CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Nov. 20)
Alan made it a point to get to school ten minutes early. He figured his friend Sean usually got to school with time to spare, so that would be a good time to catch him and talk about a proposal he'd come up with the night before.

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

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

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

"Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

"What did they ask?"

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

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

Alan thought, Man, Sean, everything's about to change. Get ready to hold on to your hat! Or maybe I should say hold on to your pants. "Look, I know I haven't been the best of friends lately. These last couple months you've hardly even seen me - none of my friends have. I want to make it up to you. Can you keep a secret? Absolute secrecy? You especially won't tell those guys snooping around?" Sean nodded. "The truth is, I've discovered sex in a big way. And Amy being my girlfriend is just the latest chapter in a wild ride. I've been living a bit of a double life and having loads of sex without anyone knowing. Some of the women in this school are really wild. Heather, for instance."

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

"I do, and I have. Have you noticed how she actually says hello and even talks to me? Why do you think that is? That's why those guys are snooping around. They're worried that I'm sleeping with their girlfriends. In some social circles pretty far removed from the ones you know, I'm getting notorious. Some guy practically attacked me in the hallway yesterday."

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

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

Sean was extremely skeptical. "Alan, two months ago we had a major D&D Lord of the Rings simulation. It lasted all weekend. You were acting, like, king of the geeks." Actually, Sean was king of the geeks much more than Alan was, and had for instance been the one to think up and arrange the game he referred to, but Alan let that point slide. "And now you're telling me that this same guy, namely you, is fucking Heather and others? And you expect me to believe that?"

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

Sean gasped as if Alan had uttered a heresy.

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

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

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

"Kim?" Sean exclaimed. "The cheerleader Kim? She's definitely doable. I'd totally do her. You're fucking her? But what about Amy? Amy is awesome. I would never cheat on Amy if she was my girl!"

"I know she's great, but she'll let me sleep with other girls, and variety is the spice of life. Believe me, man. You couldn't imagine how active my sex life is, which is why I need your help with Kim. And others, but she'll be a good start."

"Others? This is some kind of joke, right?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure. Kim, this is Sean. Sean, Kim." The two of them shook hands. Sean appeared to be recovering from his initial shock, though he was still tongue-tied. Alan said to the cute cheerleader, "Kim, I was just telling Sean here my secret that I've been involved with quite a few girls. He finds that hard to believe."

Kim looked around. They were in a remote alcove and no one was looking their way. With a devilish grin, she grabbed Alan's crotch. "Whatever are you talking about?" she asked facetiously. Then, as if that wasn't bold enough, she reached into his shorts and started ostentatiously jacking his penis up and down. Sean couldn't see Alan's penis still trapped in his shorts, but there was no doubt what Kim's hands were doing.

Sean's totally stunned facial expression was back with a vengeance. Kim leaned towards him and whispered conspiratorially, "Alan's penis is quite popular right now, I'll have to admit."

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

Kim, still as casual as ever, said to Sean, "I hear you're really smart. Would you like to come over to my house after school today and help me out with my homework ... and stuff? Alan suggested it would be good if we could work together for a little while." Her hand still flew wildly up and down inside Alan's shorts.

Sean remained quiet and stunned until Alan gave him a little kick. Then he squeaked out, "Um. Yeah. Homework. And stuff." There was no doubt that the "and stuff" was the main thing on his mind, as he imagined Kim doing to him what she was in the middle of doing to Alan. Sean was particularly blown away by the fact that a steady stream of students walked ten feet away from them. Had Kim and Alan been facing opposite directions so the front side of Alan's shorts could be seen, all hell would have broken loose.

But apparently that wasn't enough for Kim. Sean held his breath as he saw Kim reach for Alan's zipper. With an assenting nod from Alan, Kim pulled the zipper down. Alan no longer wore underwear anywhere, so she faced no obstruction as she pulled his penis out. She winked at Sean and said, "I like to help Alan out with 'stuff' as much as he'll let me."

She jacked Alan off in full view of Sean. Alan seemed to take it in stride, almost as if he didn't notice. But Sean was still trying to breathe and get his heart going again.

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

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

He turned to Kim. "That feels great, as usual, but class is about to begin. You two have fun later."

Kim smiled. "Oh, we will. And I think you and I need to meet more often like this. Whenever you get a stiffy, just ask any of us girls to lend a hand. We can do a lot in a five minute break. Imagine two or three of us sucking your cock at the same time in the stinky bathroom. I dream the impossible dream, but with enough of us on you we might even be able to get you to cum in our short window of opportunity." She winked and finally withdrew her hand from his shorts. She hurried off.

Sean was still too stunned to talk. But then a light bulb went off. He nearly shouted, "Wait! If this is for real, then you really did sleep with Heather!"

"Sssshh. Not so loud." Alan could detect Sean would be jealous about Heather as soon as he got over the shock. "Yes, I did. I hate to break it to you because I know how you think of her, but she sleeps with lots of guys. Lots. That's the bad news. The good news is that soon you'll likely be one of them."

That silenced Sean and seemed to return him to a completely shocked state. As Alan started to walk off, he emphasized again, "Remember: mum's the word. Seriously." Sean managed a nod.

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

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

Alan let out a big sigh of relief. There's something about unburdening this secret sexual life of mine to another male. I don't know what it is, but it makes it that much more real. It's not so much an ego thing - the last thing I need is more ego stroking! He joked to himself as he thought of what Kim did to his penis, Cock stroking good, ego stroking bad. Though she had to leave me with a big woody for class. Grr.

But getting back to Sean, it's the sharing of the burden, having a compadre, an amigo, in all this craziness. And my friendship with him was slipping away. I mean, I don't care about sitting around and discussing Red Dwarf or The Prisoner any more. Maybe now it can roar back with a vengeance. Awesome! I should have started this apprentice idea weeks ago. ... I just hope it works out with Sean and Heather. That's going to be a real challenge, getting her to wanna be with him. The ace in the hole is that I've stumbled onto what excites her, and that's degradation. And I know Sean has a dark side because I've seen glimpses of it. But can he be trained to treat Heather like I treat her, and quickly? As it is, he's the exact kind of pushover guy that Heather hates the most, so we've got a loooong way to go with him.

CHAPTER 2

Alan walked out of his first period class feeling wary. He worried about Heather ambushing him; he felt certain she'd have some new demands. But he hadn't gone far when he was ambushed by someone else: Heather's old boyfriend, Rockwell. Just like the unnamed football player who harassed him yesterday, the star quarterback Rockwell was surrounded by several flunkies. And just like yesterday, Alan was pushed back into a locker before he even knew what was happening. Except Rockwell seemed far angrier than Alan's tormentors had been yesterday.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, thanks to you, you fuck! You played me for a fool, but who's laughing now?" Rockwell swung again, and his muscular fist connected with Alan's nose. Then he hit his face with two more short jabs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He heard some sounds coming from the other direction and turned. To his delight, he saw Katherine and Amy getting up from where they'd been sitting. They moved to his side. Katherine grasped his hand tightly. He felt greatly reassured to have them there, and almost cried for joy to see their friendly faces. Amy's hand joined Katherine's, so now his hand was shared with both girls.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll do that," Mr. Mifflin said firmly. "I'll go get some pictures and be back shortly. And rest assured that this Rockwell is going to be expelled. I don't care if he is the star of the team, and I don't care what he or his friends have to say. Your wounds speak for themselves, and this school has a zero-tolerance policy for violence. This is not the first time we've seen this kind of behavior from Rock, so he's definitely gone. May I ask though what this is about?"

"He accused me of sleeping with his girlfriend. Only they already broke up! She can do whatever she wants now and he should just butt out." Alan figured that was basically true, even if he was sleeping with Heather before she and Rockwell broke up. In actual fact, Rockwell had good reason to complain. Heather had broken up with him just hours after Alan fucked her in the ass on Friday, and she did it as a direct result of Alan's disdain over her going out with the obviously lumberheaded, sexually inadequate, self-centered boy. Alan hadn't talked to Heather about it, but he'd noticed the timing and suspected a connection.

The vice-principal patted Alan on the knee. "Typical jock. Those guys think they own the school. Don't worry. I'll get this all sorted out. You just get better."

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

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

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

"No, it's true. I've been too cocky. This was pretty much inevitable, because I wasn't keeping my ear to the ground and listening to what people were saying. And my security standards grew lax. Amy, I should never have let you speak so freely about sexual stuff." Amy was going to say something, but Alan preempted. "Don't worry, Aims. It's all right. If not for you, it would have come out anyways. Heather and a couple of other cheerleaders were talking too, I'm sure. You know how it is: you tell just one best friend in top secrecy, but then that person tells just one, and so on. It gets around if it's interesting enough, and my case is too interesting." Privately, Alan cursed Simone, suspecting her of starting a whole new round of rumors. He also cursed himself for getting drawn in to Simone and the others the afternoon before.

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

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

"What?"

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

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

Amy and Katherine both nodded in agreement to that thought.

CHAPTER 3

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

Lunch with Glory turned out to be another mostly wordless cuddle session. Alan again laid next to Glory and held her tight while she held him. At one point, he thought to himself, In the greater scheme of things, this isn't all that bad. It was a wake up call. I've been getting so full of myself, and this brings me back to reality. Yes, Alan, a lot of girls think you're a super fucker, but life can still kick you in the balls. All too literally. Ouch. I just want to go home and get this lousy day over with. And the homework still hangs over my head. Fuck! What a lousy week. At least I have fucking Mom to look forward to. Just a couple of more days... And tonight, Brenda AND Xania are coming over. That's nice. I can drown my sorrows in Brenda's fluffy tit-pillows if nothing else.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alan had never cheated before, and he considered the paper "outsourcing" cheating. He knew he'd feel guilty about it, but felt he had no choice. He said reluctantly, "I'll take that deal. But I'll have to pay you back tomorrow. Look at my wounds. I have to go home and tend to them. And Katherine's waiting."

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

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

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

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

Meanwhile, Heather thought, Okay. I'm starting to change Alan's perception of me and proving myself indispensable to him. I've got to keep doing nice things. "Nice." I'm capable of nice. I really am. Meanwhile, knock Glory and Amy out of the running without leaving any fingerprints. And how to use my blackmail material without losing the nice image I need to get him to willingly be my boyfriend? Maybe blackmail those around him, so he'll never know. Yes! For instance, use the incest evidence on Katherine instead of on him, and in a subtle way. This unexpected assault on Alan plays right into my hands. I can say, "Look, Kath, you wouldn't want more harm to come to Alan, would you? What if those guys found out what you and him are doing with each other? He'd be lucky to get to jail before they kill him! Don't you think you two should just lay low with each other for a few months, and let me handle things?" It's perfect!

But then doubts began to hit her. But what if I fail? I never fail, ultimately, but I'll admit that I've had some bumps in the road lately. "Sharing didn't exactly work out" - that's an understatement! I really thought that if I couldn't compete with the emotional closeness he has with his sister, and maybe Glory or Amy too, I could make up for it with sheer quantity of quality pussy. But that sure backfired. Just who is he sleeping with behind my back, anyways? Are there others beyond those three and the rest of the cheerleaders, and if so, what exactly are they doing to each other? I thought I was the only one with the skills and contacts to arrange an orgy, but maybe orgies are old hat for him, for all I know. I need more information! I hardly know the guy except for the all important fact that I must have him as mine. He could have some fetish or passion that I could totally use to my advantage. I need to snoop, and dig up more dirt. I can't have another set back. If he finds out about the blackmail plan especially, my whole "nice girlfriend" plan will be ruined and then some, and then where will I be? Without a steady supply of quality fucking, that's where!

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

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

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

CHAPTER 4

When Alan came home accompanied by Katherine, there was a big scene. Susan fretted over him like a mother hen, and called Suzanne over immediately.

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

Of course he had to show his penis to everyone, and many hands checked to make sure it was still okay, and just as hard as usual. He complained, "Do you all love me, or just my penis?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

That put Amy's ass in a very visible position for anyone walking into the room. As he sat at that desk doing his algebra homework with Amy lightly blowing on and fondling his penis, Katherine walked in and casually flipped up Amy's skirt and fondled her friend's exposed pussy the whole time she talked to Alan. When she left she kept the skirt that way, so that other visitors could also enjoy the excellent ass.

Susan chuckled when she came in and saw how Amy's ass hung there. She said, "Now, Amy, do a good job on his penis or else he's going to have to spank you. That's a boyfriend's prerogative." She gave the ass a few playful slaps, but otherwise left it alone.

Suzanne, on the other hand, was mortified. She nervously looked up at Alan, but her eyes kept drifting down to her daughter's tempting ass. She complained, "Alan, don't expect me to bend under the table for you like that. It isn't dignified for a woman to do that." She hoped that would send a message to Amy not to flaunt her ass like that, but it didn't have any effect. She didn't visit again until Amy had been replaced.

Time flew by and Alan found he could get a fair amount done with the stealth stroking going on. With dinner coming up, Suzanne had to go back and prepare a meal for her family and Susan had to do the same, so Katherine relieved Amy after a while. Alan's penis was stimulated for over two continuous hours, yet at the end he still didn't give up a cum load, saying he wanted to save all his cum for the card game.

His penis took a break during dinner, and then Susan came in to do her "penis tending." The card game was to start later than usual, expressly to give Alan a couple more hours to study.

However, Susan seemed to be in a serious mood. She came in dressed in a silver silk kimono, which covered a lot of skin by her latest standards. Rather than sit under the desk as the others had done, she sat next to him in another chair and just jacked him off silently and lightly for some minutes. But Alan had a hard time studying because of the way that she intently looked at him the whole time.

Exasperated, he put down what he was doing and turned his full attention to his mother. "Mom, something's on your mind. What is it?"

Still jacking him off, she looked at him with a touch of sadness, and said, "Tiger, I'm concerned. There's one topic that you and I haven't ever really discussed." She paused with embarrassment. "Making love. You and I, making love."

Alan's heart went to his throat to hear this most sensitive of topics broached. He tried to put the issue to rest quickly. "Mom, I know you want to fuck me, and I want to fuck you. Or make love. That sounds better. You're perfectly fine with it, and so am I. Everyone who knows us, even the psychiatrist Xania, thinks it's high time already we get down to it. We're both waiting for the right time, and I'm sure it'll happen soon once your period is over. So what's to discuss?"

She sighed. "So many things. I have so many concerns, though they're not the same concerns I had even two weeks ago. Of course I'm fine with it. I can hardly wait. But I'm wondering if it'll be so special for you. I mean, you're fucking so many exciting and gorgeous women these days. Could it be that your thrill in fucking your mother is gone? Is that why you're in no big hurry? Maybe I just don't have 'it' like Suzanne does? I still haven't figured out that squeezy cunt muscle thingy she does..."

"MooooOOOooom! Come on! You know that isn't true. I want you so bad that I'm a wreck most of the time. I'm obsessed. Half the time when I'm fucking someone else, I'm thinking of you, imagining if this is what it'll be like with you or how it'll be different. There's nothing that excites me more than the idea of making love to you. I love you and I want to love you in every way. I can hardly stand it. The thought of fucking you is like a constant fuel for my lust, and it seems that most of the time when I'm fucking someone else it's just to take the edge off from the thought of being with you."

Susan was touched, and stroked his penis more tenderly and lovingly. "Son. That makes me so happy. But if that's so, why haven't you done me yet? I know I've been saying no the whole time, but couldn't you tell that my body was screaming yes? I keep telling you just take a woman if you want her. Don't take no for an answer. Who do you think I'm talking about? Barbara Walters? I'm talking about me!"

She stopped her stroking and got down on the floor just below him. Spreading her legs wide, she flipped up the flap of her silver kimono and lewdly exposed her pussy for him. "Look, Alan. There it is. Do you know how many times I've put myself in a position like this, or similar to this? How much more obvious can I possibly be? I need your cock like I need air to breathe. I have to have it! These last weeks have been utter torture. You've turned me into a complete sex addict because I've become at least as obsessed as you! Probably more. At least you have other people to fuck to take the edge off, as you put it. I haven't had a real penis in me for ages! Fingers or plastic just aren't the same. In fact, the only man who fucked me was your father, and for all practical purpose that still leaves me a virgin. You could hardly call what he did to me fucking. When will you have mercy on your poor mother? God, I just have to get laid! Reamed! Stuffed!"

"I know, Mom. I'm sorry. It's taken me a long time to learn that no can mean yes, but I'm finally getting it. And there are times lately when I was ready to do it. But there's always something that isn't perfect. And it's built up to such a big thing, that I want it to be perfect. I have to admit, I'm feeling a lot of pressure. Everybody seems to think I'm the world's greatest lover or something. So what if I just have one climax in me, and that's it? That would be such a let down for me, and I'm sure for you. I want us to make love for hours and hours the first time. Nonstop for days, even! But it seems that I've always been on the edge of physical collapse or utter penis exhaustion. I want it to be amazing! Unbelievable! The fuck of a lifetime! I want it to go down in history as the greatest fuck in the history of the universe. And I guess I'm afraid that I won't be able to be as good for you as I wish and dream I could be. I'm scared, I guess."

She got back up and sat on his lap. She stroked his unruly hair with one hand and his penis with another. "There, there. Anything you do will be great, because I know how much you love me and how much you care for me. I have to admit that the event has been building up and up in my mind too, and I want something really special. But I'm sure that whatever you do will be awesome, because you're an awesome guy. My son. How was your first fuck with Amy? Or with Suzanne?"

"They were both great. As much as I hoped for and then some."

"There. You see? And the way you broke in my virgin ass exceeded all my fantasies. It'll be incredible because we love each other so much that our passion will overcome everything. You'll see."

He smiled. "You're probably right. But there's more pressure on the man to perform, and I'm feeling the pressure. I keep learning new things so I'll be better when we finally get together." He suddenly switched gears. "Mom, you know, there's more to life than stroking my cock. Speaking about breaking in your ass, let's lay on my bed so I can fondle your sweet behind. How can we have a serious discussion if I haven't properly 'gotten your attention' yet?"

Susan just replied, "Yes, Lover," and moved over to the bed. She finally took off her kimono and her high heels.

That caused a lurch in Alan's penis because he knew things usually got hot and heavy when the heels came off. Susan was typically either in her high heels, or in bed, or in the shower. Occasionally she was even in bed with heels.

Alan really liked being called "lover." He got on the bed first, and then she got on top of him. They both moaned in pleasure of making full body contact. He especially loved feeling her large orbs press down and conform to the shape of his chest, but feeling her hairy bush scrape across his skin was also quite nice.

Susan naturally reached for his penis again, but he held her hand back. "Lover," he made deliberate use of that word, "Let me focus on your pleasure. Let me put all my concentration on your ass while we continue our conversation."

"Okay. If you insist. ... For a while." They both giggled at her cock stroking and sucking addiction. "Now, where were we?"

"Well, I wanted to talk about the when and wheres of making love. I don't know much about women's periods. Do they come to an end all of the sudden, or is it a gradual tapering off?" He aggressively mauled her ass cheeks while he spoke. Meanwhile, his penis poked out from the bottom of her ass, delighting Susan in the way it rubbed against her ass cheeks. He'd become remarkably adept at doing all kinds of sexual things while maintaining a normal conversational tone.

"There are some women's mysteries that should remain mysteries, Tiger. I'll let you know when my body is ready to have sex, okay? We could do it during my period in a pinch, but I'd rather not for the first time. I hate to get graphic, but your mother is gushy in more ways than one."

"Ooh, you're right. More info than I need to know. But can you guess when it'll be over? Friday, I hope?"

"Friday, maybe Saturday."

"Saturday?!? But I'll be on my hiking trip by then."

"Don't worry. Either you'll do it just before you leave or when you come back. Either way has its merits."

"Either way? What's the merit to waiting a whole 'nother weekend?"

"What if I just get a little taste of your fucking and then you have to go? I'll be so miserable. Suzanne was telling me today about how badly she needs it now that she's got it. Her day just isn't complete unless you filled her cunt with your sizzling hot seed at least once. I'm afraid I'm going to be the same way. They'll have to put me in a coma until the weekend is over or I won't be able to handle it. Actually, I'm probably going to be like that if we do it before or after."

"Good Lord. How will I keep you all in line? I still have an energy problem, you know. It's ironic how all the sex was supposed to fix my energy problem but instead it just leaves me more tired than before."

She smiled a wicked smile. "Don't worry. I know you'll do just fine. I have one solution."

"What's that?"

"You have to keep us all under your command with a firm hand. Frequent spankings are in order when we get too needy."

Alan chuckled. "You're just saying that because you want more sexy spanking action. When spankings are a reward that just encourages everyone to be naughtier."

She chuckled too. "You see right through me. But it's true. You have to control us with that big cock of yours. Keep us naked, wet, and ready, but not too demanding. Perhaps more fuckings for good behavior?"

"Excellent idea. That's such a great idea, that I should implement the system right away and reward you for it. Since we still can't fuck properly, I know of a needy ass around here that seems to be demanding too many spankings."

"Ooh! Are you going to give me a spanking as a reward or punishment? I'll take either." They both laughed some more.

"I know you will, but neither. I think you need a good assfucking right now!"

CHAPTER 5

Alan suddenly rolled over his mother so he was on top. He aggressively attacked her body, forcing her to turn over and present her ass to him. As there was a lot of tickling and sexy groping involved, which she didn't mind terribly much.

"Tiger! I can't believe it! What a good son! Do me deep in my naughty hole! Mommy needs her buttfucks!" The thought of what was coming plus all the wrestling around had her panting and heaving before he even started.

"Are you lubed up?"

"You don't have to ask. I lube first thing in the morning and keep it that way. You know that. We all do, now. I consider it a duty and a privilege as one of your girls to have my ass always ready for your deep anal penetration."

"Awww, Mom. Don't talk that way. You're so much more than one of the girls. You're my special one. And now I'm going to pour all my love for you into your very special ass."

"OOOOH!" Susan's exclamation said it all as she arched her back while Alan pushed his penis head in, and then once that was accomplished, continued the rest of the way in one slow, deep stroke. "YEEess ... that's what mommy needs more of."

Alan held at the bottom of his stroke and let his hands maul and knead his mother's ass cheeks, enjoying the spastic grip of her anus and involuntary milking by her clutching interior on his penis as he toyed with her. Feeling a tad playful, he slowly drew his penis from her backside, loving the way her asshole was pulled outwards by its reluctance to release its captive.

"So ... are you saying you need more anal sex mom?" His penis was halfway out now and still pulling back.

"YES! Give Mommy more!"

"Is it that she needs more? Or just wants more?"

"NEEDS MORE!" Alan had pulled back until just the head of his penis was inside her asshole. As Susan screamed her lust, her anus clenched so tightly around Alan that he couldn't have pulled out even if he wanted to. Susan's grip was so tight it was almost painful - there was no way she was letting any more of that penis get away from her. Alan lifted his hands from Susan's ass cheeks and started stroking her flanks with feathery caresses.

Alan was so excited by her tight squeezing that he found himself over the climax threshold before he could clench his PC muscle and sustain the erection. He slumped forward and gushed rope after rope into the depths of Susan's ass.

Yet he was so aroused that when he pulled out, he found his penis still hard. It didn't show any signs of going down, either. He'd always had remarkable regeneration abilities, but now his penis was acting as if it simply didn't have to get flaccid any more. He looked down at it with more than a little bit of pride and said, "Hmm. What are we going to do with this?"

Susan looked over her shoulder and exclaimed, "Oooh! Stick it back in!" She turned back fully expecting him to continue where he left off.

Alan pushed an inch or so back inside Susan's eagerly welcoming asshole, but then decided to tease a little. "But what about your cocksucking and overwhelming desire to eat cum? Are you saying I should spend more time here," Alan swung his hips to stir his penis head around inside Susan's butt, "than in your mouth? Hmm? I'm a busy man you know, and I need to keep my priorities straight."

Susan's was panting for air so heavily that she could scarcely breathe. Her nipples rubbed on Alan's bed sheets making her breasts come alive. That never helped her think clearly.

"Yes," she whispered, while lowering her upper body to lie flat on the bed with her head turned to the side, but her ass still up for Alan to use, "that's what Mommy's saying." Susan closed her eyes and tried to get control of the involuntary humping motion that threatened to take control of her hips. Her asshole was throbbing powerfully now, and her butt seemed to have an insatiable hunger. "Mommy still loves sucking cock and eating your delicious cum just as much as ever, but now she's discovered something just as good. Better!"

Susan looked back over her shoulder with such adoring love in her eyes that Alan couldn't help but be moved.

He asked devilishly, "Are you sure that you're Susan Plummer? The Susan I know is very prudish. She thinks anal sex is extremely nasty. And incest with her son is even nastier. Incestuous anal sex with her very own son is just such a nasty and evil concept that she wouldn't even be able to conceive of it."

"No!" His mother cried. "That's the old Susan! Bad Susan! Dumb Susan! This Susan has such a needy ass! Please have mercy!"

He prodded, "Are you saying you'd actually want to engage in evil, dirty anal sex with your own son?"

"Good Lord! Fuck my butt! Don't tease! Don't make me cry! Pleeeassse!"

"I'll take that as a yes." Spreading her butt cheeks widely with his palms, he slowly pushed his penis all the way back into his mother's welcoming rear hole.

Susan was so overwhelmed that she could only gasp for air. She felt a wetness on her face and realized she was in fact already crying, but crying tears of joy. I'm going to be Alan's butt slut, she thought. He wants me to be his butt slut, just like I dreamed he would! He's going to drill my butt until I just can't fucking stand!

Alan "flexed" his penis, still buried to the hilt inside Susan, to get her attention.

She let out the loudest and most satisfying gasp of contentment Alan had ever heard. As she was overwhelmed by an incredible sensation of fullness, she thought, Oh YES! That's the way to get my attention! Mmmmm. Mommy's going to need to change the boundaries for 'getting my attention' to doing THAT to my butt every time! Otherwise, I might just have to pretend I don't notice him until he puts his hard cock deep in my ASS and flexes it to properly get my attention. Ooooh, yeah ... he's going to make all my assfucking dreams come true! I need to tell him!

But then Alan complained, "You know, you sound awfully demanding, yelling that I have to fuck your butt. You know what you were saying earlier about how I have to provide discipline when my women get too needy?"

Suddenly he pulled back one hand and swatted one of his mother's ass cheeks. It was a hard blow. Susan's meaty buttock rocked and rolled, while her muscles involuntarily squeezed and clenched his penis still deep in her ass. Massaging the cheek he'd just smacked with one hand, he hauled back with the other and swatted Susan's other butt cheek. She was so completely consumed with lust that her only reply to his question was a sexy, desperate groan. She thrust her ass back and forth, sliding Alan's penis in and out of her tiny rear hole. But Alan only spanked a couple of times, because he wanted to get on with the anal fucking in earnest.

Alan set a slow, luxurious fucking pace he knew would drive Susan to distraction. He actually hummed quietly along while pumping away. He sat behind her and kept both hands firmly on each butt cheek, sometimes spreading them wide open, sometimes pressing them close around his penis like he was fucking her butt cleft in addition to fucking her asshole. He'd been very much enjoying his ass fondling, and was glad to continue with that even as his penis remained occupied with other things.

He mostly couldn't see her face, but every now and then she turned back to look at what he was doing, and the most interesting facial expressions crossed her face. She looked like she was giving birth. Her moans roamed up and down in pitch, but unusually she added yelps and even shrieks.

After many long minutes, Susan couldn't stand the suspense anymore and broke the verbal silence. "Good GOD, Tiger! How long can you keep doing that?"

"A long time. Let's find out. Where's your usual cries of harder and deeper?"

"No need. I know that you're gonna fill me as hard and deep as any man can! Yes! Like that! Oh! Too much!"

"Well, are you going to say anything else?"

"Too intense! Can't talk! You talk!"

Alan was having a hard time speaking too, but between intense grunts and thrusts, he said, "What? Something corny like, 'I'm gonna ride your chocolate highway?'"

Susan could only get out one or two words at a time. "Too ... graphic. ... Just ... keep ... going with ... your ... fudge packer."

They both laughed hard at that, which was a difficult thing to do given how hard they were both breathing. When he recovered a bit, Alan thought, To think that one day my mom would call my penis a "fudge packer." Is there no end to the weirdness?

He decided to relax a bit longer to get his usual second wind. However, he kept his erect penis deep in her asshole as they rested spooned together on his bed. One or both nearly drifted off to sleep several times, but the penis up the ass was too distracting for sleep for the both of them.

Suddenly Alan started feeling his mother clenching and unclenching her ass muscles, but as if she was experimenting or testing something. She turned her head around and he could see her mouth working as if she was sucking an invisible penis. She had a confused look on her face.

"What is it, Mom?" He pulled his penis out of her ass so they could face each other better.

"Your cum ... I can taste it!" Susan whispered, disbelievingly, "I haven't gotten any in my mouth yet but somehow I can taste it!"

"Are you sure?"

She said slowly and tentatively, "Yeah. I've noticed it about a minute after we started fucking and I could sense it ever since. It's not as strong a taste as when you cum in my mouth ... It's a fainter taste, like an echo or a memory of it ... but I'd know that taste anywhere." Her eyes were wide with wonder as she looked again back at Alan. "But how?"

"How should I know, Mom? Maybe you should ask Suzanne. Or one of us could ask Akami since it may have a complicated medical explanation. Are you sure you're not just having some kind of, oh, I don't know, taste flashback to an earlier cocksucking? Or did some flavor burp up or something?"

"No. It's strong, and it's new. There's no doubt in my mind .... It's almost like I can taste what's going on in my ass."

"Hunh. Well, let's see if it gets stronger if we do more. I'm game for another round anyways. Put it in, Mom. Fuck your ass with my hard cock. Show me how much you need it."

Susan raised a shaky hand between her thighs to grasp Alan's penis and guide him to her needy asshole where it had been just a minute before. The feeling of even temporary emptiness had been very hard to bear. She didn't need the rest breaks like he did and was eagerly awaiting a resumption of vigorous thrusting.

Once she felt her anus begin to stretch around the penis head, she started pushing her hips back, eager to fill her butt up once again. She didn't stop pushing back until she felt her leaky pussy kiss his balls.

"Thank you ... Oh, thank you Tiger! My lover." Susan shivered as she ground her butt against his tickling pubic hair.

Both of them lost all sense of time as Alan fucked his mother in the ass for what seemed like ages. When he finally came, he came inside her asshole until he had nothing left to give. Susan came at the same time with the first deep anal orgasm in her life. Her whole body shook and trembled more than Alan had ever seen it shake before, and it felt like her asshole was going to crush its way through his penis and suck it inside. He almost worried that she should be braced down lest she knock her head into his headboard.

A surprisingly large amount of cum spurted out of Alan's penis. Susan just felt like the inside of her ass was being flooded with the hottest soothing liquid balm she'd ever felt in her life. Her asshole had clamped down so tight that there was nowhere else for the cum to flow but deeper up her butt, flowing into and coating every bit of her overheated interior. If Alan's penis scratched the sexy itch she had deep inside her ass, his cum soothed away the hurt of getting her butt so thoroughly reamed for so long.

Eventually their mutual spasms and exertions ended. As he started to pull out, a copious amount of cum flowed out as well, despite the spastic constriction it had to pass through.

He asked, "Was that good?"

Susan replied, "Tiger, Love, you have nothing to worry about come Friday or Monday or whenever we finally do it. 'Was that good?' Ha! That was the greatest. You gave me more of a thrill with that assfuck than I've ever had in my life, if you don't count some of the other unbelievable things you've done to this body lately." She smiled a warm smile. "I can't believe I had to wait 37 years to find out just how good anal sex really feels to me."

Alan chuckled and hugged his mother, nuzzling her ear. "You're right, it's an absolute crime that you haven't been buttfucked like you deserve up until now. Every time I give you a good orgasm like that, it builds my confidence. Being with you isn't like when I'm with anyone else. I so desperately want to make you happy."

"You do. Just by being next to me, and touching me, you do. Anything above that is just a bonus. The fact that you keep my legs wet nearly twenty four hours a day is even more of a bonus."

Alan continued to muse, "Some guys try to go to good schools and become doctors or lawyers to please their mothers and win approval. Whereas I want to fuck you so good that you'll forget your name in one continuous hour-long multiple orgasm."

"You have no idea how close you've gotten already. You've made me forget my name more times than I can count." They kissed affirmingly.

CHAPTER 6

Susan and Alan relaxed next to each other on the bed, Alan's T-shirt the only item of clothing between them.

Susan's hand wandered over his chest and down to his groin. "Now, there's a sight I don't see every day: my Tiger with a flaccid penis. How would you like me to revive it?"

"I'd rather you didn't at the moment. It's awfully sensitive and will need a good rest before the card game. I mean, I just came twice! Geez. Let's just let it be. But if you're desperate for cum, there should still be some leaking from behind you."

"Okay. You're the boss." Susan winked and pulled her hand away from Alan's penis so she could start transferring gobs of cum from between her buttocks to her mouth.

But before she started, she froze, and said, "Wait. The cum taste in my mouth is gone. It didn't get stronger, but it seems that when you took your penis out of my ass it finally stopped. I'll just have to replace that lingering taste with a fresh brew."

Alan chuckled over Susan's insatiable hunger for his cum. It didn't take her long to scoop up most of the spillage and stuff it in her mouth. Then the two of them settled in for a nice after sex cuddle. But Alan grew restless after a little while, and Susan soon sensed his disquiet.

"You know," Susan said, into the silence between them, "since we can talk for once without me stroking or sucking you, let's talk. I have to admit that it can be a bother trying to suck cock and talk the same time, though usually that just means I wish I didn't have to answer any questions." She gave him another great smile, one that could melt any man's heart. "What's bothering you? I feel like we haven't be interacting as mother and son as much as we used to since we've developed this new relationship as lovers. Talk to your mommy."

"Okay, but only as long as you don't use the word 'mommy.' That causes a Pavlovian-type reaction and instantly makes me hard. Right now I'm having to devote part of my brain to extremely unsexy things to stay flaccid and that's also why I can't look in your direction."

"That makes me so glad to hear. I of course get that same Pavlovian reaction, where my pussy starts throbbing and dripping and my nipples get hard, from just the smallest thing. Just about anything you say or do turns me on, because I love you so much. Did you know the very word 'Tuesday' gets me going? But in any case, let's get back to your problems."

"Well, you know the usual homework woes. But there's this complicated situation with Heather. You know her and how bitchy she is. And I'm having issues with my teacher Glory, too."

Alan went on to explain in great detail what had been happening to Heather and Glory, though he purposely left the other cheerleaders out of the picture. He generally didn't like to kiss and tell, and figured the fewer lovers his other lovers knew by name, the better, for both jealousy and security reasons.

Susan listened sympathetically. It felt great for Alan to just unload his mental burden on someone. But she didn't give much feedback. Before Alan was quite finished, she looked at the clock and said, "Would you look at that? It's almost seven o'clock already. I have to go make a quick dinner and clean up the house before the guests arrive. This place is such a pig sty lately. I'm sorry about that. But let's talk about this more later, okay? I'm so glad you want to confide in me about these things. Most kids don't think their moms are 'cool' enough to really tell everything."

"Most kids don't fuck their moms up the butt and then cuddle naked while telling them everything."

"Good point. I feel so sorry for them. Those sad, prudish, grossly underfucked mothers. I wonder if there's some way I can help educate them about the need for incest. But that's a thought for another day. Please get back to work. You can still get in another good hour."

"Okay. Mom, I just had a funny thought. Some kind of Alcoholics Anonymous-type support group for mothers not yet practicing incest."

"Ooh! Good idea. I could lead the group and provide weekly tips on son seduction and cocksucking techniques. But who should we invite, and how can we get them to come?"

"Mom, I was joking. Joking? You know, the real world out there? The one that despises and demonizes incest? You know that was just a joke, right?"

"Oh. Fudge ... packer." They both laughed.

She sighed. "Still, I feel so sad for them. I literally can't bear to think what my life would have been like had I not woken up and begun to live."

"Me too. Let's not even go there." The mere idea of what might have been left a melancholy feeling between them.

It looked like she was making a move to get up and start her cooking chores, so Alan said, "Can you send Katherine in here?"

"Sure. What for?"

"Stealth stroking, of course." Alan thought to himself, I can't believe I just said that!

"Oh my! Tiger! You're so insatiable! Oh! You see? That right there got mommy soooo damned horny. Oh dear. And now I have to go cook and clean all squishy and gushy. Even knowing that Xania AND Brenda are coming over and that you'll be stroked and sucked and fucked all night long, that STILL isn't enough for you! You truly are a man! Oh God!"

"Ah, it's not that big a deal. Stealth stroking is no biggie. I used to masturbate for hours at a time on one climax way before any of this started, with a real low, mellow stroking. This is just like that except with someone else doing the work."

"No, Tiger. This shows that you've reached a new level. You've been stealth stroked all afternoon long, then you fuck me in the ass, then you want more stroking before the wild card game begins! You're reached a point where your penis is nearly constantly hard and pleasured. Admittedly, you were flaccid for about half an hour while we just talked about Heather and Ms. Rhymer, but still. You're every woman's dream: permanently hard, horny, and ready."

"Well, I don't know if that's every woman's dream, or if that's only certain horny mommies' dreams. Some might find it too tiring. Most, actually."

"That's what's so great about you having a harem. No one woman can satisfy you, but we can maybe do it if we pull together as a team."

"Come on. It's not like that. For instance, I didn't have a single orgasm at school today."

"Listen to you. How many students ever have an orgasm during school their entire life? You are the most potent and virile man, and you're my son! Oh my God! My tits are so excited! I think they've taken control of my brain again. Look! They're running my body and demanding action."

Alan smiled at her conceit. "Demanding action? What do you mean?"

"I don't know. I can't tell what they're doing or thinking. Look! They're drawing me closer to you. Oh no! They seem to be drawn to your hands. It seems they need to be fondled or, even better tit-fucked, as they can see your penis is suddenly hard again. Or even better than that, milked! They need their daily milking! They must remember your promise to milk them daily."

She pulled closer to Alan, trying to pretend that her tits made her do it. She vigorously shook her head no and tried to "hold back" her tits with her hands, but to "no avail." Her head recoiled back as if trying to disassociate itself from her rowdy chest. The act was a lot of fun for both of them. Her desire to cook and get the house ready for guests was completely forgotten.

Alan deadpanned, "I don't mean to reward their behavior; I heard something about how one should never negotiate with terrorist tits or hostage-taking hooters, and these malevolent mammaries clearly appear to have taken the rest of your body hostage. But as I've got to get back to my books, I'm going to make short work of these unruly udders."

Susan gasped. "Udders! I love it!" As much as she loved his word play, she more greatly enjoyed his sex cow reference.

Alan sucked on one tit and put all his effort into mauling the other. His free hand went to her pussy and found her G-spot. With that triple attack, she was quickly reduced to a quivering wreck. Whenever he asked her a question such as, "How's that?" she only replied with cow moos.

Alan brought her to climax in only a couple of minutes. With the rebel tits "defeated," Alan commented, "You know, Mom, I really should get you for that. Your sexy ways are ruining my attempts to study. A spanking is too good for you."

"Then what will you do to me?" There was an excited gleam in her eye.

"I think I'll hand you around to all the other women with my dares in the card game tonight, to be used and abused. You'll be passed around as if you were some kind of desperate lesbian nympho."

She laughed in glee and said sarcastically, "As if!" They both knew that she'd love nothing better, and that the term fit her pretty well already.

Susan soon left, though they both could have gone on like that all day. She left rubbing her ass; the anal pummeling had left her rear quite sore. In fact, her ass had only just recovered from her first assfuck a few days before. She decided to ask Suzanne later if there was anything she could do to better prepare her asshole so she could take Alan's penis more easily and more often. She worried that Suzanne might not have an answer, and wondered if scheduling an appointment with Akami to learn all the nurse knew about anal sex was too drastic or not.

She'd kept away from his penis all during her imaginary tit takeover at Alan's request only because Alan knew where that would lead. Now Katherine came in and took over the stealth stroking duties.

Alan pondered while his sister silently stroked. Mom's right. I do seem to have reached another level. I'm averaging about six or seven climaxes a day these days, and it's not as big of a challenge to constantly reach that as it used to be. My penis is rarely sore any more, and my cum loads are big and bountiful. In fact, my body seems to be producing more and more cum every day. I think I've reached some kind of plateau though, because I wouldn't want to cum more times a day even if I could. It never seems to get boring because everyone is so arousing and inventive, but I do have to have at least a semblance of a non-sexual life too. ... Maybe my body is just adjusting, in the same way that it can acclimatize to extreme cold, heat, deprivation, or whatever. It's acclimatizing to extreme sexual stimulation. If you spit all day, your body produces an incredible amount of spit, so it makes sense that if you cum all day, your body does the same with cum. The human body is an amazingly flexible thing.

God, my mother is horny and sexy though. She made me completely and utterly forget about my beating and wounds, not to mention my mountain of homework. Oops. Until now, that is. Dang. Grr. Stupid black eye. On the plus side, I could be fucking Mom as soon as Friday! Let's see. In theory it could happen as soon as I get back home from school, so that would be ... forty-three hours and thirty minutes from now. ... Wow. Words can't even begin to describe how that makes me feel.

He went back to his books, or at least he tried to. Needless to say, the thought of fucking his mother was a big distraction. He hardly paid any mind to Katherine sitting underneath his desk, though of course he got a low buzz of pleasure from her stroking.

Finally, the time for the weekly card game drew near.

CHAPTER 7

Brenda had totally succumbed to her desire for Alan. It seemed that nothing else in her life had any meaning other than being with him, serving him, and especially getting fucked by him. The days since the last fashion show passed painfully slowly for her, and masturbation sessions every day and night did little to sate her hunger. She repeatedly called the Plummer house, but Suzanne and Susan resisted letting her come over again before Wednesday's game. There were simply too many other things going on, most of them intensely sexual.

Brenda was so excited that she arrived at the house nearly an hour early. She was ready to do anything and everything if it would give her more access to Alan. Suzanne was ready to exploit that desire to the hilt, and Susan was willing to play along with any of Suzanne's schemes that used Brenda, mostly due to her continuing jealousy of Brenda's tit size.

Suzanne had just gotten back from dinner herself, and was helping Susan by cleaning up the living room. She answered the door. "Good evening, Brenda. Boy, are you early. Please come on in. How are you doing?"

"Much better, now that today is Wednesday. I'm so excited that I couldn't wait! Where's Alan?" Brenda looked all over the rooms she could see as if Alan might be hiding under a sofa.

Suzanne smiled as she considered the time, then considered the possibilities. She answered, "First things first. You're here far too early, so he's still doing his homework. That gives us plenty of time to teach you how to be a lesbian."

"Lesbian?" Brenda said, disappointed but not completely surprised. She'd been tossed around like a lesbian plaything between four women the last time she was here, and she enjoyed it more than she wanted to admit.

"Alan loves his women to be bisexual, by the way, so if it makes you feel any better you can pleasure us for his sake. You should know that Susan's just been learning all about lesbianism herself these past couple of days, because she'll stop at nothing to sexually please him. Do you have the same dedication? Now remove your overcoat and let's see what you've got on."

Brenda made no response to the idea of being turned bisexual. She thought to herself, If Alan wants me to be bisexual, then I'll have to try my best. I've been expecting as much anyways. Suzanne especially is very demanding. It feels good to obey her commanding, sensual, rough voice. She took off her coat, and revealed an outfit that made the daring one she wore last week seem fuddy-duddy in comparison. She wore a loose cut-off T-shirt that barely covered the middle of her tits, and nothing else. She also wore a bikini bottom that was more like a G-string, and leather boots that came halfway up her thighs. Everything was black, her favorite color. The dark clothing went well with her dark brown hair and contrasted with her light skin.

Susan walked up and joined them at the door. She came straight from doing the dishes and still held a dishrag in her hand.

"What do you think, Susan?" Suzanne asked her friend. Susan wore the same kimono she'd had on earlier. She wore it very loosely so her boobs could be easily uncovered, while Suzanne was dressed rather conservatively. She was dressed for Xania's appearance later, as she figured they had to keep up appearances that Xania was a normal person and not really another sex-crazed, big-titted knockout here to get fucked by Alan.

Susan answered, "Not bad." She exaggerated, "The outfit is a little bit conservative for my tastes, but I'll grudgingly admit her tits make up for it. But they say you can't really know how good a product is until you taste the merchandise."

Suzanne liked that suggestion and what it said about Susan's growing love of nipple nibbling and cunt licking. "Excellent point. But Brenda, you made one serious mistake. Your nipples are so extraordinary; they long to be free, so keep them uncovered whenever you can. Now, take it all off. Get totally naked except for high heels, because Alan loves those. You're covering up too much leg with those boots. And I believe you owe us both hello kisses."

Brenda meekly nodded. The casual confidence she'd shown as she walked in the door had already been replaced by trembling, barely controlled anticipation at the prospect of being fondled and kissed by these two hot mothers. It was ironic that Brenda had always resented her overly busty tits, yet now that she'd opened up more to her true feelings, she lusted after big tits in other women. They reminded her of her own deceased big-titted mother that she'd lusted after many years ago. That history also helped to make her a passionate lesbian lover once her urges were released.

About half an hour later, Susan and Suzanne sat at the dining room table, sitting across from each other, talking, and drinking coffee. Brenda sat underneath the table, and had one hand in Suzanne's pussy and her tongue in Susan's pussy. In the last minutes she'd learned much about pussy licking, and decided that she quite liked it. Thanks to her presence and actions, both the mothers had lost what clothing they'd had on.

But it didn't really matter if she liked it or not, because she had no say in the matter. Susan, and especially Suzanne, were controlling her now.

Suzanne had been disturbed at how submissive she'd become to Alan lately, even if most of it was in her own thoughts while she generally maintained her usual tough outer veneer (despite the occasional verbal and physical slip ups). Having Brenda to boss around made her feel good, and caused her domineering tendencies to rise to the fore.

"You know, Suzanne," Susan casually said to her friend as they relaxed at the table, "I must say I was all wrong about Brenda. She's one of your better schemes. Did you have any idea of the raging sex-starved slut waiting to get out when you suggested we should get to know her better?"

"No, I didn't. I just thought she would be good eye candy for Alan."

Susan knew her friend better than that. "Come on. Is that all?"

"Okay, I'll admit I was hoping more would happen. I envisioned Alan fucking her and I'm always trying to help that lovable guy out. As if he needs more women to fuck, but I figured Brenda was special. I had no idea that it would come to this though, having her eat us out under the table like a true sex slave even as we sit here and talk. Katherine talks the talk about being a sex slave, but Brenda walks the walk. Her every move, her every glance, signals complete submissiveness to Alan and to us. By the way Brenda, switch positions. It's my turn to feel your tongue. But Susan, what I find really surprising is how quickly it all happened. Brenda completely broke so easily! We don't even need to train her."

Susan was in complete agreement, though disappointed to feel Brenda's tongue on her pussy replaced by mere fingers. She fondled her tits, as she was right on the verge of a climax and was trying to push herself over the edge. "I know what you mean. It surprises me too. Especially since she hasn't been fucked by Alan yet."

"Yes. Look at Akami, for instance. Now, she's been fucked by Alan a couple of times, but from what I gather, she's never going to be the sex toy type. It's just not in her nature, like it isn't in mine. But with Brenda, all you have to do is wave Alan's penis in front of her a couple of times, and she's ready for a dog leash." Addressing Brenda at her feet, she said, "You're gonna love the way he fucks you, Brenda, believe me."

Susan noted, "I can't even imagine how much more subservient she'll be after that."

Suzanne suggested half-seriously, "Maybe we should keep her around as a pet. Kind of like what Amy was doing with her cat costume at the second fashion show, except for real. Would you like that, Brenda, to be our sex pet?" But Brenda didn't answer, because she was under strict orders not to talk until they said she could. Brenda expressed her enthusiasm for the idea instead by tonguing Suzanne and fingering Susan more vigorously.

Susan surprised herself with her answer. "Good idea." That was her pussy talking, as she imagined being licked out and fingered all day long in the way Brenda was doing her now. However, her more motherly and kindly side thought of objections. "But I don't think it would be fair to her son and only child if we keep her as a full-time sex slave. Who is going to take care of Adrian?"

Suzanne's eyes lit up. "Oh, that reminds me. We have to work on helping Brenda seduce her son. It's the least we can do if she's going to become at least our part-time sex pet. And that'll give us less competition for Alan's affections, if Brenda is getting her daily incestuous fuck."

Susan nodded in complete agreement. She was so happy with how things were turning out with Alan that she wanted to tell every mother she met to fuck their own children. At least with Brenda she could spread the happy message to one other person.

Suzanne didn't stop to think of her own situation with Amy as she pushed this idea. Her lust and her desire to keep a potential rival too occupied to spend much time with Alan were her only considerations. "Would you like that Brenda, to have us help you so your son can fuck you? I'll allow you to answer this question with words."

Brenda was so turned on by that thought and everything else happening and being said that she thought she would simply pass out. She meekly and quietly said, "Yes."

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you," said Suzanne, even though she heard it quite well. "I said, do you want your son to fuck you?"

"Yes," she said a little louder.

"Say it for me."

"I want my son to fuck me. Oh God, I can't believe I said that!" She plunged her free hand up into her pussy.

"You realize that he'll have to fuck nobody but you, as we don't want Alan to get any diseases through him. Do you think you could get him to fuck only you, as if you and he were married? He would essentially be your husband, but Alan would be your ultimate master."

"Oh yes! God yes! Please! Please make it so!"

A part of Suzanne realized that this could mess up the young Adrian's normal social and sexual development, but there was something about Brenda that fairly shouted of a need for her to have an incestuous relationship with her son. Suzanne had never met Adrian, though she knew much about him from phone calls with Brenda, and she knew that any heterosexual boy would have to deeply lust after a woman like Brenda, whether she was his mother or not. Suzanne figured it was almost as if it would be unreasonably cruel to have a mother like that and not be able to have sex with her, and Brenda seemed to have a deep incestuous need as well based on her frustrated feelings for her own mother. So Suzanne figured she'd be doing them both a big favor by bringing them together.

She moved on to another issue. "I'll let you answer another question as well. I take it as a given that Alan is your natural master. But do you want to be our sex pet as well, and in fact be a totally subservient slave to anyone in this house?"

"Yes. I do." She really did. "I've discovered my true nature, and it is to please my masters."

"Very good. Don't forget your mistresses, too. Now go back to quietly pleasuring us."

Brenda brought out a cruel streak in Susan, because of Susan's jealousy over Brenda's looks and especially boobs. The same effect occurred with Suzanne. But Susan was so nice a person that she could only go so far in dehumanizing even Brenda. She asked, "Don't you think we're going too far, Suzanne? We're hardly treating her like a human being. But I can't stop myself from doing it. I'm hoping you have some more willpower."

Suzanne considered that. "Yes, I suppose we are going too far. But with Brenda, that's how things are meant to be, I think. I wouldn't treat anyone else like this, but with Brenda it's different. When I suggested she be a sex pet, it made me feel a bit naughty and even cruel, I'll admit, but more than that it felt like I was doing her a big favor. I mean look at her. Jesus! If you think you and I have bodies built for fucking, just look at her."

Susan looked down and nodded. "I know. I can relate, because I see so much of myself in her. This just helps prove my theory that the larger the tits, the more the woman is meant by God's will to be a human fucking machine. Would you like that Brenda? Are you glad that we've uncovered the real you?"

Brenda was licking even more vigorously now, and couldn't stop until she came yet again. She was almost there. She just moaned and hoped that would be taken as a yes.

Susan smiled benignly, and commented to Suzanne, "Brenda's been so obedient today, I think she deserves a reward, the very best reward. Let's give her a full load of Alan's cum."

"You're right as usual, Susan." Suzanne smiled as she imagined Alan's reaction upon seeing Brenda show up in his room. "Let's give Alan a little surprise. He deserves it for all that hard work he's been doing. Brenda, you can get up and talk now. We're going to send you to Alan. You're going to go upstairs and suck his cock until he shoots his delicious seed all over you. But don't tell Alan what we've talked about. We've got enough of a problem with him having too big of a head as it is. If he knows you've become our house slave, he's going to be insufferably full of himself, I fear. So keep that a secret for now."

Brenda got out from under the table, but still remained submissively on her knees. "Yes, Mistress Suzanne," Brenda said with a bow, as if she was born to her role as sex pet. "Thank you for letting me please you both."

Suzanne and Susan stood up. Suzanne patted Brenda on her head just like a real pet animal and said, "That's a good pet."

Brenda purred in response like she was a contented cat.

Susan was surprised, and never would have done such things as initiate the petting of Brenda by herself. But she was glad that Suzanne was here to take charge and do what was needed.

Suzanne commanded, "Give us a kiss." They necked for quite a while.

When it was over, Suzanne asked, "You'll do anything Susan and I say, won't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good." That made Suzanne feel very good indeed. She felt like she was back on track, back in control of the overall situation. "You'll also obey Katherine and Amy unquestioningly. Now go to Alan's room and give him head. Put on some clothes first so you can seductively take them off. Always remember that. It's usually sexier to take off clothes than to start naked. But you're allowed just one of his ejaculations right now, or you'll be severely punished. When you're done, find Katherine in the room nearly directly across the hall from his, have her come down here. I'll ring up Amy next door, and all of us will play another game of strip poker. Oh, and another woman named Xania will be arriving too. I imagine we'll all take turns pleasuring Alan except for Xania. She may look great, as we call it around here, 'Alan worthy,' but she's just a psychiatrist and a friend of mine and not part of this."

Brenda nodded to Suzanne submissively, her head bowed way down. She had a nearly overwhelming desire to service Suzanne for telling her what to do, and she was seemingly hypnotized by her voice. But