CHAPTER 1 (Monday, Nov. 25)

Alan was having the greatest dream. He was fucking his mother, Susan. There was nothing unusual about that, as he'd been having that dream quite frequently these last couple of months, but the sensations seemed unusually intense. Dreams are fantastic! he thought. My life is nonstop heaven when I'm awake, and now it seems just as good when I'm sleeping. Although...

A realization dawned on him, and he opened his eyes. He was momentarily confused, he saw his mother straddled atop his waist, bucking up and down on his groin, which was precisely what he thought he'd been dreaming of. He blinked several times and pinched himself to make sure he was really awake.

He wanted to savor the moment. He watched contentedly and luxuriated in the intense feelings of arousal surging through his groin. He felt incredibly tired and sore, but the joy of fucking overwhelmed such trivial concerns. He didn't mean to let Susan know he was awake just yet, since she was staring off somewhere else, but his penis started to thrust involuntarily, which gave away the fact he couldn't be asleep.

She turned his way and smiled down at him. "Oh, Tiger! Did I wake you up?" She chuckled at the pretense that her heavy fucking might not have been the cause of his waking.

Alan smiled. Not only did it feel great to wake up to fucking, but it felt even better waking up to see that his warm, sexy, and loving mother was the one fucking him. "Morning, Mom. As a matter of fact, you did."

"Oh dear. I'm so sorry." She was grinning from ear to ear. "By the way, you have a new alarm clock now. How do you like it?" Despite their calm tone, they were intently thrusting away. Their timing was excellent, with their thrusts perfectly complementing each other.

"Veeeery nice. But where is the snooze button?"

She paused on the upstroke, with his penis nearly out of her pussy. "Wait a sec." She spent some more moments recovering and thinking. Then, with just the head of his penis in her, she clutched back at her ass cheeks. "Oh yes. I remember now. On this model, you have to put your finger in this hole." Her grasp held both ass cheeks and held them wide apart, as she clearly offered her asshole to him.

"Like this?" He inserted an index finger. He was surprised to see how slippery her anus seemed, but then remembered she must have done her morning ass lubing at some point earlier.

"Like that!" she gasped, then came slowly tumbling down onto his chest. His stiff dick was still in her pussy and his finger up her asshole, but she pretended to be oblivious and began a rather obvious fake snore.

He shook her, puzzled. "Hey, Mom! What are you doing?"

She opened one eye and looked at his face from just inches away. "You did hit the snooze button, didn't you?"

He laughed. "Oops. My bad. I'd better be careful not to stick my finger in your ass any more."

She sat back up. "No, you should be careful not to call me Mom. The proper word is Mommy." She resumed bouncing on his prick. "The snooze button is now my belly button, so don't stop with your finger - or anything else you might want to put up there."

Alan laughed at her concern that he would misinterpret and not anally finger her again. "Mom, oops, Mommy, sorry about the Mom thing, but I am just waking up. It's a bit, uh... surprising to wake up this way. Anyways, it seems kind of weird and naughty for an eighteen year old son to use the word 'mommy.'"

"That's why I love it," she enthused as she bounced up and down, up and down. Her long hair flew about and her massive chest heaved with each thrust as a fine sheen of sweat began to coat her body. "Just like I love morning wood. Mmmm. Extra hard morning wood!"

Alan had been living in the moment since waking, but now he tried to recall where he was and how he got there. He looked around and saw he was in Susan's bedroom, not his own. Then all the memories from the previous evening came flooding back. It seemed like an endless blur of fucking and brain-melting orgasms. He began piecing the memories together - not an easy thing to do with all the fucking going on - and recalled being dropped off by the scouting van all the way through some late night fucks in complete darkness. He began to fathom why his body felt like it had gone through a marathon, because it had - a sexual marathon.

He asked, "Mommy, how many hours has it been since our last fuck?"

"Let me see. ... Woooo! ... I'm riding my wild tiger! ... Yeah! Hard! Fuck your mommy good! So good!" She seemed to have missed the question, but then after a couple more thrusts, she questioned, "Remember when you said you wanted your 'midnight snatch'?"

"Yeah?" More memories came flooding back.

"That's a good one: 'Midnight snatch.' Mommy's cunt is open to her son's snacking needs twenty-four hours a day, every day of the year. We're better than Seven-Eleven! ... But after that, we slept a while, and then we ... OH! FUCK YOUR MOTHER! GOOD LORD! ... MMMMM! Yeah! That's good, baby! My baby!"

Suddenly the door opened, and Alan's head quickly turned to see who it was. Susan turned her head more slowly. The truth was, she was tired and sore too, and her reaction times were off.

It was Katherine. She was dressed in sexy lingerie, but she looked really pissed off. She fumed, "I should have known!"

Susan looked abashed, but nonetheless she kept fucking. If anything, she only bounced on Alan's rod even faster. "Oh, hi there, Angel."

"Don't you 'Angel' me, Mom! You know what we were just talking about! I can't believe you'd do this to me!"

Susan closed her eyes and bowed her head in shame, as if she wanted to will herself away to some other place. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... But I came in here to wake him up, and then I saw the covers had been kicked back and Alan Junior was standing straight up. I thought I'd just give it a playful squeeze, but then..." She grunted in ecstasy, still fucking, though a bit slower now.

"That's no excuse!" Katherine growled as she pounded a foot into the carpet in frustration. "You should have called for me. This is MY TIME!"

Susan kept her eyes closed and didn't say a word.

"I'll be downstairs," Katherine said in a nasty voice. "WAITING!" She slammed the door behind her and stomped off.

Alan was puzzled, not least because of the fact that Susan and Katherine acted like he wasn't even there.

Susan immediately resumed bouncing energetically but still kept her eyes closed, as if that could keep reality out.

Alan gasped between labored breaths, "What ... was ... that ... about?"

"Later! ... I'll tell later! ... Just fuck ... your mommy!"

He could hardly say no to that idea, so he turned his full attention to their fucking.

Alan noticed that Susan seemed unusually emotionally distraught and worked up from Katherine's interruption, but she channeled that energy into even more passionate and animalistic fucking than before. With the way she ground down on Alan's penis, rotating her hips and pushing down and down, over and over, he could hardly stand it. He felt a bit what it must be like to be a female on the helpless receiving end of a hard and relentless fucking. He tried to give as good as he got with his own thrusts, but he just didn't have the energy to match his mother.

She cried out, "Cum for me! Cum! Let's cum together!"

So Alan did. Their fucking came to a sudden end as a sizzling rush of semen surged into his mother's vagina. She was surprisingly silent, so he didn't yell too much either.

She again fell down onto him, only this time his penis popped out as it continued to shrink. Drowsiness appeared to overtake her, but she mumbled, "Set the snooze button."

Her body was now all over his, pressed tightly onto him, but he wedged a finger in between and poked a finger in her belly button.

She giggled. "Not that one."

So he pulled that hand away and poked a finger into her asshole.

"Not that one, either!" She giggled even more. "I mean the real alarm clock. I don't want us to drift off for too long. You have school to go to, buster."

"Oh." He laughed at their confusion. "Don't worry. I'll stay awake."

"Okay." As her son tenderly ran his hand through her hair, Susan kept her eyes closed and recalled why Katherine was so upset with her.

CHAPTER 2

Earlier that morning, Susan had been lying in her bed, spooned up next to a still sleeping Alan, when Katherine gently shook her awake.

Susan looked up and offered a dreamy, tired smile, but she was genuinely glad to see her daughter. "Morning, Angel." She yawned.

Katherine seemed a bit agitated as she whispered, "Morning, Mom. It's only a few minutes till eight o'clock. Should we wake Alan up, or let him sleep?"

Susan looked at the clock and saw that indeed it read seven forty nine. Every single muscle in her body ached and her pussy throbbed with a dull, aching pain. She carefully extricated herself from Alan's embrace without waking him and tried to stand up. However, her body seemed unable to move.

Katherine saw Susan's dilemma and helped her up, but was careful to keep her distance as much as possible while doing so, because Susan was covered with dried-on sweat and crusty cum.

Susan looked down at her naked body and then looked at the alarm clock again, as if in disbelief. She whispered, "Oh my! You're right! Why didn't you wake me up sooner?"

Katherine looked lovingly at her brother's sleeping form while she whispered to her mother, "I figured you both must be so tired. Especially Brother. He hiked for two solid days, but instead of coming back to rest, the two of you kept at it all night. He must be beyond exhausted."

Susan also looked down at him, and then again back at the clock. Her body woke up at the same time so consistently that she still couldn't believe she'd slept in, even a little. "Dear me. He smells like a warmed-over pitcher of cum and sweat. Not good at all. He'll need to take a shower, and he'll be starving too. I'm so sore and tired from last night! He must be too. Damn, that was some serious fucking. Wow... I think it's best we just let him sleep."

Katherine whispered, "You don't look or smell much better. Whoa, and your breath!" But she muttered to herself, "God, I'm jealous!"

Susan quietly walked out of the room, grabbing some clothes. She figured she'd put them on along the way.

Katherine spoke a bit louder once they'd left the room and closed the door. "That's what I thought, too, that he should sleep some more. I figured I'd wait until the last minute, though, in case you insisted he make it to school on time."

Susan froze in the hallway, pulled away, and gave her daughter a hard stare. "Wait just a minute, young lady. What about you? How are you going to get to school in less than ten minutes? You're still dressed in a negligee!" She leaned up against the wall because she could barely stand up on her own.

Katherine continued walking down the hall, forcing Susan to follow. "That's because I'm going to be late, Mom."

Susan reluctantly staggered down the hall, feeling her way along the wall like a drunkard. She and Alan had fucked each other so thoroughly that the muscles in her thighs felt like pudding. "Hold on. Says who? I'm the mother around here, and I say you're going to school this instant! Your grades have suffered enough with your lax attitude!"

Katherine seemed unfazed, and spoke as she began walking down the stairs towards the kitchen, "Mom, you may be the mother, but Alan is the man of the house now, and his needs come first. He runs the house now. Someone has to be his cum receptacle, or his balls are going to be horribly backed up with sperm. He doesn't even have Glory to help at lunch, at least today. He could go hours and hours completely unfucked!"

"Hold on, daughter of mine." Susan stood still and put her hands on her hips in a defiant stance that was lost on Katherine, because her daughter kept on walking down the stairs. Susan was forced to keep going, but suddenly fell to the ground as she neared the stairs. She remained there, panting, and said dramatically, "You go ahead, make breakfast. I can't go on. Alan fucked me too good."

Katherine walked back and held out her hand. "Talk about melodrama, Mom. You make it sound like you're playing someone on the verge of death in some movie. Here, take my hand. I'll help you down the stairs."

Susan said, "Thanks, it's just my muscles. I can't wait to take a bath later." They staggered on down the stairs, Katherine holding Susan up most of the way.

When they reached the bottom, Susan paused and relaxed a bit, leaning against the wall. "That's better. Now what was I saying? Oh yes. Alan may be like the father of the house now, thanks to the way he's tamed us all with his cock, and none of us want to see his penis unsatisfied for so many hours. But I'm still the mother, and still your parent! You have to do what I tell you! I will not take this insubordination. It's so unlike you, Angel. What's gotten into you?"

Katherine sighed. "I'm sorry, Mom. I don't mean to be resentful. But it's more a question of what HASN'T gotten into me, if you know what I mean. I'm a wreck. A complete wreck. I can't stand to go another hour being so tragically unfucked. It's been three days! THREE DAYS!"

"Okay, okay. Calm down. I'm sure Alan will take good care of your cunt this afternoon. Speaking of being a wreck, can you help me down the stairs?"

"But I need it NOW!" Katherine moaned, even as she headed back up the stairs to help her mother. "It's not just the three days. I've gone longer than that before. It's seeing you make love with him so wonderfully last night, over and over. I stayed up late and watched the video, live and on replay. It really got to me. I mean, you can't even walk! I want to be fucked that good too!"

Once Katherine reached Susan, her mother let go of the railing and grabbed her daughter tight, partly to help her stand, but partly as a gesture of support and affection. "Angel, don't worry. He loves you more than life itself. I'm sure he can't wait to inject you with more of his love and his hot sperm."

"You say that, but..." Katherine pulled a bit back from the hug to really look closer at Susan. "Mom, what the heck happened to you? You look like hell warmed over. Your eyes - did you get ANY sleep?"

"Oh dear. Do I look that bad? It's just that Alan fucked me so good and so hard and so long that I can barely move." She gave a smile that was both wistful and naughty. "I wish I could feel this bad every morning!"

Katherine groaned. "Don't rub it in."

Susan was able to waddle the rest of the way to the kitchen on her own. Katherine sat in one of the kitchen counter stools while Susan preferred to remain standing, leaning against the wall with her legs slightly spread. Her labia was still swollen and her nipples were hard, aching for more attention. Unfortunately, standing in that position let her and Alan's combined cum inadvertently leak out and drip down the insides of her thighs, which only annoyed Katherine even more.

Katherine was peeved. But they had a long discussion, and at the end she felt somewhat better. Most importantly, Susan promised to give Katherine more space to be with Alan.

When the discussion was over, Katherine walked up to Susan, casually pulled her mother's top down below her boobs, then said, "You know what I said before about 'Don't rub it in?'"

"Yeah?"

"Well, now you can rub it in." She gave Susan a tight squeeze, making sure to rub their impressive chests together. They kissed for a minute or two, but Susan complained that she needed a bath.

So they went to the Susan's big bathroom and took a long hot bath together. Nothing especially sexual happened aside from some light kissing and cuddling, as Susan wanted to recover. By the end, she said she felt much better, and the two of them performed their morning rituals such as shaving, anal lubing, and so forth, together. It seemed that everything had worked out.

Needless to say, after all that, Katherine was shocked to walk into the room where Alan was sleeping, hoping to wake him in a sexual way, only to see Susan enthusiastically bouncing up and down on his prick.

CHAPTER 3

Susan had woken Alan with her good morning fuck around nine o'clock. He'd meant to stay awake, but in fact he closed his eyes "for just a minute" and went back to sleep. She was already asleep, and neither one had reset the alarm clock.

Susan woke up again and looked around. The first thing out of her mouth was a rather loud, "Oh shit!" She looked at Alan lying next to her, and was relieved to see that her sudden outburst didn't wake him. She carefully extricated herself from his arms and stood next to the bed. She looked at the clock by her bed and noticed the time: 9:45.

The fact that Alan was missing school was bad enough, but what made her feel many times worse was how she'd hurt Katherine with her impulsive fucking of Alan. She felt so bad that she wanted to cry. Oh no! What have I done? I've really hurt my sweet Angel. I've never done anything so horrible in my life! I'd better go find her. Not only that, but they're both going to be sooo late for school, and it's all my fault!

She knocked on Katherine's door.

Katherine was inside. She'd cried some, but she was done with that and now morosely surfed the web. Since she didn't expect to see Alan for a while, she wore an extremely torn white T-shirt and short jeans shorts (this now qualified as conservative dress in the Plummer household). She recognized her mother's gentle knock and yelled, "Go away!"

However, Susan opened the door anyway. She walked to Katherine's computer and briefly noticed a picture on the screen of a nude pregnant woman. But she just caught a glimpse right as Katherine was closing up her computer windows, and she was too preoccupied with her worries to pay it any mind. She fell to her knees in front of her daughter's computer desk and started crying. "I'm so sorry! I'm so, so sorry! Please forgive me! I don't know what to say. It was wrong, very wrong, but I just couldn't help myself!"

Katherine had vowed to be tough, but she melted as soon as she saw her mother crying with such abject sadness. At first she tried to ignore her, but after about a minute, she pulled Susan up and directed her to a chair. "Come on, Mom, buck up. I'm pissed, but it's not THAT bad. We all make mistakes."

Susan sniffled as she sat down, "But I'm your mother! I have to be the tough one, the responsible one! I've completely failed you as a parent! Having sex with my own children is WRONG! It's so wrong, if it tears us up like this!"

Katherine went back to her own chair, but held her mother's hands in her own. "You're starting to talk crazy again, Mom. Don't ever say that it's wrong, we just have to work through these things."

Susan still cried. "I guess." She sighed very heavily. "I don't know..."

Katherine chuckled. "Hey! I'm supposed to be mad at you! How can I be mad when you're so sad already?"

Susan sobbed even more. "I'm so sorry, I can't do anything right!"

Katherine looked at her mother's face. "Look up, Mom. Look me in the eyes. It's okay. I forgive you. I suppose it's only fair for all the times I fucked him behind your back."

Susan looked up tentatively. "Really?"

"Well... Maybe. I have to admit that if I were in your shoes, I probably would have done the same thing. You and I are alike in many ways. Self-control isn't really our strong suit, is it?"

Susan laughed a little through her sobs. Her tears were started to come to an end. "I suppose not."

"But Mom, I really am mad at you. You're going to have to make this up to me, big time. How could you do that after all the things you told me earlier? Not to mention, how the hell was your body even up for it? You were just getting the hang of walking again, last I saw you."

Susan started sobbing again, "I know! I'm so sorry. It's just that I was so proud of ... my Tiger... He was so close to giving me ten loads, just like I asked... and I was... Just one more time away..." She had a hard time talking the way she was crying.

Katherine stood up. "This is useless. Mom, I can't have a serious discussion with you if you break into tears after anything I say. Why don't you take a shower? You could use one even after your bath. I'll go down and start on breakfast. We need to wake Alan soon."

"But do you forgive me?" Susan looked at her daughter with heartbreaking, puppy dog eyes.

Katherine hugged Susan. "Of course! I love you! You're the best mother ever. How could I stay mad at you? But you still owe me big time. BIG. TIME. Now go before you make me all weepy too."

"I promise I won't even so much as touch him today."

"That's a good start, but just a start. I need some serious Alan time." She playfully slapped her mother on the ass, and Susan left after another affirming hug.

Katherine took another peek into Alan's room, but saw he was still sleeping soundly, so she went downstairs and started making waffles.

Susan came downstairs about ten minutes later. She looked and felt much better after a bracing shower, but she still looked down. "Hi, Angel. I didn't even check on Tiger just now. Frankly, I'm not sure I can trust myself near him, at least not for a while. I just want his body so very much after what happened last night. I want to lie in bed with him until the end of time!" She gazed off, fantasizing, but quickly recovered. "Maybe you should check on him. We don't want him to miss Ms. Rhymer's class, and that starts about one hour from now."

Katherine held out her arms. "Hug." Susan walked over and they hugged. That evolved into some passionate French kissing and groping.

Susan broke away first, delighted. "Daughter! What do you think you're doing? That's so very naughty. Mothers and daughters shouldn't kiss like that!" She melted into Katherine's arms. "I'm so glad you and I can share our love in every way."

"Me too, Mom, me too. But can we talk seriously for a couple of minutes before I wake Brother up? Why don't you sit at the counter while I keep an eye on the waffles?"

"Okay." She got some orange juice from the refrigerator and gingerly sat down.

Katherine went back to the stove. Then she turned towards Susan and complained, "Mom, we have a problem. I've been feeling really left out for a while now. It's not just you, but Suzanne too. Now that she's taught you so many sexy tricks, you can please him on a whole other level than I can."

"If that's all that's bothering you, I can teach those tricks to you, too. You and Amy. It's only fair."

"Speaking of the girl with the annoyingly super-inflating bust, Amy is another problem for me. I used to pride myself as being his only sex toy that was also a sister, but I don't even have that anymore. Hell, she's got the official girlfriend status AND sister status. It seems everyone has something special to offer Alan except me! I'm just the also-ran."

"Angel, don't even say that! You're so very special! I told you he loves you more than life itself! Don't you believe me?"

She sighed. "Yeah, I know. I do. But I need a lot of reminding. I don't have the greatest self-confidence. I need something special to set me apart, and I've been giving this a lot of thought. I think Alan should make me pregnant."

"WHAT?!" Susan had been sipping her orange juice, but spat it out in surprise.

"You heard me." Katherine grabbed a napkin and helpfully began to wipe up the orange juice spill.

"But that's so very wrong! You're only a junior in high school. You have a whole year and a half until you graduate! I will not have my daughter drop out of school just to get knocked up!"

"I could do home schooling."

"You know nothing would get done - we'd just sit around and study 'sex education' all day, even more than we already do. You hardly do your homework as it is, and you were slack about that even before the family sex started. In any case, it's a moot point, because you've talked it over with Alan and he said no. Did he not? So why do you question his decision? Is he not our lord and master? Who are we, his mere sex slaves and fuck toys, to go against his wishes?"

Katherine bowed her head down submissively. "Okay. You have a point there."

Susan chided, "If you spent more time working on getting his fuck meat stiff and then giving him immense pleasure draining it, you wouldn't have time for such foolish notions."

"Yeah, Mom! That's what I'm talking about! Drain that wonderful, baby making sperm and put it to good use. A real Alan Junior!"

Susan stomped her foot hard, which made her tits wobble. "Daughter, don't play games with me! You know that's not what I mean. What I am TALKING about is serving Alan, helping him unload all that nasty cum buildup by taking it in every hole! I do NOT mean pregnancy!"

Katherine frowned. "True, but Mom! I just want to show my love in every way, and what would be more of an ultimate sign of devotion than that?"

Susan just gave an emphatically disapproving look.

An implication of what Susan said struck Katherine. "You say Alan is our lord and master, so what if, in theory, he says that's what he wants? Then you'd have to agree!"

Susan was torn, but said, "He would never say that. But if he did, I'd have to put my foot down and work with Suzanne to do everything we could to change his mind. I'm still his mother and your mother, and I will not let my children drop out of high school!"

Katherine tried a different tack. "Okay, fine. If everyone's so against it, here's another idea. What if I start lactating, just like you? It'll be perfect! You know I have an issue with my tit size, especially since Amy's been bursting out all over, and now I'll be able to catch up! Not only that, but Alan needs so much nourishment; he constantly has to replenish all the fluids he loses from cumming. If it's only you lactating, there won't be enough milky goodness for him, not to mention the rest of us!"

Susan folded her arms under her bountiful breasts and looked stern. "Sorry, but no. Again, how can you balance that and school? I don't know which would be worse - to have you found out to be lactating in school because you have a baby, or because you don't have a baby! How can you explain something like that, at your age! It could expose us all!"

Katherine pouted. "Mom, that's so unfair! You're so MEAN! You're just saying that because you want to have the biggest boobs, and you don't want anyone else to be near your size. Face it: you want him all for yourself! Look at what you did this morning! Mean, mean, mean!" She shook her fists in the air in frustration.

CHAPTER 4

Susan was hurt, and didn't know how to respond. One factor complicating things for her was that Katherine had a point. Possessiveness did play a factor in her thinking, but even more so was jealousy - the fact that Katherine could and probably would have Alan's babies eventually, while the barren Susan could not was something that ruffled her feathers a bit more than she liked to admit. But before she could think these things through, she heard a voice from behind her.

"Sis, hold on there." It was Alan. He staggered forward to the kitchen counter, walking as gingerly as Susan had been.

Susan and Katherine both rushed to him, but Susan remembered her promise not to even touch Alan, and stood back. She watched while Katherine covered her brother's face with kisses.

"You're up! I was just about to come get you." Katherine followed that with even more kisses.

He pointed to the waffle iron. "Shouldn't you check that? And Mom, where's my hello kiss? Or do I have to 'get your attention' if you know what I mean?"

"I'd love that Tiger, but today I promised to step back and leave you to my sister Suzanne and my daughters. I didn't exactly get off to a good start this morning with that, so we should really respect that."

"Oh. So that's what Sis meant by 'look at what you did this morning.'"

Katherine went to the kitchen to tend to breakfast, but she turned from the waffle iron to look at him. "Big Volkswagen Bus Brother, how much of our conversation did you overhear?"

"When I started coming downstairs, I heard you talking about pregnancy. Then the lactation stuff. I hate to say this, Sis, but I have to agree with Mommy. Even lactating just isn't doable with school in the way. And Mommy, thanks for putting your foot down. That means a lot to me. You're my mom, and a great mom, not some mindless sex slave."

"Drat!" Katherine slammed the spatula down, and appeared to be on the verge of crying.

He added, "I'm touched, Big Chestnuts Sis, that you love me so much you want to have my baby right away as a sign of that love. But think about it: neither of us are ready for it. We can barely take care of ourselves right now and neither of us want to lose our freedoms this young. You love the idea more than what the reality would be like. I don't know if you know what you're getting into with the lactation idea, either. However, I'll offer you one consolation: maybe if you want to lactate for just the three months of summer vacation, we could try that. It could be a kind of a test to see if you want it for later, long term. As long as you promise to end it in time for school to start in the fall, that should be okay."

Katherine threw down the spatula and rushed out of the kitchen and into Alan's arms. "Oh really? You're the best, Brother! The best!" She kissed and hugged him so enthusiastically she nearly knocked him over.

Eventually things settled down and Alan sat at the dining table, directly across from his sister. Susan took over kitchen duties since she wanted to give her daughter more "Alan time."

Katherine slumped down in her chair. "I'm so bummed."

"What?" he asked, as he started to eat a bowl of cereal. "You were ecstatic about the lactation in summer idea a minute ago."

"I know, and I still am. But I'm a 'now' kind of person and that seems so far away! Not only that, but I had such fun ideas about how I was going to wake you up, and then you wake up all on your own." She shot a resentful look at Susan in the kitchen, but Susan wasn't looking.

"I'm sorry, Big Floatation Devices Sister, but it is after ten o'clock already. I would say it's crazy that I'm missing school except that my body hurts so bad that I can't really complain. Every single muscle is in extreme agony."

Katherine stood up and tore her T-shirt off. She enthused, "'Floatation devices'! I love it! That's how big my tits are going to be this summer! E-cups, with any luck! Gushing with milk! Can you just picture it, Big 2001 Obelisk Brother? Woo-hoo!" She put her hands behind her head and proudly jiggled her breasts, as if he might need that to help visualize.

Alan was amused. He thought, Poor T-shirt, you didn't stand a chance covering her chest up very long. I wonder how many more minutes those cut-off shorts will last before she finds an excuse to shuck them off, too? He was also amused at her latest nickname, a reference to the black obelisks in the movie 2001: A Space Odyssey. She seemed to have an endless supply of phallic shaped objects for her nicknames.

But then she became a bit calmer, and more coy. She sat down again (keeping her shirt off, of course). Her bare feet began to roam up Alan's legs. "Sorry to hear though about how tired you are. But of all your sore muscles, there's one in particular I'm curious about. How is Alan Junior doing?"

"To be honest, surprisingly well. It's odd. It's like it's - I don't know how to put it - battle-hardened, maybe. Seriously, lately it seems capable of taking any amount of use and abuse. Ironically, that's the one part of my body that ISN'T in complete pain."

"Oh, reaaaaally," Katherine said in a playful, mock-snobby British accent. One of her feet continued working its way up towards his groin. "How... iiiiiinteresting! ... Hmm." Her foot found Alan's penis, and since he wasn't wearing any clothes, she began fondling it with her naked toes.

"Come on, Sis. There are limits. I didn't mean that it's okay to do THAT."

"Big Orthanc Brother..."

"Orthanc?"

"Orthanc! You know, Saruman's tower from Lord of the Rings. I've been reading your Lord of the Rings since you've put it down, and if that tower isn't a good phallic fit for your penis, then I don't know what is! The whole book is filled with towers. Pretty good book too, I must say, even if you don't count all the Alan Junior references."

"Oh." He was a bit bummed by the reminder that sex had been so good and time consuming lately that he'd even put down Lord of the Rings, half way through. In fact, he hadn't really done any pleasure reading in the past month at all. He was additionally bummed that he didn't instantly recognize the Orthanc reference; it was symbolic of things he used to love that he'd let fall by the wayside.

But such worries were quickly cast aside as Katherine started massaging his penis with both feet. As far as she knew, she was the only one to have given him a foot job so far, and she prided herself on her special foot connection with him.

Alan thought out loud, "I simply cannot believe that you made my penis hard again, after all it's been through in the last twelve hours or so. How the hell does it rebound yet again?!"

Katherine answered what he thought was a rhetorical question. "It's very simple: practice, practice, practice. We're training it to remain erect forever. That's why you need a little more practice right now."

Alan saw a plate of waffles appear on the table in front of him. He looked up and saw Susan standing right next to him. She looked quite demure wearing her cooking apron with her hands clasped together over her stomach, except for the fact that the apron was all she wore. She tilted her head and stared at Alan's hard-on with a mixture of pride and wonderment. "Isn't it wonderful, Angel?"

"Mom, it feels sooo hot to the soles of my feet! It's like walking on coals! You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this!"

Alan said, "That's all well and good, but while both of you are paying attention, I have something important to discuss. Obviously you both have been fighting about my early morning fuck today. I can still see some redness in both of your eyes. We can't go on like this! We need to get along without conflict. I don't like conflict, especially if it makes either of you cry. But the problem is that I can't even handle the level of sexual activity we're at now, much less handle any more. My penis might be able to take it, but the rest of my body can't. Most importantly, my brain can't. After last night I'm so wiped out mentally that I just want to sleep for a week. But I have to go to school! That sucks so bad."

He paused, and ate a few bites of his waffles. There didn't seem to be any reaction from the other two, except that after his mention of his body being in pain, Susan stood behind him and began massaging his shoulders.

Finally, he said in exasperation, "Aren't you going to say anything?"

Susan said, "Angel, isn't it impressive how he's able to talk so articulately even while you're intently jacking him off with your feet? He's such a stud! It gets me so HOT!"

Katherine disappeared completely under the table, but replied, "I KNOW! Things like that just prove that he's our natural master and we're meant to SERVE! In fact, it's just WRONG for me not to suck him off, right now!"

"Good idea, dear. I hope he can fill your mouth with a really big load. Late last night he practically ran out of sperm with the last few loads he gave me. It was so tragic. Though what can even Alan do after nine loads, and another one this morning! Ten cum loads, just like I asked him to! I'm so proud!"

The sound "Mmphftf blotoughf!" came from beneath the table.

Alan and Susan had no idea what Katherine tried to say, because her mouth was full of penis now, and she was sucking on it as if her life depended on it.

Alan exclaimed in exasperation, "You two! Did you not hear a word I said? This is a serious problem! I'm saying I can only handle so much, and your response is to blow me? We're headed for disaster! These kinds of disputes you were having this morning are just going to get worse because you all seem to get more and more insatiable every day. It's starting to seriously worry me! I want to keep all four of you happy, but how can I possibly do that? All of you are complete nymphomaniacs!"

Susan replied, while still kneading his neck and shoulders, "Tiger, you have a good point. I'm sorry. Angel, listen up. The way you and I fought this morning was wrong. I'm sorry for what I did. But part of our lot in life as big-titted, incestuous, fuck toys is to recognize that we can't always get fucked as hard and as long as he did me last night. We shouldn't have such high expectations. Instead, we must pine away the time dreaming until the moment when we can serve as happy cum receptacles again. We can't place too many demands on him. It's not right. ... Dear, please take his thick fuck monster out of your mouth so you can pay attention and add to the discussion."

With a loud pop, Katherine let Alan's penis go.

CHAPTER 5

But Katherine was only getting started with her sexual fun. She said, "I'm sorry. Big Barad-Dur Tower Brother, please sit on the edge of your seat with your legs spread really wide, then I'll give you my two cents on this."

"Okay, but why am I spreading my legs?" he asked even as he complied.

Katherine quickly rearranged herself underneath the table, getting on all fours with her ass facing Alan's lap. Then she backed up until her ass was between his legs, right at the edge of his chair. She then used her hands and guided his penis into her pussy.

"MooooOOOOoooom! Sis isn't taking me seriously! She's backed her ass up into me and she's starting to fuck me under the table!" He noticed with amused chagrin that her shorts had come off, around two minutes after he guessed they would.

Susan looked down at Katherine's ass and exclaimed, "Oooh! Good one, Angel!" She watched the fucking with mixed feelings. On the one hand, she was excited to see her strong son's dick already on its way to filling another hot cunt, and impressed at how cleverly Katherine was performing her fuck toy duties. The combination of both children excelling filled her with parental pride, as if both of them had just been awarded honor student recognition for the month. But on the other hand, after last night she wanted to be fucked again so bad that seeing it happen to someone else created a longing so strong it was like a punch in the gut.

The horny mother decided she needed to do something to redirect her concentration away from the sights and slurpy sounds of her daughter's penis-filled pussy. She found her hands roaming all over her son's chest, and that made her feel much better. But then she remembered her promise to keep cool with Alan for the day, and reluctantly went back to merely working on his shoulders, neck, and back. She figured that might violate the letter of the request, but not the spirit since she was sure Katherine would understand that Alan needed a relaxing massage quite badly.

Katherine ignored Alan's protest. As she swung her ass back and forth over his penis, preventing Alan from having to move his sore muscles to thrust, she said calmly, "Brother, I know exactly what you mean. I completely agree with Mom. This is not your problem. This is our problem. We have to learn more patience. It's true that we're a bunch of insatiable, big-titted, hot and tight-cunted nymphos, but we'll just have to do each other more, that's all. So expect to hear the sound of wild, lesbian love screaming through the house more frequently."

Alan was already having a hard time focusing on the conversation because his penis felt so good. He protested, "Why does everyone always have to throw in 'big-titted' all the time whenever they're describing things?"

Susan replied, "Because it's so obvious that it turns you on. And also because it's true."

She held him by the chin, and gently turned his head to the side. "I used to be so modest, but why deny it? Do you deny that your sisters and mothers have just about the nicest, biggest, bounciest, milkiest, and most squeezable racks in the whole county? You OWN our eight tits. Do something with them!"

She pressed her tits into his face, smothering him with tit-flesh. She thought, I just can't help it! Angel, please allow your old mother this one little pleasure? Alan owns my tits! I must use them for his pleasure! I must!

"MoooooOOOOooom!" Now it was Katherine's turn to cry out. She couldn't see Susan, or even Alan, from her position under the table, but she could guess well enough that Susan was up to something. "Mom, do I have to remind you that you said no touching?"

"Oh. Sorry, Angel. I'm going just stick to rubbing his shoulders and back then. I hope that's all right."

Susan did do that, except that she lifted him up an inch so she could move the chair he was sitting in ninety degrees and get at his whole backside without any obstacle. She tried to do it as subtly as possible so Katherine wouldn't notice. Then she really went to town, rubbing her firm, round tits all over.

Alan sighed. He was frustrated by the sheer intensity of their sexual obsessions, yet the things they did to him felt too good for him to stop.

Katherine picked up on his tone and said, "Seriously, Brother, we're going to promise to take it easy. You know that I've been dying for you to fuck me ever since you got back home, and you're doing it now. I was looking forward to hours and hours of languid, lazy fucking this afternoon, but I'm willing to forgo all that so you can get more rest. And Susan has already vowed no touching, so all you have to do is fuck Amy and Suzanne after their fuck-free weekends. That's only two more fucks today. Talk about an easy recovery day! All you have to do is let us know, and we'll ease up. Right, Mom?"

"Definitely!" Susan hoped Katherine didn't notice the way her voice was starting to pant and get more excited.

Alan thought about that. Hmm. No way is anything going to happen with Glory today; I'll be lucky if she still wants to talk to me after school. Of course I'll have to deal with Heather somehow. Then there's the Doctor Fredrickson situation which we've planned to tackle after school, but there shouldn't be any sex for me there. So all in all, I'm only really obliged to fuck Amy and Suzanne, and at least keep Heather's holes stuffed with something. All in all, a light day. Not bad.

He finally replied, "Well, that makes me feel better. Thanks. We'll see if it actually happens; I have my doubts. But another thing bothers me. You two are always going on with the fuck toy talk, and I assumed that was just to get me more excited, like the big tit talk you always do. But on my way down here I heard one of you say... What did you say?"

He lost his train of thought, because he noticed his mother was doing something strange. She was having a problem with her tit massage because she lacked lubrication to glide her tits the way she wanted to. But an inspiration struck her: Alan watched as she took the bottle of maple syrup next to his waffles and poured it all over her tits.

He tilted his head around and gaped in wonder at the sight of the dark maple syrup pouring down her. Clearly, she loved it. She tilted her head back and let out a scream, but a silent one, only moving her mouth (so Katherine wouldn't know what she was doing), because the whole thing made her feel so good. She imagined that she was pouring an endless amount of Alan's cum all over herself. It felt so great that she didn't just stop with the tits but poured it onto her face as well, fantasizing she was getting the facial of a lifetime.

But then she remembered that this was supposed to be Katherine's time and she shouldn't get carried away. So she poured a bit more directly onto Alan's back, then resumed rubbing her bare tits into him. Now, thanks to all the syrup, her breasts slid effortlessly all over his skin. It felt fantastic for both of them.

Alan tried to remember what he was talking about, but even with the end of Susan's little show, he still had to contend with Susan's tits sloshing around his back and shoulders and Katherine's hips doing all the fucking and thrusting for him beneath the table. After a very long pause with only heavy breathing breaking the silence, he said, "Where was I? ... Oh yeah. One of you said, 'Is he not our lord and master? Who are we, his mere sex slaves and fuck toys, to question him?' Or something like that. It was taken as a given in the conversation, and I wasn't even there to arouse! That's so over the top. I'm just a kid! What gives?"

Susan said, "Okay, you caught me. But that's just the same big tits theory I've been espousing these past weeks. Is that such a surprise? So we really, really, REALLY love to serve you. We try our best to tone our language down, but I'll try harder. You should be happy! Is it any surprise I'd do anything in the world to feel as good as you made me feel last night? But part of our obedience means that if you say stop, we stop. Right, Angel?" She was really into her maple syrup tit massage now, and slid her sticky, drenched orbs all over.

"Right! Well, mostly." Katherine giggled. She was really enjoying the feeling of pumping her pussy over her brother's penis in this position and in this situation. It made her feel like even more of a submissive fuck toy harem girl than usual to be in such an outrageous position, fucking him under the table like this. If mom insists on playing "alarm clock" every morning, perhaps I can be his daily under-the-table breakfast fuck! Mmmm ... that's one way I could get my Recommended Daily Allowance of brother fucking and Alan cum!

Alan replied to Susan, "Okay, Mommy. But remember that you're still my mom. I need your guidance and discipline. I was so glad to hear you put your foot down with Katherine's pregnancy idea simply because I've been worrying that you lost your willpower."

"Don't worry, Son, I'm still your mother. Even though I expect you to ravage my body at will, I'll still fight tooth and nail for what I think is best for you. It's just that I realize one thing that's best for you is to fuck all the big-titted nymphos your heart desires."

Alan smiled, pleased. But he gently chided, "There you go with the 'big-titted' again."

Susan said in a motherly tone, "Tiger, enough of this talking. You've hardly touched your food. You still have to finish eating and take a shower, not to mention the drive time to school. So kick back and eat, and enjoy your sister's tight pussy gripping your thick cock. Don't worry. We're going to be totally low profile from now on. You'll hardly notice we're here."

Alan mentally compared her "hardly notice we're here" comment with the way Katherine was exquisitely fucking him and the way Susan was "massaging" him, and had a good laugh.

Katherine's disembodied voice echoed out from under the table. "Think of it as 'stealth stroking,' Big Bunker Buster Brother, only now I'm using the best method to minimize any penis chafing. All the lubrication you could ever want coupled with a fine and firm velvety grip and grasp to keep you exquisitely stimulated and 'on the edge' all the way through breakfast! Come on, you can't say no to that now, can you?"

Alan replied with a hard to decipher grunt. He was conflicted, but as usual, the desires of his penis won out.

Susan was trying to pretend calmness so Katherine would suspect that her massage had gotten a bit out of hand with the maple syrup. However, her voice may have been calm, but her body wasn't. She cupped her pussy and began frigging herself frantically.

Katherine somehow sensed something was up, if only because Susan and Alan were in close proximity. She said, "Mom, I'm almost done here. Can you get me another waffle?"

"Oh, poo." Susan disengaged and returned to the kitchen, dripping maple syrup everywhere. She thanked her luck that the kitchen and dining room were both tiled instead of carpeted.

Alan felt a little bit better, and finished his meal in silence. The only sound was Katherine's pussy repeatedly squishing, sliding, and constricting around his penis under the table. It was a strange sensation, because he could barely see any of her, and he felt little more than the fucking and her ass cheeks occasionally slapping into his inner thighs. It was almost like being fucked by a ghost.

His penis didn't hurt at the moment, but he had a bad feeling that it might if he ejaculated, so he explained that to Katherine and used his PC muscle to finish breakfast without cumming, despite her excellent fucking.

Katherine pulled herself free of Alan, which allowed a bit of Alan's cum to leak out obscenely from her slippery cunt. Then she crawled out from under the table. She returned to her chair and looked to her brother. She was surprised to see Susan standing behind him, massaging his shoulders with her hands and sliding her tits all over his back. She said in a very peeved tone, "Mom, what the hell happened to you? You call that giant sticky mess from here to the kitchen keeping your hands off of him?"

"Sorry, dear, it's just that Alan clearly needs a massage. I know first hand just how sore he feels, and I needed some lubrication to make it work. You're not mad at me, are you? I wasn't trying to take his attention from you, really I wasn't..." Katherine just glared, so Susan continued as an idea suddenly struck her. "You know what? The next time either of you need maple syrup for your pancakes or waffles, you know what we could do?"

Katherine said, still irritated, "Let me guess. We could just lick it straight off your tits. And wait. Let me guess some more: the idea makes you, quote, so hot, unquote."

Susan opened her eyes wide in surprise. "Oh my! How did you know?"

Alan smiled at Susan's predictable nature. He found it quite endearing. He added, "But Mom, the only problem with that is we'll still have to go all the way to the fridge to get the milk. If only there were somewhere nearer to get our milk from..."

Susan's eyes opened even wider. She was very excited to tell both of them that they could just nurse the milk straight from her nipples, but then she looked at their bemused smirks and felt chagrined. She playfully pushed Alan, since he was in reach. "You two! You're playing with me, aren't you? You know exactly where you should get your milk, and it makes me so happy!"

Katherine laughed, genuinely happy now. "Mom, you know what? It's impossible to stay mad at you. You're just too pure and good." They all had a good laugh.

Alan took a quick shower, and his penis deflated immediately. He found that to be a welcome relief. But when he stepped out and felt for the towel in its usual spot on the towel rack, his hand discovered Katherine's arm instead.

She drew his hand to her chest and said, "Today, I'm your towel. You don't think you can go to school without cumming again, do you?"

He groaned and stepped out of the shower, pretending great frustration, but he actually liked her towel surprise. She was dry and managed to more or less dry him off by rubbing her naked body all over him.

Then, when she'd gotten him fairly dry, she pulled him to the floor and said, "Now, let's work on some advanced toweling techniques."

Needless to say, he was erect very erect by then. But she didn't fuck him, suck him, or jack him off, she just continued to rub him all over with her body, kissing him everywhere along the way. Since he was so sore, she made sure to massage him as much as possible. On top of all that, she certainly managed to graze his penis with every opportunity (it was nearly impossible to avoid, since she was on top of him). She generally aroused him with every trick she knew (she'd long mastered the finer points of the book Alan brought home detailing the human body's seventeen erogenous zones).

Alan was so worked up that he was on the verge of grabbing her and pulling her down for a good, hard fuck, no longer caring about the time, his tiredness, or soreness. But after about ten minutes, just as his arousal reached a boiling point, she stood up and said, "Come on. You're all dry now. Let's go get dressed."

Alan groaned in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. But he stood up and followed her lead. He didn't want to miss the start of Glory's class, because that could lead to an awkward encounter with her, with awkward questions.

She already had their clothes ready in neat piles, and dressed him and herself. But she wanted to keep him on edge, so even while dressing, she simultaneously either stroked or sucked his perpetual hardness. She led him downstairs by his penis, jacking him off the whole time.

CHAPTER 6

When they got downstairs, Susan had the kitchen and herself all cleaned up from the syrup mess and was dressed to drive them to school. She felt a little better than she'd felt earlier in the morning, but still looked forward to taking a big nap as soon as she dropped her children off.

Katherine said, "Hey, Mom. I've got a problem. My brother lover just won't cum. I think I'll just have to jack and suck him off all the way to school."

"Now, Angel, you know the rules about security outside the house."

"But Mom! We have tinted windows on the S.U.V. No one can see if we sit in the back. In fact, I'm surprised we don't jack and fuck him to school every day. In any case, I have two words for you. The first one is 'big' and the second one is 'time.' Do you forget how you owe me from this morning?"

That quieted Susan's objections.

Alan sat in the back seat instead of the front passenger seat as he usually did. As his mother started up the car, his sister's head bobbed on his penis sticking out of the fly of his shorts. He said, "I can't believe I'm doing this. What I think we have here is a complete failure of willpower by everyone involved. I shouldn't be missing school. Sis shouldn't be missing school. Sis MOST DEFINITELY should NOT be sucking me off right now. I may not even have any cum left to give! Mom, you shouldn't be driving without underwear and fingering your cunt while we wait here in the garage. The car doesn't drive itself, you know! This is a complete and utter failure of willpower, all around!"

Susan pulled her fingers out from under her short dress and said, "I'm sorry Tiger, it's just that I get so HOT thinking about what you did to me last night, the way you fucked me over and over and over. TEN times! Me, your own mother! Not to mention the way you're using your sister as a human cum bucket for just a short car ride! It's so exciting! Next time, Angel, you have to drive. I just don't have the willpower to lead this family." She started the car and pulled out of the driveway. "That's why I'm so happy there are two mothers in this family now. Suzanne is going to be the tough one for us all. Maybe even Amy; she's capable of surprises, isn't she?"

Alan frowned. "Yeah, Suzanne is good, but she seems to be growing weaker all the time. Mommy, I keep hearing you tell her, 'listen to your cunt.' Every time you say that, her willpower vanishes completely. I say we're fucking ourselves to our doom, with no self-restraint. Look at us in this car! We need help!"

Susan brightened, thinking, New blood? We can surprise him with Brenda on Wednesday! ... No, wait. She's not exactly the self-control type. In fact, she's liable to just make things worse. Oh dear. Maybe he has a point.

But as they came to a traffic light, she thought, On the other hand, my son is so big and strong and smart and virile... So potent, so wise, so kind, so manly, so constantly hard and filled with cum, so just damn lovable, that he's completely unstoppable! I'm sure he'll come up with something. It's not my role to think; I should just serve, and shower him with love and hot sex. Brenda's way ahead of me. I should try to be more like her. I should not only serve Alan, but I need to be the sexual slave for the whole family! Anyone at the house at any time should take and use my cunt, mouth, and ass for their depraved pleasures!

She was so excited by these thoughts that she looked around as she came to the stop and saw no other car nearby or anyone able to look into their high S.U.V., and thought, Fuck it! I don't even care that much if I'm potentially exposed. My cunt needs a little bit of attention. Just a teeny weeny bit... She reached under her dress and fingered herself while keeping her other hand on the steering wheel. Every few seconds, she glanced in the rear-view mirror and could see her daughter's head bob up and down out of view over Alan's lap, which served as fuel for the fire in her pussy. However, when the light turned green she reluctantly stopped and forced herself to keep driving.

Alan rather belatedly mumbled, "Maybe we should invite Xania back soon. Maybe she can help out and give us some good advice."

Susan thought single-mindedly, Yes! Great idea! Xania is just the kind of 'grade A' fuck meat that Alan needs to nail more often. She CAN help out. I'd love to share his cock with her in a double or even triple blowjob. Oooh! Imagine her and me and Suzanne on him at once! I love it! The three of us could make a wonderful cunt stack and he could poke from one steaming hole to another. Xania's cunt hasn't been fully tamed, and we need to change that. I should invite her for Wednesday's strip poker game again! Oooh! I love it! And I suppose while she's here she can give a little bit of advice, too. Maybe she can teach me some new fucking techniques!

She looked in the back seat, but it was pretty quiet. Alan was slumped down with his head back and his eyes closed. He was obviously straining, fighting the urge to climax. Katherine was fully dressed but still had her head in her brother's lap and a hand in her own lap. Suddenly she paused in her sucking long enough to gasp, 'Cum, dammit, cum already!" Then she resumed her greedy sucking.

Susan smiled. I thought this was going to be a bad morning after what I did to my Angel, but it's turned out okay. As long as my children are sexually aroused and happy, then I'm happy. We just have to take it easier on Tiger, that's all. We can't expect EVERY night to be like last night, or all of us will die very early deaths. Mmmm. .... Last night...

She started to space out on her sexual fantasies, but the need to not crash the car forced her to pay attention to the road. She pined for another long traffic light, but the next couple of lights were green. She silently cursed as she drove right through them. There was more traffic, too, as she got closer to the school, and that made her very nervous about being seen. She was very grateful for the car's tinted windows, although one could still see clearly through the front windshield.

Before she knew it, they were only a block away from the school. "Sorry, kids, we're at Rivera Avenue already. Time to wrap it up!"

Katherine pulled her head off Alan's prick to say, "Mom! I'm not done! But this is so awesome! I think that from now on you need to drive us to school instead of making us bike or walk. What do you think, Big Ent Brother?"

Alan fidgeted and tried his best to ignore the throbbing sensations in his penis. "Sis, come on! School!"

"Okay, okay! Mom, I'm so close, but you know how his cock is! You have to EARN your mouthful! Can you drive around the block?"

Susan chided, "Young lady, watch your language. Even though I have the windows rolled up, someone might hear us. But I do know what you mean about earning it. His cum is a great prize that must be fully earned by giving our bodies to his pleasure. I'll drive around the block just once. Tiger, enough flexing of that strong PC muscle of yours. Just let go. You only have five minutes until Ms. Rhymer's class begins!"

He grumbled, "Oh, okay. But it's so fun to do it in a car..." He hoped that enough time had passed from having his balls emptied the night before and then losing another load earlier in the morning so he would actually have some cum to give. He earnestly wanted to please Katherine and Susan, just as much as they wanted to please him.

Susan saw him grimacing, which really turned her on. Her mouth started to water as she imagined swallowing the load that was churning and building up in his balls. Then she looked ahead, and to her great joy, she saw a traffic light coming up. Even better, the light was turning yellow just as she came to it. She slowed down instead of speeding up and had her hand in her pussy before her car even came to a complete stop.

As she madly frigged herself, she looked over and saw the school grounds right next to her, and students milling around, walking from building to building during the five-minute break between classes. Then she looked in the rear view mirror to the back seat. Alan was actually biting down on his hand to keep from screaming as he came. She'd never seen him do that, and loved it. Katherine's body meanwhile was shaking as if the car had just been rear ended by another car. From where Susan sat, it looked like Katherine's head was actually being thrown back over and over by the force of the cum firing into her mouth.

Susan was so turned on by that sight that she imitated her son and bit down on her hand (the one not busy in her pussy) to stifle a scream. She'd never cum in anything remotely approaching a public place, and doing it within full sight of the school and her children's classmates turned her on terribly.

The next thing she knew, the car behind her was loudly and repeatedly honking its horn. She looked up and saw the light was already starting to turn yellow again. She put a sticky hand on the steering wheel and quickly drove through it. Then she pulled to the side and allowed the cars behind her to pass. She decided it was as good a spot as any to drop her children off and said, "Here we are, kids. Are you presentable?"

Katherine and Alan both looked around, dazed. They found their backpacks, and Alan gingerly zipped up his fly. "Uh, yeah. I think so," he said breathlessly.

Susan wanted confirmation from Katherine that she was ready, so she asked, "Angel?"

Katherine leaned forward and lovingly brushed her cheek on the back of her mother's hair. She looked down while doing so and saw that Susan still had two fingers actively pumping in her pussy, and a large cum puddle below it. She wanted to say, "We're good, Mom. Would you look at that big puddle between your legs?" But in fact, she couldn't. She'd kept as much cum as she could in her mouth (not an easy task the way Alan was pumping and thrusting into her), so she couldn't talk. The best she could do was point and say, "Mmmm-hmmm. Biiii puh-ulll."

Alan already had the door open and was stepping out onto the curb. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and said in the tone of voice of a typical male teenager, "Thanks for the ride, Mom! See you later!" He gave a friendly wave, even though he felt like going in the front seat and making out for a while as a proper good-bye.

Susan also felt awkward to merely wave and say good-bye to her children instead of stripping and offering her whole body to them, but that's what she reluctantly did. She couldn't wait to get back home to get out of her conservative "outside clothes" and take a very big nap. But first she had to keep the car where it was for a while and get herself off before she could drive back home.

Alan looked to his sister, pointed in the direction of his next class, and said, "I'm off that way. Thanks for the... relief. You good?"

Katherine just nodded happily. She thought to herself, I've got most of his cum load in my mouth! Sweet! Kind of a small load by his standards, but still nice. I hope I can keep some in there long enough to show to Amy after the next period is over! She's gonna be soooo jealous! Heh-heh! She swirled her tongue around through the load in her mouth, thoroughly enjoying the flavor. Hopefully I won't have to actually say anything for a good long while, because then I'd have to swallow in a hurry. I sure hope the teach doesn't ask me a question. That would suck.

As Alan rushed off in one direction while his sister rushed off in another, he thought, I'm beginning to think that my mom and sister are actually kind of crazy. There's too much of a good thing! But how can I say no? How can I say no to an under-the-table breakfast fuck? How can I say no to a human towel? Or a blowjob all the way to school, or a maple syrup tit rub? But it's crazy! We're getting more reckless and sexually obsessed every day! Everyone expects me to do something about it, but that's like a fox guarding the hen house. I can't say no! They're just all too insanely sexy and gorgeous!

He shuffled along as if his legs were broken, wincing with every step. His penis had finally started to show signs of wear and tear and didn't feel good at all after cumming, either.

CHAPTER 7

Alan realized as he entered Glory's class that he probably looked pretty strange. His face showed shock, as if he'd just seen a ghost. He staggered to his chair with a funny walk, completely out of breath. And while Glory didn't realize he'd just shown up to school, some of his classmates had him in their previous classes and wondered about his late appearance.

But what Alan didn't know was that Glory could faintly smell his cum. In his rush to leave the car he'd tried his best to get all cleaned up, but there wasn't time to do a perfect job. Even though Katherine had swallowed most of his load, a few drops had ended up in his shorts, and a bit more dribbled out after he'd zipped up. It wasn't very much, but Glory's body had become so familiar and passionate about his unique sexual scent that she could detect it almost like the way sharks can detect blood in the water from great distances, even if her mind wasn't consciously aware of it. The smell was so unusually sweet for cum that none of the students suspected anything sexual.

The situation was incredibly nerve wracking for Glory. Between smelling his cum and seeing him for the first time since Friday, she found that her nipples had hardened instantly and her pussy was starting to moisten. She felt lightheaded and was actually forced to sit down and close her eyes for some moments to recover. She grimaced and tried to make it look like she had a headache.

But her feelings were conflicted. After Suzanne met with her on Saturday, she'd spent a lot of time thinking about what Suzanne had said, but ultimately remained firm in her decision not to continue any kind of physical relationship with Alan. So her feelings of lust also ran into feelings of alarm and confusion about her easy arousal. She thought she was aroused purely by Alan's presence and didn't realize how the subtle smells were magnifying her response. She held her nose without really knowing why. She'd only glanced at him since he'd entered the room, but now she looked directly at him and was surprised by what she saw.

Oh my gosh, what happened to him? He looks like that guy from that TV show "Taxi." What's his name? Oh yeah, Jim Ignatowski, played by Christopher Lloyd. He always had that stunned and wasted expression on his face. What the heck happened to Alan over the weekend? Wasn't he gone on a hiking trip the whole time? Did sexual deprivation do that to him? Is it just my imagination, or does he smell of cum? I'll bet he had a massive, incestuous orgy when he got back. Yuck. Or maybe I want him so bad that I'm actually imagining the smell? Is that possible? Of all the days to forget to wear my underwear!

It was true that she wasn't wearing any underwear, but it wasn't completely true to say that she'd forgotten to wear it. Consciously she'd forgotten, but subconsciously, she was following Alan's orders, since he'd told her last Thursday not to wear underwear to school any more. Consciously she was gradually freeing herself of him, but subconsciously she wasn't making nearly as much progress.

As a result, she'd had tremendous distraction problems all day. She was acutely aware that she wore no panties AND "happened" to wear a particularly short skirt (in fact, that was her subconscious desire at work again). She was forced to hold a book over her rear whenever she wrote on the chalkboard, lest she flash her naked beaver to the whole class. There had been some very close calls already. It was a most disconcerting experience, but it also kept her terribly aroused.

She looked around and saw that the whole class was looking at her and wondering why she was holding her nose and staring at Alan. She sometimes joked around with her students, so, with a nervous lump in her throat, she said, "Alan, you look a little worse for wear. What did you do over the weekend?" She let go of her nose.

He was really surprised to be addressed by her, but he replied, "Hiking trip with the scouts. Man, I'm so exhausted. You might have seen the way I was limping - I got a little injured."

"I see. Let me know if you need to see a nurse. And hang in there. Everyone else, be warned this is what can happen to you if you fall into the path of evil and join the Boy Scouts."

That got a good laugh from everyone, and it gave her the confidence to begin her lecture. But still, the subliminal scent of Alan's cum drove her crazy and didn't seem to fade with time. All through class, her pussy acted needy, and she found herself rubbing her legs together every chance she got.

She thought to herself, as she felt her pussy juices start to trickle down her inner thighs, How am I going to make it through the hour? I'll never do it!

Three hours of constantly protecting her privates from exposure, and constantly holding down and tugging down her short, tight, black skirt had put her right on the edge of a climax. She loved the risk of exposure much more than she could admit. But now, if that wasn't distracting enough, she had to deal with Alan's presence and the faint, sweet smell of his cum on top of that. After only a few minutes teaching Alan's class, pussy juice began freely flowing down her thighs, which only increased her fears of getting caught. That in turn just made her more aroused as she fantasized Alan being the one to discover her naughty secret, and a vicious cycle was created. She feared that she would cum just from her exposure and sexy thoughts, and prayed for the class to end.

She frequently looked at Alan, more so than she usually did, which was quite a lot to begin with. And every time she looked at him, she saw him staring off into space with the strangest expression. She correctly assumed that he wasn't paying any attention, and mercifully avoided asking him any questions. She was at least relieved to see him start to look a little better near the end of class.

Sitting in a chair behind her desk wasn't an option because she was afraid she would frig herself wildly until she had a massive climax, if she was given half a chance at privacy. She couldn't go to the bathroom for the same reason - she was so excited she might have spent the rest of the period there. So she generally tried to stand behind the podium, where at least she didn't have to carry her book around and hold it over strategic spots. But finally, thankfully, the class came to an end and she gave a silent prayer of thanks for making it through without an embarrassing public incident.

Alan stumbled out of class at a complete loss over what he'd done or thought about the entire previous hour. He recalled little more than vague thoughts about fucking Susan and envisioning Glory's surprisingly short skirt rising higher and higher. He wandered out of the class with all the other students, but then it occurred to him that he didn't know where to go. Normally, I'd spend lunch with Glory, but I can't do that today. Wasn't there something about Heather?

He heard a soft voice behind him. "Hi, Alan."

He spun around. "Oh, hi Christine." He thought, Christine? Wow, is she a sight for sore eyes. It would be great just to hang out with her and not worry about all this sexual stuff: my meeting with Glory after school, the Dr. Fredrickson situation we're supposed to deal with later, the...

She interrupted his thoughts. "Boy, Alan, I've never seen you like this. You look even worse than you did on Friday with your black eye and bruises. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"I was just asking around right now, and, as you know, our classmate Jason is in your scout troop. He said you didn't have any injury the whole trip but that you were acting quite strange. Don't tell me the football players got to you again! That would really get me mad."

"No. In fact, my legs aren't really hurt. See?" He wiggled his legs around, but his muscles were so sore that his claims of health weren't very convincing.

Christine put her hands on her hips and said, "Uh-huh" in a very skeptical voice. "I'm worried about you, Alan Plummer. Is there anything I can do to help?"

He thought, Christine is so kind. Why have I been drifting away from her these past weeks? She's so wholesome and pretty, but I don't feel romantically for her at all anymore. Wouldn't it be great just to have a beautiful female friend who I'm NOT having sex with? My whole view of women in general is getting so skewed when my mother casually refers to other women as "fresh cunts." I need more normality. I need more of Christine!

He said, "Thanks for the offer, but the best way you could help me is if you want to grab a bite with me to eat. When was the last time we had lunch together? It's been too long."

Christine smiled and said, "Okay! I'm up for that."

But right at that moment, Alan saw Simone standing just behind Christine, looking very intently at him. He was suddenly reminded, Oh shit! Heather! I've got to deal with Heather today or the progress I made on defeating her bitchiness last week will come undone.

He looked back at Christine, and said, "Great! I've got to go now, but why don't we, uh, have dinner tomorrow night? Let's reconnect more than just sharing lunch with the usual gang. And don't worry, it's not a date. I want to forget all that stuff about asking you out and just be friends."

Christine gave him a very curious look, and waited a bit longer to reply, but finally said, "Ooookay." Then, more firmly, she said, "That sounds good. A really good idea. It'll be good also to talk in private about the football players. I've been keeping my ear to the ground and finding out some pretty interesting stuff that I think you should know about."

"Okay. Cool. I can't wait. Later!"

"Later!" She walked off with a friendly wave.

Alan thought, What might have been. If she hadn't turned me down when I asked her for a date right as I started my six times a day treatment, I wonder what my life would be like today. The incest, and so much more, might never have happened.

CHAPTER 8

Simone walked up to where Christine had stood and broke Alan's reverie. She didn't need to say anything, since people might overhear in the hall, and Alan could guess her intentions clearly enough. Obviously, she was here to fetch him for Heather. He gave her an almost imperceptible nod, and she nodded back in a similar manner. The two of them walked down the hall close to each other, but both were silent and pretended not to be with each other.

The theater room was in a very little used part of the school grounds, so as they got near it, they saw that the coast was clear and finally said 'hi' to each other. Heather was already waiting by the door, tapping her foot impatiently. She was clearly rankled that even though she had her own copy of the key, she couldn't open the door herself, because that would reveal to Alan that she'd made an extra key.

As soon as he closed the door behind him, Heather was all over him. She purred, "Oh, Alan! I missed you!" She hugged him and kissed him all over his face and neck.

Then she pulled back and looked at him. She had such a strange facial expression that Alan almost had to laugh.

Alan thought, If I didn't know better, Heather actually looks worried and concerned. Showing concern for someone else is so foreign to Heather that her facial muscles don't even know what to do. I must look as shitty as I feel if even Heather is worried about me.

He idly asked her, "That top you're wearing looks nice. But isn't there some kind of dress code regulation about that? It's like the Grand Canyon on display in there." Her black top covered up most of her chest, but that just made the deep cleavage that was exposed even more noticeable.

That seemed to bring the typical Heather back. She boasted, "Hey, if you've got it, flaunt it! Like I give a rat's ass what the regulations say. Anyways, didn't I dress just like you want me to? High heels, no bra, clothes so tight they seem painted on?" She turned and, with a little bit of difficulty, pulled down her tighter-than-tight shorts to reveal a tiny string thong. "And, of course, my favorite: butt floss!"

Suddenly memories of Alan's confrontation with Heather last Thursday came flooding back. He remembered how he dictated what she'd have to wear, and was surprised that she seemed to be devoutly following the words he said then. The only thing was, he'd thought that was just spontaneous and meaningless sexy talk. Memories of her evil, backstabbing schemes also came flooding back to him.

As if she read his mind, her bitchy side reasserted itself and she said in a demanding and snippy tone, "Let's hurry up. There isn't much time. There's an ass here that wants and needs to get fucked. Badly!"

Alan belatedly realized she was peeved that he hadn't complimented her looks. He also realized this was the ideal time for him to start training Heather's ass, but he didn't feel up to it at all. He said, "Heather, Simone, look at me. Does this look like someone who is ready to fuck anybody? No. I can barely stand. I had a very long and difficult weekend. If you expect me to do anything at all to you today, for the love of God, make me feel good. And I don't mean sexually. Fuck, no. I mean revive me with a really good massage." He recalled how good Susan's massage had felt earlier, and wanted more of that.

Heather looked at him suspiciously, as if saying, "What's in it for me?"

Alan sighed. "Heather, it's a two way street. Sometimes you have to give to get. You'll get what you want later if you give me what I want now. Strip me. That's an order. Simone, could you help, too?"

Simone said "Sure," and she and Heather began to take all of Alan's clothes off. Then they went to a mattress in the back of the stage and he laid down in the middle of it.

As four hands started to massage his backside, he thought, I wonder what Simone's deal is. She doesn't seem like the usual flunky or hanger-on type, timidly trying to bask in Heather's glory. She seems like she's her own woman and has her shit together. Why would she be such good friends with HEATHER, of all people?

Simone had taken the position near Alan's head, and was doing a great massage of his shoulders and back. Heather sat near his legs and ass, but was hardly moving her hands at all. Alan complained, "Heather, what is your DEAL, woman? I thought I saw a flicker of kindness and concern a minute ago. Was I wrong? Is it really too much for a weary guy to ask for a massage? Simone, you know Heather better than anyone. Am I completely deluded in thinking there's a kind, loving, and love-worthy Heather in there somewhere, trying to get out?"

Simone laughed, then replied, "No, you're not mistaken. I've known Heather since kindergarten, and believe you me, there are more sides to this woman than pieces of glass on a disco ball, but she keeps most of them pretty well hidden. For instance, did you know that she's really into stamp collecting?"

Heather had been surprisingly quiet up until that point, but she suddenly burst out, "Hey! Shut up!"

But Simone just laughed some more and said, "Or did you know that she owns every single one of the couple hundred Nancy Drew books, and keeps buying them even now? You should see how excited she gets whenever a new one comes out."

An increasingly agitated Heather raised her voice. "I said, shut UP!"

Alan grinned. "Wait. Aren't those the detective books for young girls? The counterpart to the Hardy Boys? Do they still make those?"

Heather complained, "Simone, what's gotten into you? That's totally private!"

But Simone just chuckled at her friend's discomfiture and conspiratorially said to Alan, "Get this: you know Kramer from Seinfeld?"

Heather suddenly leaped up and attacked Simone, not in a violent way, but in a determined effort to get her hands over her friend's mouth.

But Simone fended her off and said while she still could, "Kramer! She has the hugest crush on him!" That just caused Heather to attack her best friend even more violently.

Alan rolled over from lying on his back and said, "Hey, you two, break it up. Now!" To his surprise, their squabbling came to a complete halt.

Whoa. It's weird how Heather alternately defies me and obeys me. He saw Heather was furiously blushing, so he decided that it would be wise not to tease her any more. Instead, he just said, "Kramer? May I ask why?"

Heather stood up and straightened her clothes. "Hey, I'll have you know he's a hunk. Did you see the episode where he gets a job posing as a male underwear model? He's totally buff. In any case, who I like is MY business, and I'm going to enjoy ripping Simone's intestines out and feeding her scraps to the wolves for telling! Some friend!"

Heather pouted and glared at Simone, but Simone was already back massaging Alan, and merely continued laughing.

Alan said, "Don't be mad at her, Heather. She's just making the point that there's much more to you than most people think. What she said stays in this room, I promise. Anyways, we all have secrets like that. For instance, it wasn't that many years ago when I was into collecting smurf dolls, and I still have every single one of them in my room."

Heather snickered, very pleased to hear that. "Ha! The smurfs!" She sat back down and resumed massaging, doing a better job now.

Alan cooed, "Ahhh. That's better. Thanks. The smurf stuff stays in this room too, by the way!"

Heather laughed. "Ah, damn." She began aggressively kneading his ass cheeks. "How's this, Papa Smurf?"

"Good. Why don't you both get naked. Simone, you know about Heather's nice side, so what do you think about my plans to tame her through her ass to bring that part of her to the fore?"

Both girls stood up and began stripping. Alan thought to himself, Amazing, the kind of power I have! I just say, "by the way, get naked," and two of the hottest, most sought after and stacked girls in the whole school just simply do it!

Simone said as she undressed, "I understand Heather, but I certainly can't control her. Nobody can. I've never been fucked up the ass, myself, but it does seem to do something powerful to her. She's been raving and carrying on about it like she's found religion or something. So I'll be glad to help you out with that in any way I can. God knows the skanky bitch could use some serious attitude adjustment."

Both of them quickly got back to massaging. Heather growled, "Hey, look who's talking, you stupid slut."

Alan looked up and saw to his surprise that Heather and Simone were both smiling and playfully sticking their tongues at each other. You gotta be pretty close if "skanky bitch" and "stupid slut" are treated like affectionate nicknames. Weird. Simone is definitely the key to any Heather plan. I didn't realize just what good friends they were.

Heather was now vigorously massing Alan's thigh muscles, which were quite tight. She said, "Just what did you DO this weekend, Alan? And I couldn't help but notice you missed the first three classes. I was looking for you everywhere."

"I'd rather not talk about it right now. Heather, why don't you tell me about your weekend? What's the latest with the football players?"

"Ah. Glad you asked. You said that this weekend was my last chance at sexual freedom and that I should use it to my fullest, so I did. I fucked most of the football team so good that I figure they'll be walking funny for days. ... Hey! That's what happened to you, isn't it?! You literally fucked until you couldn't walk straight! I'm right, aren't I?"

"All right, you are. You're hardly the only girl I fuck, you know. You're not even close to consideration for membership in my harem, thanks to your attitude. Your half-hearted massaging is a perfect example of why you remain unworthy." Alan knew that one thing that drove Heather was a sense of competition, and even though she'd finally started giving him a decent massage, she immediately redoubled her efforts.

He chuckled on the inside. I've gotta keep working that angle. That harem talk seems to both impress her and motivate her. Let's see if I can do a little more of that. He said, "In any case, it's none of your business how many women I fucked last night, or how much bigger their real tits were than your fake ones. Let me hear more about your work with the football team. I hope you aren't a walking disease factory by now."

She was clearly thrown off her game by her desire to outdo these unnamed harem women. She even let the fake tits comment slide. "No, actually I didn't fuck that many different guys. My cunt is hardly even sore. It didn't seem nearly as much fun to be with their type as it used to. My plan was to sow dissent and pit them against each other. For instance, I got the three cornerbacks together, and told them that I'd only fuck the one who was the best player AND the best lover. In that particular case, they started arguing with each other so intensely that I didn't have to fuck any of them. I think a full-on brawl broke out after I left. Fucking with men's minds is so much fun!"

"Heather, this is why you're so far from belonging to my harem, and your idea of being my girlfriend is still a complete non-starter right now. If you try to mess with my mind, I promise you, you will be very, very sorry. And for God's sake, I want to see a bill of clean health from a doctor before I get my penis anywhere near your cunt ever again, especially after a weekend like that. Were there any talented ass fuckers in the bunch?"

Heather paused in her rubbing and hesitated in answering, so Simone whispered rather loudly, "Some of them were willing, but in the end Heather decided that her ass belongs to you and only you."

Heather stopped her massaging to flip Simone the middle finger. "Fuck you! Simone, what kind of friend are you? Why the hell are you telling him all these things?! Whose side are you on, anyways?!"

Alan replied, "Let me answer that, Simone. Heather, Simone is your friend, but she's on MY side when it comes to curing you of your bitchiness. In a sense, that still means she's on your side, because this is all to help you. She's going to be my assistant from now on in this project to fix your personality. Isn't that so, Simone?"

Simone nodded, and said to Heather, "I love you, girl, but Alan seems to know what he's doing, so he gets my full support. It's for your own good."

Both Simone and Heather's hands had been slowly drifting down to Alan's ass. Heather now gave up all pretense of massaging, reached under Alan and began an excellent handjob. It seemed his finding out so much about her only turned her on even more.

Heather's position put her face practically in his ass crack, so he decided to push his luck further. He said, "Heather, since your nose is already up my butt, why don't you rim my asshole with your tongue?"

She pulled back in disgust. "What? You've got to be kidding! Not on your life! That's beyond disgusting."

"Oooh, excellent. Something else she hates that I like. I'll have to remember that. But Heather, it's not a request, it's an order. Or, let me put it this way: is anyone volunteering to get ass fucked? Say yes by licking my asshole."

Heather feared this would become a new punishment for her, so she tried to use reverse psychology on him. "Actually, I'm just kidding. I love it! You know how much I love asses. I rim Simone all the time, don't I, Simone?"

There was a long pause, then Simone said, "I'll refrain from answering for fear of getting in any more trouble with either of you."

Alan laughed. He decided to pretend to at least entertain Heather's reverse psychology even though he could see right through it. "Heather, I don't care if you like it or not. Do it. Now."

So Heather began to lick his ass crack, but generally refrained from getting near his asshole. She couldn't bear to do it.

Still, she managed to make Alan feel really good, especially when she focused on the space between his asshole and his penis. Her continuing handjob and Simone's ass cheek groping didn't exactly hurt, either. Simone seemed intensely interested to see if Heather would really rim Alan, and spread his ass cheeks wide to give herself a better view of what Heather was doing. The pressure from Simone's constant staring finally forced Heather to put her tongue right on Alan's anus, but she quickly withdrew it.

Alan figured the massage was effectively over since things were heating up. So he sat up, causing both of them to stop what they were doing. He felt a lot better; almost like a new person. "Thanks for the massage, Simone. Heather, if Simone pisses you off when she helps me, blame me, not her, you got that? She's just following my orders."

CHAPTER 9

Alan stood, and began to back away from Heather and Simone until he was about ten feet away. "Now, let's see if I have full cooperation from the both of you." He pointed at his very erect penis and said, "Look at that. You could hardly call me aroused." He snapped his fingers. "Both of you, blow me together. Now. And Heather, you'll be calling me 'sir' from now on, so the correct response from you is, 'yes, sir.' Plus, Heather, the correct way for you to approach my penis is crawling on all fours."

Simone looked at Heather to see what her friend would do. While Simone thought blowjobs were okay, she knew Heather hated them. But more than that, she couldn't imagine her haughty friend following the other part of his orders.

Heather shot Alan a dirty look, but in fact, she whispered "Yes, sir," and got down on her knees. Simone's mouth hung open and she stared in complete disbelief as Heather started to crawl towards Alan. Even Heather had a disbelieving look, as if her brain couldn't understand why her body was doing what it was doing.

Alan said, "Simone, what has Heather done wrong?"

"I could barely hear her."

"That's right. Let's hear you, Heather. What do you say?"

Heather looked up, and shot Alan an even more hateful look. She said, "Yes, sir," but spat it out.

Alan said to Simone, who remained still, "What did Heather do wrong there?"

"She's got a bad attitude."

"She does," Alan replied with a sagacious nod. "Simone, I think she deserves a spanking. Give her ten."

Simone's eyes lit up at that prospect, but she said, "Okay, but, uh, how am I supposed to treat you? Do I need to call you 'sir' too?"

"No, you don't. You haven't displeased me and I like you just fine the way you usually are, so please just act like you normally would. However, if you agree to be my assistant, I will demand complete and utter loyalty and obedience from you. You will be one of my bitches, and I will treat you any way I like." He definitely didn't think of his other women as his "bitches," but thought the word was needed around Heather. "I will own your body twenty-four hours a day. You will only fuck who I say you can fuck, even when I'm not around. If you cross me or disobey, you will face punishment until your attitude is corrected. You can quit at any time, but as long as you're with the program, it's all or nothing."

Simone thought about that and pondered her response. "Did Heather agree to that?"

"No, she doesn't get a choice. She doesn't deserve to choose since she's a female dog, a bitch. Heather, fuck yourself like a dog in heat."

"Yes, sir!" Heather immediately slumped the rest of the way to the floor and began fingering her pussy. She was powerfully turned on by his command to do so, and very content.

Alan looked upon Heather almost with pity. "You see what I mean? If people at this school only knew she was a sex-crazed manipulative bitch, what would they think? My goal is to use her powerful sex drive to turn her into a worthwhile human being. But since you're already a human, you get to choose."

"Hmm. All right. I've give it a try, for Heather's sake. But I still don't know about you."

"That's understood, but I assure you, you will. And before long you won't even think about quitting because I reward as well as punish. With Heather though, sadly, it's mostly punishment. Get behind her, and give her ten good spankings. Heather, after each one, I want you to look me in the eye, say the number of the spanking, and then give me a 'thank you, sir.'"

Heather got back on her knees, her tits dangling delightfully and swaying with her arousal. She raised her butt into a position to get spanked. But at the same time, she complained, "Fuck that!"

Alan had gotten erect from seeing Heather crawl and frig herself, not to mention thinking about all the things he could do to her and Simone. He stepped forward and closed the distance between himself and the head cheerleader. His long penis bounced in front of her, nearly hitting her on the nose. She seemed transfixed by the sight. He thought about Susan and how she said she thought with her tits, and then Suzanne and how she thought with her cunt. He said in a calm, collected voice, "Heather, your problem is that you think with your haughty brain. Look at my cock and imagine how that's going to feel in your ass. Let your ass do the thinking. If you want this in your ass ever again, you will obey everything I tell you to do and never betray me, or I'm not going to bother with you. Believe me, there are plenty of other women I could be fucking at school, and I'm only bothering with you out of pity. Understand? So what's it going to be? If you're going to obey, you know what to say, and you know how to say it."

Heather looked to her friend for guidance, but Simone was directly behind her, so she couldn't make direct eye contact. Her focus was magnetically drawn to Alan's lightly bobbing stiff pole instead. Just the strong scent of the naked cockmeat right under her nose was incredibly tempting to her. Even though she didn't like blowjobs, she loved this penis above all others she'd had in her life, and found that her mouth was watering for it just by having it so close. She listened to her ass, and her ass screamed, "YES! GIMME!"

She closed her eyes, and said in a loud voice, "Yes, sir."

Alan smiled and thought, I can't believe this is working! It's like what Simone said earlier: "He seems to know what he's doing." I have to maintain the illusion of control and toughness. He barked, "I will forgive your closed eyes for now. But Simone, make it twenty for her earlier insolence. As hard as you can, please."

Simone seemed very eager to spank Heather, and was already in position to do so before Heather even gave her answer. Her hand came down extremely hard on Heather and made a resoundingly loud slapping sound. Heather had her teeth clenched, but she couldn't help but let out a loud moan.

Then Simone stopped, and all three of them just remained where they were for some long moments. Finally, Alan said, "Heather, aren't you forgetting something? Should I add ten more to help you remember?"

What was expected suddenly came to her. "Oh shit! One! Thank you, sir!"

Alan stood back about five feet then said, "Simone, you may continue." He watched while Simone spanked Heather over and over with great gusto. Heather didn't forget to count again, and behaved as obediently as Alan could have hoped for.

As he watched, he thought, It's incredible what she's willing to endure to get a good ass fuck. And Simone seems to be enjoying giving the spanking far too much. Even though they're obviously very firm friends, Simone must have a huge store of resentment for all the times Heather has treated her shitty. But what's really disturbing is how much I'M enjoying this! For one thing, it's just such a wonderful sight to see one completely naked girl on her knees getting spanked by another completely naked girl standing behind her, and watch both of them getting off on it. And somehow, the fact that Heather is blonde and white while Simone is such a dusky dark ebony just makes it that much more visually appealing. The fact that it's taking place during lunch in the middle of my school is just extra gravy. I really need to watch myself, because Heather brings out the "bad Alan" in spades. Am I really helping her, or am I corrupting my own soul, or both? What's scary is that both Mom and Sis would probably love it if I'd treat them like this. But I can never ever call them bitches and treat them coldly. Never! If I do, then the bad Alan will have completely won.

Finally the spanking was over. Simone had been vicious with her spankings, never letting up, showing that she had a great amount of resentment indeed. But Heather had her huge pride, and took it as a challenge not to cry out or disobey. Alan was impressed at her self-control.

He said, "Nice work, both of you. Heather, you've redeemed yourself a tiny bit in my eyes with the way you took that. At least you have some self-discipline. We'll work on building up and improving on that as you progress. Now, both of you come here and give me that dual blowjob. Simone, naturally you can walk. Heather will crawl like the obedient bitch that she is."

The two girls were sweaty and nearly breathless from the spanking. Both were also surprised at how aroused it made them. The two of them practically attacked his penis with wild abandon, even while they attacked each other. And "attack" was the right word to describe it, because both of them fought over his penis, pushing, clawing, and scratching each other to be in the best position. Yet at the same time they never ceased to finger each other's pussies and do everything they could to keep his penis pulsing with pleasure.

Alan was entertained as he watched three competing desires operating all at once: their desire to best each other, their desire to suck, lick, and jack off his penis, and their desire to sexually please each other. For instance, one minute Heather seemed content to lick one side of his penis while Simone licked the other, but then all of the sudden she shoved Simone away and swallowed the whole thing, nearly deep throating him. Simone seemed resigned to that, and went to work squeezing his balls instead, but then, out of the blue, she grabbed Heather's long, blonde ponytail, yanked her friend's head back, and began frantically beating Alan off with her fist. It kept going round and round like that. The whole time, their hands rarely left each other's pussies or clits.

Another factor was the way they climaxed over and over. Simone might be quiet for a minute or two after a climax, letting Heather dominate, but then as another climax began to rapidly well up inside her, her desire for cockmeat would practically drive her berserk. Then she would cum and be mostly quiet again. The only problem with it all was that it was rather dangerous for Alan's penis. He worried about an overenthusiastic accident, especially one involving teeth, not to mention all the tiny scratches their fingernails were making. But it was too exciting to stop.

Alan had originally just meant for the dual blowjob to get him aroused so he could fuck Heather in the ass, as well as having it serve as a test of obedience for both girls. But it had taken on a life of its own, thanks to the strong emotions caused by the spanking, and he was too weary to hold out for long. Plus, the lunch period time was limited.

So, suddenly he grabbed both girls by the hair, and said, "Stop!" Heather happened to be sucking him off at that moment, which wasn't too surprising since she was generally the more aggressive one and had the upper hand over Simone more often than not, even though Simone never gave up the fight.

He slowly pulled Heather's head back by the ponytail until his penis swung free of her reaching lips. He said, "That was good. Simone, I think you're beginning to see the rewards you can get if you experience sex my way."

Simone was breathless and amazed. "Yes! Holy fuck! I can't stop cumming, and just from sharing a blowjob!"

Alan tightened his hand in Simone's hair and moved her face into his penis. He kept pulling her head into his crotch until he felt the head of his penis stroke at her tonsils. He barked, "Suck on it!" He belatedly added, "Please," remembering that he was only supposed to be harsh with Heather. But once "bad Alan" got going, he was hard to stop.

Then he looked to Heather and said, "Heather, you're not yet worthy of my cum, and won't be for some time. Tomorrow, if I'm feeling generous and you act obediently, I may choose to fuck your ass as we begin your inner bitch training in earnest. But if I do, Simone will be the one to take my cum, just as she will now."

Simone gleefully cocksucked with total abandon. Her mouth kept puckering over and over around his penis, kind of like a fish. It seemed to be her favorite move. She also liked looking up at him and making eye contact the whole time she had his penis in her mouth, something his other women did only rarely. He relaxed his PC muscle and the ropes began shooting his long, thick ropes of semen into her hungrily sucking mouth.

He looked down and watched his relatively light skinned penis going in and out of her still pumping mouth, even while he buckled and shivered all over. He let out a contented sigh as the orgasmic peak hit him and passed.

He thought, I'm not sure what this says for race relations and if this is politically correct or not, but Jesus, I really love watching someone so dark taking me deep. She loves it so much, and she's got such a talented pair of lips! God, life is good! He was even more tanned than Katherine (though nowhere as tanne