. Now she told Suzanne what to say as they imitated the two young lovers, and relived Amy's cries of passion. It greatly helped Susan's fantasy that Alan was pushing in and out of her. They went on like that for a very long time. Susan had all the climaxes, but Suzanne didn't mind.

Suzanne did find it strange though, that, in a sense, she was fucking Amy. She wondered if Susan was playing mind games with her by imitating Amy's voice so well, but realized Susan didn't really have it in her to play those kinds of mind games. She found the cries strangely arousing.

Suzanne then showed her friend a self-operating dildo. It buzzed and shook inside Susan while Suzanne took another one and stuck it in her own pussy.

"God, how many dildos do you carry around with you in your bag?" Susan asked in wonder. "And I thought I was naughty!"

The two were laughing when the phone rang. It turned out to be Susan's husband, calling from Thailand. Susan was no longer bothered by thoughts of morality, religion, or infidelity. Susan chatted amicably with Ron while Suzanne plunged the vibrating dildo in and out of her happy friend. Susan loved the irony of being pleasured while on the phone, but she couldn't keep up her end of the conversation very convincingly. She made up an excuse that someone was at the door and cut the call off early.

"How's your tiny-dicked husband doing?" Suzanne asked as soon as the phone was put down.

"Suzanne. That's not nice. Anyway, are you trying to get me in trouble? I could barely keep from moaning out loud." She took the opportunity to begin doing so. "In any case," she joked, "I think it's more P.C. to call him my 'thick penis-challenged husband.'" They both had a good laugh. "It was just his usual twice a month phone call. Thank God he's not coming home anytime soon, he says. He might come back for Christmas. I can't believe how uppity I got when he was here a few weeks ago. What a waste of good cocksucking time that was. So much has changed since. Just imagine if he had one of those video cameras, and saw me lying naked with you lying on top, pushing in and out with plastic cock! The way men are, maybe he's bored of me and would get excited by the sight of you."

Now that Ron had been brought up, Suzanne said, "You know, I've always wondered about Ron. How is it that your husband could be so sexually obtuse and hardly ever make love to you? I've had a theory, especially with his company sending him to Thailand so often. You mind if I check it out?"

"What does that mean?"

"Oh, just some snooping. Let's hire a private investigator and see how Ron has fun over there. It might come in handy if you get a divorce."

"Hmm. That would be extremely disloyal to my husband. I would never agree..."

"You never would have agreed, I know, but things have changed. Consider it done."

Susan acquiesced with continued silence. Privately she thought, I've had my theories too. Let's face it. A divorce is looking so likely. But what'll I do then? He's Mister Moneybags. How will I make a living? Let's not go there. Not today. Finally, she said, "Back to dildos. Thanks for setting me straight on those."

"My pleasure," Suzanne said honestly. "And yours too." She reached up and pinched Susan's nipple. "I know! Let's practice greeting each other again!"

"I'm quite mad at you," Susan said in mock anger as she lent in to kiss her friend. "Keeping dildos and your sexy body away from me all these years! How could you?"

The two of them practiced with dildos for many more hours. Suzanne refrained from giving or receiving any pussy licking because that didn't further her goal of getting Susan's pussy too sore to fuck. She succeeded in reaching that goal, and then some.

CHAPTER 5

Meanwhile, back at school Alan was determined to make a change. As soon as first period ended and he walked into the busy hallway for the five minute break to get to the next class, he saw Heather pushing through the crowd, headed directly for him. He thought, I know what's going to happen. She's going to want me to do even more sexual stuff. But I'm putting my feet down. It's time to thin things out so I have the energy to properly focus on the women I love the best. Now is when I have to spell it out.

As Heather came up, Alan preempted her and said, "Hey Heather. How was your weekend?" He was making idle chatter, aware that others could hear. Heather gave a short, routine reply and then he continued before she could say more, "I could really use a smoke next period. Why don't we go share a smoke, if you know what I mean? I'm sure Kim, Joy, and Janice would like one too."

That was the code language to meet in the theater room during the next break. Sure enough, an hour later, Alan quickly made his way to the theater room and found the four cheerleaders he specified already there.

Time was tight with only a five minute break, so Heather started talking before he even finished closing the door. "Nice to see you, Alan. I'm glad you called us together because we've got some urgent painting needs to discuss. It seems that Joy and Janice want to go without underwear for the week again, and Kim does too. I'm half tempted myself. I was thinking that maybe we could get the whole team..."

Alan cut her off. "Now, wait a minute. I know what you're going to say. You want me to be the painter again. I applaud your sexual freedom, but I can't help out this time, or on any other week. I have other responsibilities during lunch and after school."

Kim, meanwhile, was already moving in to jack Alan off while he talked. She didn't care if that was wildly inappropriate to the mood or if there wasn't time, she just wanted her hands on a penis. She generally hated men but loved penises.

Alan literally brushed her away, saying, "Thanks Kim, but not now." Then to the whole group, he went on, "Sorry. I really like all of you, but that's how it goes. The painting is easy. Anyone can do it and I can help with the supplies. You don't need me to be the one with the brush."

His lecture didn't go over too well. They could see that he was unusually determined. Janice spoke first. "Thanks a ton, Heather." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Looks like you're such a bitch that you put him off of all of us."

Heather shot back to her enemy Janice, "Hey, you brainless twat, the pot calls the kettle black. I'll have you know that..."

Alan interrupted again. "Stuff it, you two. This recent bickering is annoying me, but that's not the main problem. The problem is, I have to be somewhere else at lunch."

Heather looked at him skeptically. "Your job with Ms. Rhymer, I presume." She said job as if it deserved quote marks.

"Yes," he said defiantly. "It's a very important job. I help her with some routine tasks like filing papers, filling out forms, engaging in routine..."

Joy snidely whispered to Janice, "He's filling something of Ms. Rhymer's and it's not a form."

Alan though, overheard and stopped in mid-sentence. "Joy, I heard that, and I resent it. This job is completely on the level."

Heather was clever. She suggested, "Then I suppose you won't mind if we sit in on your little lunch work sessions every day. Starting today. What do you think, girls? Doesn't that sound like fun?" The others all vocally agreed.

Alan's confident demeanor faltered for a second, but then he put on a hurt face. "I'm insulted. All of you! Don't you trust what I'm..."

Heather now cut him off. "Come on, Alan. You can fool everyone else with this Ms. Rhymer's assistant shit, because most folks still think you're the goody-goody nerdy type. Old stereotypes die hard. But we know better. Whenever you split your lunch time and come running from her classroom to here, you're practically doused in her perfume. A couple of times you even had traces of her lipstick here and there. Don't insult our intelligence."

Alan was flummoxed. He paused for some long moments, until he realized he was caught red handed. Finally he said, "Okay, okay. You got me. But you can understand why I'd need to lie about that. I'm trying to protect her job. The fact is, she and I are serious. I've had a crush on her forever. As lovely as all of you are, none of you can compete with the emotional intensity I feel for her. I hope you'll have the grace to keep this an absolute secret."

Heather replied, "We do, but in return we expect more of your time."

Kim, though, piped up. "Come on, Heather. As much as I'd like more of Alan's time, I'm not going to blackmail him and fuck up his life and the teacher's life. You go too far." It seemed the others wanted to say the same thing, but Kim beat them to the punch. There were a few "yeahs."

Alan tried the high road approach. "Heather, people say a lot of nasty things about you, but I think you're better than that. I admire you. You tease and try your best, but you're not the kind of person to actually blackmail someone."

Heather found herself forced to agree. "Yeah." But it was just a temporary measure. She was already thinking up new angles.

Alan spoke. "Look, everyone. Let's call a spade a spade. You don't need me to paint. That's just an excuse so we can get together and fuck. I'm open to that, sometimes, but I have an official girlfriend now, Amy, and there's Glory, I mean, Ms. Rhymer, and there are some others too. I'm spread thin. Janice, Joy, and Heather, you all have boyfriends. In fact, Heather, you have a couple. Let's get together on special occasions sometimes and your boyfriends will take care of you the rest of the time. Is that so bad?"

The others mumbled and grumbled but didn't overtly contest his suggestion.

Alan looked up at the clock. "Would you look at the time? We're all going to be late to class. I've got to run. We can talk about this some more later. And I trust that if we're going to remain friends, none of you will stab me in the back and ruin things with Ms. Rhymer by telling anyone. I wouldn't be able to see any of you any more at all, if that were to happen, because I wouldn't know who was responsible for telling. Later!"

He took off. His statement about not knowing who would tell was true, but it was also a subtle blackmail that was clear to all. Despite his protestations against blackmail, he figured he had to play hardball when it came to Heather. As he closed the door, he thought, Phew. That went much better than I expected. They're really all right. Even Heather seemed reasonable.

But as the others made to go, Heather said, "Wait a sec. Don't you see? We don't have to blackmail him or the teacher. We only have to get them to break up, and there are lots of ways to do that. Then he'll be ours, each and every lunch. I've got a plan forming in my mind that involves a video camera. Who's with me?"

There were no takers. Janice flipped Heather the bird as she left. But Heather didn't give up. She thought to herself, So. That's the way it's going to be. I'm going to do whatever it takes. Get between him and Ms. Rhymer? Easy as pie. They're in such a vulnerable position. Get between him and Amy? Even easier. Amy is a complete pushover. I could probably talk her into eating her own shoe. And what about these mysterious others? I have a very strong hint that at least one of them has a name that sounds a lot like Katherine, and she looks a lot like his sister. Incest. Man, I can knock that one out of the park with my eyes closed. I've got so much on Alan that he'll have to take me as his girlfriend. I just need to do a little legwork, get some evidence, lay some plans... No one gets the better of me!

CHAPTER 6

Alan's fourth period class taught by Glory seemed quite strange. In the middle of a lecture, she suddenly announced a surprise test in the form of an in-class essay. They'd have to spend the rest of the class writing an answer to a question she posed. Alan suspected that she made up the test and the question on the spot.

Then she got up to leave, saying that she'd be back shortly. On her way out she stopped by Alan's desk and slipped him a note she'd just written during the first couple of minutes of their essay assignment. It read,

Dear my favorite Young Man,

This is incredibly dangerous writing you a note like this, and our affair is going to get me fired one of these days. But that just makes me all the more horny. I got so hot looking at you and thinking about what we're going to do during lunch that I can't take it any more. I have to go fuck myself in the bathroom right now or else I'm liable to start fingering myself right in front of everyone. I started thinking what if I just pretend to be scratching an itch between my legs, maybe no one will notice. I almost did it, too, standing in front of the blackboard, and only refrained because I knew that once I started touching myself down there I wouldn't be able to stop. Stop me the next time you see me starting to do something crazy like that!

I'm going to go take the edge off with a couple of climaxes. Know that while you write your essay, I'm in a bathroom stall down the hallway with my skirt up above my ass and my fingers deep in my hole, thinking only of you. I want you to fuck me. Hard. For the whole forty minutes of lunch. Every single instant. Get ready to whip your clothes off in record time because I want your monster teacher-tamer to be in me before the last student closes the door. Good luck finishing your essay while you think about that, hee hee!

I'm so ready for this interminable class to be over. If you even think about running off to your cheerleader friends today, I'm going to have to strangle you to death with my bare hands, and I'm only half kidding. You're making me crazy with lust! Please utterly destroy this note. I think going to the bathroom at the end of class and eating it isn't too extreme a safety precaution. I only wish you could join me in the ladies room right now, but don't!

Love,
Glory

Needless to say, Alan had trouble finishing his essay. Not only did the note arouse him, it also made him wonder if Glory might not be getting too excitable and possessive. In the end he switched from the topic at hand to writing about all the things he was going to do to Glory at lunch. As soon as he made the change, his stalled pen started to fly across the page. He figured that she'd get a kick out of reading it later.

Alan looked around and noticed with relief that everyone was so busy with their tests that they didn't even notice he'd been handed a note. He pondered what a huge scandal it would be if anyone else read the note. He actually did eat the note in the bathroom by excusing himself for a bathroom break not long before the period ended.

Finally, the end of class came. They waited until the last student closed the door, then Alan went to lock it. He started fumbling with his clothes, but Glory just sat back in her chair, seemingly in no hurry at all. The first words Alan said were, "Aren't you gonna get naked? Like the note said?"

Glory chuckled. "That was before I got off in the bathroom. Three times, actually. I'm much better now. I have my self control back. If you would have caught me fifteen minutes ago, I would have promised you anything and worshipped your cock like it was the god of a new religion. But now that we're all relaxed..."

"Hey. You're relaxed. I'm still bursting with cum." Alan finished taking his clothes off, despite her toying with him.

She smiled naughtily. "Correction. Now that I'm all relaxed, let's do this right. I'm up for playing a role play. How about you?"

Alan groaned. He wanted instant relief, but this meant more delay. But he was always polite and amenable. "Dang it. Okay, but let's make this quick. I'll play the naked student who sees his beautiful history teacher behind her desk and goes up and fucks her silly." He walked towards her, intent on carrying that out.

Glory laughed. "Very cute. Far too realistic though. Come up with something better."

Alan was positively peeved. She seems to think we have all the time in the world! What's with her? Is this her way of reasserting herself after cravenly begging for cock on the phone over the weekend? That would make sense. But she can only have the control to do it if she gets off first. Grr. Well, I'll show her a role play!

"Okay, Glory. But you do as I say, and don't waste time. First off, I'm gonna turn off the light and shut the blinds." He immediately started doing so. "It's night time. You've stayed extra late at school, grading papers. You went to your car, but it wouldn't start. There was no one around to help. So now you're walking home. Get up and start walking."

Glory did so. She more or less walked in place, since there wasn't far to go in walking from one side of the classroom to the other. But she did move forward ever so slowly. Alan meanwhile continued pulling down the Venetian blinds on all the windows, one by one. By the time he finished, the class was quite dark.

"Okay. Good. Unfortunately, you have to walk through a bad neighborhood to get home. A very, very bad neighborhood. It's late. It's dark. You're scared. As you walk down a dark alley way, you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. You turn around, but there's no one there. The steps have stopped. But when you start up again, they start up too. You keep walking. The steps are coming closer. You stop again."

This time Glory actually stopped. She looked over her shoulder. Alan was still pulling down blinds, but he finally finished. He rushed his naked body over towards Glory but there was no where to hide in a wide open room. But she was past her desk by now, more or less standing behind where she usually sat, so he crouched down and hid below the side of her desk.

He continued, "You start walking again now, but you're scared."

Glory spoke. "I am!"

"Good. The footsteps resume. They're coming closer. Closer." He stood up, and looking around, grabbed a ruler off of the desk. Then he rushed behind Glory and drew the ruler across her neck. It had a metal edge on one side, and he put that edge up to her skin. She shuddered because she momentarily thought he really did have a knife. He whispered in a low and gravelly voice, "Lady, your money or your life!"

Glory was trembling, though Alan couldn't tell if it was acting or if he'd successfully set the scene. She whispered back, "Take what you want. Anything. Just don't hurt me!"

Alan paused. He breathed down her neck. "Anything, hunh?" He started to trace the shape of her collar bone with the edge of the ruler. His voice was gravelly and ugly, not gravelly and sexy like Suzanne's. She shivered again. "Hmm. You're a pretty nice lookin' lady. Too bad you were walking down here. Almost makes me think you were asking for it."

"For what?"

"To get raped. By a real nasty man." Alan suddenly dropped the ruler to just below her skirt and used it to pull the skirt up. Then, holding the skirt with a hand, he used the ruler to pull her panties down. He ripped the panties in the process, which he thought was an appropriate touch. Then he poked at her pussy with the ruler. She gasped. He felt around her crotch with his other hand, reaching through her legs.

"A-ha! You're wet. What kind of hussy would be wet from the instant a dirty man starts to touch her in a dark alleyway?" He sloshed his finger around her pussy lips - they were very wet indeed.

Glory make a signal with her hands and said, "Time out. Alan, that's no fair. I was wet from before. I was soaked before we even started, just thinking what we'd do."

"But why are you so freely flowing right now? You're about as drippy as I've ever seen you." He diddled with her clit until she let out a tortured moan.

She protested, "But that's only because I know it's you and I'm not really being raped. I don't get turned on by rape. I'm a liberated woman."

He brought the ruler back up to her neck, only now it reeked of and dripped her pussy juices. "That may be. All I know is you can't say this isn't turning you on. The time out is over."

He suddenly drew the ruler across her neck, pressing into her skin a little. She shuddered again, and Alan realized that she just came. He whispered right into her ear with his ugly voice, "Nice lady, I don't want your money. Or, I don't want just your money. I think I'll fuck you first. Then I'm going to take you back to the warehouse where my whole gang is going to fuck you silly. We're going to tie you up and drench you in cum. There's gonna be nasty men pounding into every hole all at once. You're going to be a sperm receptacle until you can't walk. Then we'll take your cum-glazed body and throw it into the street so other nasty men can find you and do the same to you. If you're walking home, expect it to take you a couple weeks to get there."

Glory suddenly turned around, looked at Alan right in the eye, and said angrily, "Okay, young man, that's it! I've had enough!"

Alan wasn't sure what she meant. He wondered, Did I go too far? By using rape as a fantasy did I cross an uncrossable line of bad taste?

But it wasn't her intention to complain. She literally ripped her blouse open. Buttons went flying everywhere. Within seconds she had her skirt off and her bra off. Her sleeves and panty hose still remained only because she couldn't be bothered to take the time to get them off. She said huskily, "Enough playing around. Fuck me already, you nasty man! And don't lose the ruler!"

Alan roughly pulled her to the floor, and she mewled with great pleasure as he did so. He growled, "Here ya go, nice lady! Take my big, fat, smelly cock, because it's gonna fill your hole and then some!"

She cried, "No! Don't! NoooOOOOoooo!"

For once, Alan knew not to listen, and not stop. He pushed in deep, and fucked her hard and fast. She replied with alternate cries of "Don't!" and then "Stop!" "Don't!" "Stop!" Eventually the thrusts were coming so fast that the don'ts and stops were blurring into each other. Finally, she was very clearly and deliberately yelling, "Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

Alan in fact didn't stop. These fast, intense fucks were usually over quickly, but not this time. Alan focused hard on not cumming, and held out a remarkably long time. It seemed that in what was still a less than ten minute fuck, he fucked her in every conceivable position. First he lay on top of her, then with barely a pause, flipped her over, then he pulled her up and bent her over her desk and fucked her doggy style. Then, dramatically, he swept the desk clean, laid her across it, draped her legs over each side, and then fucked her there.

The entire time, he remained in character, grunting and moaning with a low, menacing, rough voice. As he picked up Glory and put her on her desk, he muttered, "Move it, pretty lady." All that caused whimpers and sighs of delight in Glory. When she got so excited that she started screaming loudly and piercingly, Amy-style, Alan clasped a hand over her mouth and muffled her cries. He realized with pleasure that that was not only necessary to prevent their being found it, but it was also in keeping with the role play.

He literally fucked her backwards down the desk. They both came in an Earth-shattering climax before Glory reached the other end. Then they just laid in place on the desk, huffing and puffing for many minutes.

When they finished, the first thing Glory said was, "I always wanted to do that 'don't stop' thing. But I never actually did, even with my boyfriend of two plus years. He would have found it childish. You make me lose all my inhibitions."

Alan replied in his low rapist voice, "Sorry 'bout that lady. I'm sure we'll find 'em here in the alley somewhere. Now, speaking of missing, where did you put your purse? I still want your money."

She laughed and nudged him in the arm. "Curse you, young man. You just fuck too good and you're far too clever. I could never have imagined that you could equal our first fuck, but you just about did it. Damn! Not only did you knock my pencil sharpener to the floor and break it, but you ripped my blouse. Good thing I figured you'd do that one of these days and kept a spare."

Alan just smiled. He too was a bit surprised how intense their love-making could get. Glory seemed to bring something special out of him, and the role plays helped a lot too.

As they sat in the afterglow, cradling each other in casual embrace, Glory commented, "You realize I'll never look at a ruler in the same way again, don't you? I'll have to get a new ruler that looks completely different from that one if I ever hope to teach with dry panties again. That one goes back to my apartment. I may break it out from time to time for 'special assignments,' if you know what I mean."

He answered, "I actually know exactly what you mean. I have an image of you standing in front of the classroom holding a ruler and stroking it up and down like you were jacking off a penis. That was just a few weeks ago, but I'm sure it's permanently burned into my brain forever. In fact, isn't it the same ruler?"

She smiled in fond remembrance. "In fact, it is. This puppy definitely goes into the ruler hall of fame." But then she looked at him with concern. "But you ARE a bastard, you realize that? I was so keen on regaining some position in your eyes after what you did to me over the weekend. I had half a mind to spank you really good today. That's what I fantasized about all last night. But then you have to have this rape role play and expose me as being even more beholden to your glorious man-muscle. That's just plain cruel."

"Sorry. I was just feeling pissed off all of a sudden and decided to run with the emotion. It really wasn't an intentional thing. I just want to have fun."

"Never you mind. But know that you have a surprise spanking in your very near future." She winked. "I'm shocked at the things that you reveal are arousing to me. In this case I plead that it wasn't really the rape fantasy so much as knowing how you were going to blow my brains out with the way you fuck. And of course you did. But the good news is, we still have a goodly amount of time left. I've got another surprise test for you. Show me how good you are at licking a cunt. Three climaxes for your teacher is an A."

Alan saluted. "Yes, ma'am. ... Oh. By the way, you don't have to worry about me running off to the cheerleaders any more. I told Heather and her pals that my lunches will be spent only with you from now on. Turns out they knew what we've been up to, but that couldn't be helped. At least they've sworn to keep quiet." He bent down and put his tongue to work.

Glory moaned "Oh, Alan!" in response to both his tongue finding her clit and the good news. But after the happy surprise wore off, she began to consider the implications. This is so dangerous. Now a bunch of young, gossipy girls hold my career in their hands. Especially Heather. I know that Heather. She, at least, doesn't like to lose. I'll bet that she's going to strike back, and I'll naturally be in the sights of her rifle. But I'm no pushover. Bring it on, baby, bring it on!

At that very moment, Heather stood outside the door to Glory's classroom. She had a cup up to the door, which allowed her to hear some of what was happening inside. Thanks to excellent sound proofing she couldn't hear any of the words, but she could make out the rise and fall of the lovemaking energy, and catch some of the louder screams. Had she been able to hear Glory's challenge, she would have looked Glory in the eye and replied, "Don't worry. I'll bring it on and then some. You're going down!"

CHAPTER 7

Ironically, given Alan's new resolution to distance himself from the cheerleaders, the first thing he did after school was go and fuck three cheerleaders. Monday afternoon normally meant another "S-Club" meeting (or "S-A-Club meeting" as everyone but Susan now called them), now that Katherine and Alan were no longer grounded. Alan was going to cancel it due to his huge homework load, but then Kim announced at the end of school that Amy would be joining them as well. Alan realized what a good idea that was, since Kim already knew his incestuous secrets, and he couldn't resist the invitation. He figured it didn't really go against his new cheerleader stance, since two of the cheerleaders in question were Amy and Katherine.

When they got to Kim's house, Alan was surprised to see that the girls all went to Kim's room and sat down, fully clothed, and started acting as if they really were in a normal club. Kim sat in a chair facing the other three sitting on her bed and appeared to lead the meeting. She pounded on her arm rest and said with a bemused smirk on her face, "The meeting of the Service Alan Club will come to order."

Katherine immediately raised her hand and Kim called on her. "Yes, Katherine?"

Alan's sister spoke in a mock officious and nerdy tone. "I suggest we all get naked and immediately start servicing Alan. It is, after all, the core mission of our organization."

Kim smiled and nodded in agreement. "Does any one second the motion?"

Amy raised her hand. "I do. But I want to make clear that we're all united in determination to make Alan feel so horny and so good that he doesn't know up from down. Maybe we can put that in the official record or something. I propose we start by having one girl strip the clothes off of the other while the third begins cocksucking without further ado."

Kim replied, "I agree. Katherine what do you think of that suggestion? Oooh. Looks like Amy has already nominated herself for the cocksucking part. You go, girl." Amy had dropped between Alan's legs and had his penis far down her throat in a near deep throating. "That leaves you and me to get started with the visual stimulation. All in favor say 'aye' or wrap your tongue around a cock."

Alan, Kim, and Katherine said "aye." Alan then announced gleefully, "I can safely say that Amy voted yes as well."

"Good." Kim stood up, then reached out a hand and helped Katherine up. "Katherine, we at the Service Alan Club have to acknowledge that since you're his sister, he gets most aroused by you and fucks you the most. Not to mention, you have a damn fine body which we all adore. So it's only appropriate that you strip first. All in favor of that motion say 'aye' or stick your finger up Alan's ass."

Alan again confirmed that Amy joined in with the ayes. He also realized that she somehow was managing to take off her own clothes even while mostly keeping her hands on his privates. He could tell because she enjoyed rubbing her nipples across the skin of his legs at every opportunity.

Kim put on a collection of James Brown's greatest hits. Katherine stood before Alan and began dancing to the funky beat while Kim, also dancing, worked on removing her friend's clothes. There was a lot of licking and kissing and fondling. Before long, a good deal of Kim's clothing came off too. Alan bounced around on the bed, enjoying the music, and even Amy bounced and sucked cock to the beat.

Before long, Kim and Katherine were naked and sexually assaulting each other with abandon right in front of Alan. Then the song "Sex Machine" came on. Kim paused in her sucking of one of Katherine's tits (though her fingers in Katherine's pussy didn't pause). She said, "All those in favor of declaring Alan the official number one sex machine of our high school, say aye or deep throat him."

That was a challenge for Amy, since she'd never deep throated before. But she'd been reading up on it, and more importantly getting tips from Suzanne in recent days. They'd even discussed deep throating. As a result, she was able to take him all the way with only a little bit of gagging. She couldn't hold it long, and it was a far cry from one of Glory's expert jobs, but it was a good start. He patted Amy on the head encouragingly.

Katherine joked in a deadpan voice, "I resolve that Alan stays on the scene like a, like a, sex machine."

Alan, also quoting from the James Brown song, replied equally seriously, "Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do MY thang. Movin', doin' it, you know." Everyone laughed. Then Alan continued in a more normal voice, "I also have a proposal. I propose that we get down to some serious fucking already. Amy is such a naturally talented cocksucker and now deep throater, and this mutual striptease and grope session is so arousing that I don't think I can last much longer. And I get to unload in women's mouths all the time. I want to deposit this load in a nice, warm pussy."

Kim disengaged from Katherine and clapped her hands to get attention. "You heard him, girls. We Service Alan Club members must act like a well-oiled machine to give him maximum pleasure."

Katherine suggested, "More like a well-lubed, dripping, and juicy pussy sex machine."

Kim replied officiously. "I stand corrected. Please make the proper correction in the minutes for the meeting. Quick. Let's assume our positions and bust out the condoms. Oh, wait. First we must vote on Alan's proposal. All in favor say 'aye' or put one of Alan's balls in your mouth and suck on it."

To Kim's surprise, she was the only one to say "aye." Katherine dropped down and joined Amy so each of them took one of his balls in their mouths. Alan didn't even know that was physically possible, but they managed to find room cheek to cheek. Alan was too overwhelmed by the resulting sensation to remember to vote. Kim joked, "I take it that's an abstention from Alan, but the motion carries by three votes to none."

Kim then roused everyone up. She clapped her hands to get attention and repeated, "Let's assume our positions. Katherine, as Alan's sister and the possessor of one of the finest tasting pussies in the known universe, a fact I can personally attest to, it's only right that you get fucked first and often. So assume the position on the bed and spread your sopping and incestuous thighs real wide." Katherine saluted and did so.

Then Kim turned to Alan. "Alan, you fuck your sister sitting up. That way, Amy and I have more of you and her to play with. Amy, since you have arguably the biggest tits of us all, your main job is to satisfy Alan's tit craving. Keep them buried in his face until he's drowning in tit. Alan, reward her by sucking her nipples as much as you can. Also, Amy, you can sit on Katherine's face and still lean forward for your tit duties. Sound good?"

"M'kay! Sounds super!" Amy naturally reacted with great enthusiasm.

They all started to assume their positions.

Kim spoke mostly to herself now. "That leaves me, little Kim, in charge of Alan's back side. Which mostly means I get to lick and finger his asshole, though I'm going to keep my hard little nips digging in his manly back at every opportunity. That's it, Alan, plow your sister's fertile fields deep and fill her with your incestuous brother-cum...."

Kim's orchestration of events and her taking the least desirable spot had a purpose. Given Alan's announcement that he'd be devoting all his school lunches to Glory, not to mention his near cancellation of today's Service Alan Club meeting, she knew she was very lucky to have him there at all. So she went out of her way to please him in every possible way, hoping that would encourage him to come back to use her house to fuck again and again.

She was very successful. Alan had a great time, and her organization of events helped. For instance, after he finished fucking Katherine, Kim sat up in the bed and announced, "Okay Alan, to get you warmed up for your next fucking, I say we give you a triple blowjob. Have you ever had one of those before?"

"Nope."

"Today's your first then. We're going to have to work this out so we can fit three heads around it. Let's see. Alan, you go sit on the edge of the bed..."

They got it all arranged, and sure enough, three tongues were soon busy licking his rod at the same time. They got it hard in seconds, and then kept going on it. One mouth typically sucked on his penis head, but made sure not to go too far down so the others could have room. Another tongue generally focused just on his sensitive spot below the head, and the third went roaming at the base, with a hand or two usually assisting by rubbing. And that's not to mention the hands and tongues that worked on his balls and anus. They'd do that for a while, and then switch positions, with the penis head sucking being the most coveted one.

Alan meanwhile closed his eyes and let his hands roam freely, not looking where they were going. There was always a tit, or ass, or pussy to fondle. It seemed that whomever he touched would soon respond with an orgasm. He felt a bit like Santa Claus, except he was handing out climaxes wherever he went instead of wrapped presents. He felt that it was nice, too, to just take orders for once and not have to be the one leading events.

Alan was struck, though not for the first time, at just how wet and sticky most sexual acts were. With three tongues lapping frantically on his penis, it became positively drenched in saliva and pre-cum. The girls' faces grew increasingly sticky too, even before he came. Alan found that the more he took part in sex, the less he thought of all the bodily fluids as gross and actually came to love seeing the look of wet skin, drenched in sweaty, juicy sex.

The girls stopped just before he hit his climax, and then he took a typical recovery break so he could save his load for another fuck. As he sat back on the bed and idly pulled on the two clits nearest his reach, he commented, "Wow. Thank you all. A triple blow is so great. I mean, not only does it feel fantastic, but it's such a power trip to have three girls all so eager to get a piece. The way you three all subtly jostle and fight to take control of a bigger piece of cock - I actually like that."

Amy answered, "We're in the Service Alan Club. That's our job. I'm soooo all over that duty. It's such fun. The only bummer is when there's not enough cock to service."

Alan swung over her. "Good answer. I'll show you something else that's fun. I'm going to fuck you a while, and then Kim. Meanwhile, Kim and Katherine, let me take Amy solo and you two have fun with each other lying right next to us."

Amy objected, though not very forcefully, "Don't you want to fuck Katherine some more? If that's what you want to do the most..."

He replied, "Now Amy, I know you're pretty selfless, but you can't possibly be that selfless. I know you want it, and you're gonna get it."

Kim added, "Sorry, Amy. I may be the president of the Service Alan Club, but Alan is the emperor and what he says goes. The votes are just for show. I'm afraid you're going to be fucked down to the marrow of your bones. You are nothing but a big-titted, wide-assed cum receptacle at this point, honey."

Amy pretended anguish. "Oh dear." She squirmed around on the bed, flaunting all her charms in the process. "Whatever will I do? I'm just a helpless cunt!"

Kim joked, "Everyone in favor of Alan's motion to fuck that helpless but tasty cunt, signify by deep throating him. No 'ayes' this time." That led to a lot of frustrated groans, since everyone was bad at deep throating. Alan groaned too, since he wanted to get on with the fucking, but he realized it would be good practice for the girls for later. Kim and Katherine were hopelessly out to sea in deep throating technique, but Amy soon had them practicing the basics, even though it was mostly a case of the blind leading the blind.

Alan took full advantage of Kim's selfless attitude. Mindful of his promise to fuck Katherine twice for every time he fucked Amy, he came three times in total and deposited two loads in his sister and one in his girlfriend, maintaining the balance. Kim didn't get fucked much at all, but she nonetheless had a very excellent time. Katherine and Amy allowed her to lick up all the cream pie after each fuck, and she loved that.

At one point near the end, Alan found himself cradling Amy in his arms. He asked her, "So Aims, what do you think of this foursome and our little club? Jealous? I know now that you do get jealous sometimes."

"It's great! What do YOU think, Mr. Official Boyfriend? Did we do a good job?" She cleverly avoided the jealousy issue.

"Good job?