Centerfold: Part 3

CHAPTER 7

They held hands again, then Brenda firmly squeezed Suzanne's. "Thank you! Alan was so right about how I needed to talk to you one-on-one. And I haven't even gotten to the main reason I wanted to talk to you!"

They both laughed, enjoying their new camaraderie.

Suzanne pulled her hand back and said, "Let's talk about that, then. Finding a new man. Yes?"

Brenda nodded. Her real interest at that moment was Alan, and trying him out, but she thought Suzanne wouldn't allow that. However, she hoped to learn things that could help her with that quest.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Nah. This conversation is far too interesting to take a break."

Suzanne smiled. "Very well. Let's talk about finding you a good man, one of those 'real men' like Alan that I've talked to you about. But first, let me explain a little more about my situation today. I've come to the conclusion that the most important thing, and maybe really the only thing that matters, is love. One of the ways Susan influenced me was to make me see that materialistic and selfish desires really don't matter much. I know that sounds a bit hypocritical when I'm living in this big house. I'm not saying that stuff doesn't matter at all, but once you reach a certain point... Let's put it this way. Have you ever heard of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs?"

Brenda's face lit up. "I have! I love the fact that you mentioned that! Wow, talking to someone about something of intellectual substance. This is such a rare treat for me, because people see my looks and treat me like I'm a brainless bimbo. Maslow was a psychologist who said that each person first tries to fulfill his or her most basic needs, like food, water, and shelter. Once those are secure, the person moves on to higher needs, like secure employment, good health, and so on. The person keeps going up to get to still higher needs, like self-actualization."

Suzanne smiled. "Exactly! You and I, with our basic needs more than taken care of, we can move up. A lot of wealthy people never truly get that concept. They think the goal is just to collect more and more stuff. But that's a dead end. There's always that one more thing you want or think you need, and you keep working yourself to **** until you literally die."

"So true," Brenda agreed. "You can't take it with you. I have more money than I could ever reasonably need to spend. Why couldn't Bob see that? Why couldn't he at least have found a better balance?"

Suzanne nodded. "Tell me about it. It's like you're describing my husband Eric. I'm at a point where what I desire above all else is love. To love and to be loved. Friends and family are what matters the most. And I've found that. Susan's a big, big part of it. And my daughter Amy. And Katherine, who's like a second daughter to me. But most important of all is Alan. I've gotta say the sexual aspect with him plays a big role. Had it not been for that, he'd be like a son to me, which is fantastic. But he's so much more! Brenda, I'm in love! I'm so much in love!"

Brenda smiled, even as she felt a sharp pang of jealousy. "That's wonderful. But isn't it kind of difficult for you? I mean, I'm sure he loves you too, but he's also sexually involved with Susan, and Katherine in a way, and others."

"Oh, definitely others," Suzanne said with a leer. "He's quite the stud."

Brenda noticed more than a touch of pride in Suzanne's voice, and that puzzled her. "I still don't get your attitude on that. Be honest; doesn't that bother you?"

"We're working it out. It's definitely a work in progress. We're lucky that there's just one male involved. I don't think men can share women very well. It goes back to some primal caveman instinct. But if one man has several women, that can work. That's been proven throughout history time and time again."

"The harem pattern," Brenda suggested. Harem-related porn was one of her favorite types of porn. The mere word could get her wet. It was hard for her to talk about the subject in a supposedly disinterested manner.

"If you want to call it that. In fact, I think it has big advantages. Look at us last night. You felt the vibe. The whole Plummer house is high on happiness and love, because we're all in love with Alan, and he's in love with all of us. It's incredible! For instance, I can share the joy of being in love with Alan with Susan, my very best friend. I thought we were the very best of friends previously, but it's made us even closer than before. Sharing Alan with other women you like, well, it's just better all around."

Brenda found herself nodding, because she was in complete agreement. I'll bet it is! Alan, with his harem of gorgeous women! Then she caught herself and stopped.

"So anyway, my point is, if you want to be happy, to be deliriously happy, you need to find love AND sexual satisfaction. Right now, you're lacking both in a big way."

"I am?"

"It's written on your face."

"It is?"

"Brenda, I'm going to be blunt. I'm going to be very blunt. You look like a woman who hasn't had a good fuck in YEARS!"

Brenda was shocked at first, but then she burst into laughter and Suzanne joined in. "You're right! You're so right!" After the laughter died down, she asked, "Is that really written on my face?"

"Well, yes and no. It's not something a stranger might notice, but I've been seeing you and talking to you more often in recent weeks, so it seems obvious to me. Of course, a big clue was the way you shouted out how you need to get laid at that party a few nights ago."

Brenda laughed. "Oh yeah! When I was drunk. That was a teeny, tiny clue."

Suzanne winked. "Very tiny. I'll bet it's actually true that you haven't had sex in years, at least any really good sex. Meanwhile, Bob has been having affairs right and left."

"What?! How did you know that?!" She was well aware of his affairs, but she didn't see how Suzanne could know.

"From what you told me before. Alan's not the only one who can be perceptive, you know. Your husband's on a power trip, you said. For people like that, sex is a manifestation of power. Way back when, I'm sure he pursued you aggressively because you were the best. The most beautiful. The most endowed. Smart and rich, too. It was impossible for him to find a more physically impressive wife than you. To put it bluntly, you were a gorgeous trophy to be won. Then he was happy with you for a while, because having and flaunting you was one way for him to prove his superiority over others. But people like that get bored with the status quo."

Brenda nodded as she listened. She was very impressed.

"Eventually, he concluded that having you, and some other women on the side, would be even more of a power trip, plus there's the thrill of the chase and the excitement of keeping a dangerous secret, and so on. Believe me, I know, because my husband Eric is a lot like your Bob, and the same kind of thing destroyed our marriage."

Suzanne went on, "For a long time, I was stumped: why on Earth would a man cheat on ME? Let's not toot the false modesty horn; I'm extremely beautiful, smart, good-hearted, an insatiable tigress in bed, and lots of other positive things besides. But eventually I realized what happened wasn't about me. His personality made his cheating inevitable. Some people are just never satisfied with what they've got."

Brenda asked, "Why didn't you just divorce his sorry ass years ago?"

Now it was Suzanne's turn to sigh heavily. "In retrospect, I should have. Keeping a sham marriage going was the dumbest mistake I ever made. But I thought it was vital to keep the family together until the kids graduated from high school. What I didn't realize was that a family split in two while living in the same house was no favor to the kids. In fact, just the opposite. But now it's a moot point. Somehow we've muddled through, and now the kids are of age and I can finally get a divorce. Which of course will allow me to devote myself to Alan full-time. So you can see how very similar our situations are."

"But how is Eric cheating on you different from Alan having multiple lovers?"

Suzanne's eyes narrowed and she had to control a surge of anger. "It's totally different! Nothing could be MORE different! Cheating is cheating, and it's just about the most painful kind of personal treachery you can imagine. But you probably can imagine it, since Bob cheated on you."

Brenda nodded. Her heart ached from the reminder. Bob had cheated on her for years and years.

"Whereas everything Alan has done with other women has been with my full approval. I may not know every last detail, but there's no real duplicity or treachery going on. In fact, I've encouraged him every step of the way. You see, we're a family - a real sharing family. If Alan were my lover but not theirs, we would have all kinds of problems. Sharing is the only way to go here."

Brenda was silent, since she didn't know quite what to think about that. Damn! I'm an outsider. If I were part of that group, say, Suzanne's sister, I'm sure I'd have the taste of sperm on my breath right now! I'd spend hours naked and kneeling, **** and gagging, then getting the fucking of my life! That would be a dream come true. But Alan doesn't know me at all, so why would he be interested?

Suzanne continued, "So, as you can see, our life histories are pretty similar. The big difference is that now I have Alan."

Brenda said wistfully, "What I need is my own Alan." Maybe I'll have to settle for that, someone like him. God, that sucks! So much money, and it can't buy me the one thing I really need.

"My thoughts exactly! In fact, you need someone exactly like Alan. Too bad Alan is already taken, several times over. We've lamented that already. Someone like him would turn your life around. Of course, I'm not talking about the superficial things, like age or looks, though it's wonderful to have a handsome young stud who can last so long. But it's the stuff inside that counts. The key thing for me with Alan is that he's just such a GOOD person. He doesn't care about power, wealth, or status. I think he saw what Susan and I went through, and he's been lucky to learn what really matters at a much younger age than you or I did. He knows it's about family, friends, and love. If his loved ones are unhappy, he's unhappy."

After an apparent pause, Suzanne unexpectedly added, "And sex!"

"Excuse me?"

"Sex! Sex is key. It's like the glue, the bond, that holds it all together. I don't think you can have a happy romantic couple without good and fairly frequent sex. If they go without, then they're just roommates and not really a couple. With sex, we reaffirm and strengthen our loving bonds every day." She leered, "And it's a hell of a lot of fun!"

They laughed. Brenda added, "Amen to that!" Again she thought about the fact that Suzanne had blown Alan just an hour or so earlier. Lucky slut. Lucky lips. And he titfucked her too!

Suzanne continued, "So what you need is a man who has good values, not superficial ones. And he has to be someone you find attractive. And someone who can ring your chimes over and over again, if you know what I mean."

Brenda said with chagrin, "Basically, Alan."

"Pretty much. Unfortunately, there aren't many Alans out there, and I'm sure they get snapped up fast. But I've found mine, and with the right attitude, lots of work, and knowing where to look, I'll bet you'll be able to find yours."

Brenda said anxiously, "I hope so. The fact that I have a teenage son already, that doesn't help matters."

"No. But I believe there's someone out there for every lonely soul. Or, in Alan's case, someone for several lonely souls." She chuckled.

Brenda was fishing for details about Alan's sex life. She asked, tentatively, "Um, you don't have to answer this, but just how many 'lonely souls' do you think one person like him can satisfy?"

"Hmmm. In Alan's case, who knows? I do know that I'm much, much happier sharing him than having someone like my husband-in-name-only Eric all to myself. The sharing has so many benefits. To give you an example, Susan was already my very best friend before this all started. I thought we couldn't possibly get any closer. But then we both started sharing Alan, and we've gotten MUCH closer! We spend even more time together every day, and we're constantly talking about the sexy, fun things we did with him. It literally doubles the joy, because I get to do something with Alan, and then later I get the joy of reliving it by talking about it with Susan."

Brenda asked hesitantly, "Do you get... graphic?"

"Oh, yes! VERY graphic! We go over every blowjob nearly lick by lick. Not only is it great fun, but we also learn a lot about what works best, so we can serve him that much better."

Brenda felt goose bumps when she heard that. "Serve him!" Oh God, she's living the dream! MY dream! But am I ready to make that dream a reality? That's scary!

Suzanne added, "Of course, that wouldn't work for some personality types. We're lucky in that our group, or family, meshes so well. Different strokes for different folks, as the saying goes. There are a lot of different ways to find happiness."

"That's true," Brenda agreed. She was miffed that Suzanne had dodged revealing the number of Alan's lovers.

Brenda and Suzanne continued to talk about this and that. Mostly, they focused on Brenda's problems. Suzanne tried to stress that it would be difficult to find the kind of man she wanted and needed, and in the meantime she needed to get in contact with her sexual side and "go a little wild." Once she "found herself" sexually, that would make it easier to know what she wanted with her ultimate mate.

At one point, Brenda asked Suzanne to describe how good it felt to be fucked by Alan.

Suzanne was **** to state that she hadn't actually been fucked by him yet, since she'd been holding off on real intercourse until Susan was ready to accept it for them both. But she reassured Brenda that, based on the great pleasure that she'd experienced with other sex acts with Alan, she was sure it would be absolutely fantastic. She pointed out that all the other sex acts with prolonged arousal were training him to have incredible stamina, on top of his innate teenage ability to recover rapidly. She further asserted that she and he would fuck within the next week or two, once Susan got past her issues about so-called "true ****," meaning vaginal penetration.

Given everything else that Brenda had learned about Alan, she had no reason to doubt Suzanne's prediction.

There was much that Suzanne refrained from saying. For instance, she didn't bring up Brenda's sexually submissive tendencies, even though she was tempted to. She reminded herself that her scheme wouldn't come to fruition in one day, so on this day she was just planting seeds that would flower in the future.

There was also much that Brenda refrained from mentioning. She still considered her submissiveness a deep secret that only Alan had figured out. She thought Suzanne might have an inkling, in a vague way, due to the kind of "real man" Suzanne said would suit her, but she was ashamed to reveal just how strong her submissive feelings were. She was very afraid of those feelings. Life was safe, if boring, as long as she kept them bottled up. Alan tempted her to take the plunge and let those feelings run free, but that scared her. She still felt **** and conflicted.

Suzanne's goal was to give Brenda the idea that the person she should "go a little wild" with was Alan. Furthermore, she wanted Brenda's desire for Alan to grow and grow. It didn't take a big mental leap to conclude that if Brenda's ideal mate was a man "exactly like Alan," who better to fit that description than Alan himself? Once Brenda was fully under Alan's spell, her knowledge of the **** would no longer be a threat. Ideally, Brenda could find a role as a kind of associate member of Suzanne's new sexual family, benefiting from it in many ways without being a core member who took up a lot of Alan's time and energy. Suzanne considered the fact that Brenda had a teenage son to be a potential bonus, because it would hopefully keep Brenda occupied much of the time so she wouldn't be too clingy or upset about not being closer to Alan.

Suzanne hadn't worked out all the answers when it came to Brenda, but she had a gut feeling that things were working in a direction that would make everyone involved very happy, including Brenda. In fact, in the same way that Suzanne felt that Susan's sexual awakening would ultimately end up being the best thing that had ever happened to her friend, Suzanne thought that Brenda's life also could be radically transformed for the better.

Even though the supposed purpose of Brenda's visit was to get Suzanne's help in finding a man like Alan, she left the house with less of an interest in that option and even more desire for Alan himself. That had been exactly Suzanne's intention all along.

CHAPTER 8

Susan had told Alan and Katherine to be home from their S-Club meeting by five o'clock. With school ending at three o'clock, that gave them less than two hours for another ménage à trois at Kim's house under the cover of the S-Club meeting.

Had Alan gotten together with Kim and Katherine one day earlier, there would have been a lot of weariness. Katherine was still recovering from the drilling of a lifetime on Monday. Kim also wasn't used to being fucked, and so had taken some time to recover. But by Thursday afternoon both girls were hot to trot.

Not so for Alan. He'd recovered from Monday reasonably quickly, but Wednesday had been another intense day for him. He'd had seven orgasms, which would have been tiring enough in any case, but they'd also all been very intense and prolonged. He decided that he needed to pace himself better.

Alan and Katherine had been dropped off at school that morning, which left Alan wondering how the two of them would get to Kim's house after school. But Katherine said she'd take care of it.

When Alan finished with his tennis practice, he went to meet his sister in the student parking lot, as she'd requested. To his surprise, Kim was there too.

Kim immediately grabbed his arm and led him towards a car. "Nice to see you, big guy. In short, Katherine and I decided that we need to maximize every minute we're together since our time today is so short. That's why we'll be taking my mother's old SUV and Katherine will be driving."

Alan looked as clueless as he felt. "Katherine driving? I don't understand. It's still the same distance to your place no matter who drives there."

They'd reached Kim's car by that point. Kim said as she opened the door to the back seat, "Yes, but think of all the precious minutes wasted while you were driving last time. Minutes that I could have spent with your cock in my mouth."

Alan looked around frantically to see if anyone was within hearing range, but no one else was even close. "But..." he protested, "but I need to take it easy."

Kim practically shoved him into the far back of the car where there was a lot of room. Meanwhile, Katherine hopped into the driver's seat and started the engine.

Before the car even began to move, Kim had Alan's shorts off and his erection in her hand.

But Alan was serious about taking it easy, and especially not overtaxing his dick. He convinced her that he could do a good job of "warming up" her pussy with his fingers.

The only problem for Alan was that when they were about halfway there, Kim took her top and bra off and said to Katherine, who was driving the car, "You know what I've always wanted to do but never had the guts to go for?"

"What's that?" Katherine asked.

"Press my breasts against the window of a moving car, flashing everyone in sight!"

Katherine enthused, "Oooh! What a great idea! Boy, Kim, I wish you were driving 'cos I'd love to do that right now!"

Alan complained, "Kim, I hope you don't think you're actually going to go ahead with..." His voice trailed off because she was already doing it.

Kim's breasts were small by Alan's lucky standards, only B-cups, but flattened out against the window they looked to be a size or two larger.

Alan responded with increasing panic, "Kim, you can't do that! Everyone will see! We're getting closer to your house all the time; there could be people you know!"

Kim giggled, "What people?"

She had a good point. The car was well into the suburbs and she was pressed up against the passenger-side back window, which looked out onto the sidewalk (rather than being visible to cars coming in the other direction). In any event, the streets were deserted and there almost weren't many cars passing them.

Alan was aroused by the display, though he didn't want to admit it. He moaned, "I give up. The whole world's gone insane."

Kim joked, "I don't care if you give up talking, but don't give up fingering! I'm having the time of my life here!"

Indeed, Kim was so aroused, especially by the three or four minutes she'd sat with her boobs plastered against the window, that it took Katherine and Alan some effort to talk her into putting her top back on long enough to go from the car to her house.

But as soon as the three of them got through the front door and closed it behind them, all bets were off. Katherine and Alan were panting with excitement, but Kim's lust left theirs far behind.

Kim practically tackled Alan to the floor and had him naked from the waist down before he knew what was happening. She fell on top of him, sucking his dick like her mouth was a black hole in deep space, pulling in all adjacent matter.

After only a minute or two, she went so deep that she started to gag and had to pull back a bit.

Katherine leaned in and kidded, "Save some of that for the rest of us, okay?" After Kim failed to answer, Katherine started to get annoyed. "Kim, don't we want to move this from, like, two feet from your front door?"

"Sorry," Kim said as she briefly and reluctantly removed her mouth from Alan's dick so she could talk. "It's just that I'm so excited. This is, like, a feast! I have no idea how you can manage to live in the same house as him; I'd be sucking him off twenty-four hours a day."

Katherine leaned in and giggled. "You'd be surprised how accurate that is sometimes. But do save some for the rest of us, okay?" She began taking off both her clothes and Kim's.

Alan also needed Kim to take it easy, because her great zeal already had him on the edge of climax. He didn't want to shoot all his loads from blowjobs instead of fucking, so he added, "Yeah. Not that I don't love it, but can we at least make it to your bedroom?"

Kim got up from the floor and led the other two upstairs to her room. Even though she was excited about her newfound discovery of penises and wanted to do nothing but play with Alan's all afternoon, she was mindful not to neglect Katherine. Since Kim was basically a lesbian, she wasn't suffering from that obligation: it was like having to choose between one's two favorite flavors of ice cream.

So, when Alan declared he needed a rest to recover his energies, Kim turned her attention to his sister. As soon as Katherine sat down on Kim's bed, Kim yelled, "Yee-hah!", jumped on her, and went after Katherine with abandon.

Now Alan was the odd one out, but he didn't mind. After everything that had happened to him that day, he wanted a more mellow sexual experience, plus he really did need the break. So he just sat and watched Kim and Katherine sixty-nine as he slowly stroked himself.

After five minutes or so, the two girls calmed down enough to remember again that he was there and see what he was doing. While they continued to mainly go after each other, they made sure to keep a hand or mouth on him as well so he wouldn't have to masturbate.

They went on like that for quite a while. But although Kim was still bursting with excitement, Alan managed to set the pace and generally keep their sexual fun languid and slow. Thus they spent much of their time talking and lightly caressing each other.

Alan didn't want to fuck just yet, as he wanted to save that for the finale. So, after about half an hour when the other two were looking for something different to do, he suggested, "Hey, I've got an idea. I know your pussies are sensitive and sore from Monday. Let's try titfucking. Have either of you done that before?"

"No," Katherine admitted.

Kim also shook her head 'No.'

Katherine was unreasonably afraid that her breasts would be too small to give a good titfuck. But she was slightly encouraged by the fact that she knew they were much bigger than Kim's. At least, for once, she didn't have to compare her bust to those of Susan and Suzanne.

She said, "Sounds weird. But if it makes you feel good, I'm all for it. I want you to fuck any part of my body, any way you want, any time you want. It's part of my fuck-toy code."

"Me too!" Kim agreed. "I don't know about this fuck toy business, but I'm quickly learning that anything involving either of you doing anything to me is great."

Alan naturally started with his sister. He poured some baby oil on her chest. Then, while he sat on her stomach and pounded into her ample cleavage, Kim lay between Katherine's legs and licked her slit.

Katherine was soon rendered nearly insensible from the double attack, with drool literally rolling down her chin.

Once she'd had a nice orgasm, she and Kim switched positions. Kim had the smallest pair of tits Alan had titfucked yet, but she made up for that by cocksucking him at the same time - there was no way she was going to let an opportunity of having her mouth that close to his erection go to waste.

A titfuck was something new for both women, and they decided they really got off on it.

Kim pointed out, "That's one thing at least that a man could do that no dildo could compare with. I've gotta admit, the hot flesh of a cock pressed between my boobs is so much better than cold plastic put in the same place."

Katherine joked, "I like it too, except for the fact that there's not even the slightest chance that I could get knocked up that way."

She loved talking about getting pregnant at every opportunity when she was having sex with her brother. Alan didn't like that very much, but he tolerated it because he knew it was something she really got off on.

Alan's dick was still in a bad way and it still hurt for him to ejaculate or pee. But the three of them kept going anyway. He remained hard nearly the entire time, and all three of them had fun trying to keep his prick fully stimulated and aroused without actually taking him over the edge. Even when they mostly just sat and talked, at least one of the girls had a hand on his manhood, lightly caressing it. He felt he could live like that all day long, keeping a low-level erotic buzz from morning to night.

Kim was also in heaven. She just couldn't get over how much she loved cocksucking. She still considered herself a lesbian, in that she really didn't like men. She certainly didn't want a boyfriend; she strongly preferred the company of women. All she wanted from a man was a cock to suck and fuck, without the hassle of actually having to go on dates and the like. She realized this "S-Club" arrangement was perfect for her, so she stayed on her best behavior to make sure it would continue.

Kim also took advantage of Katherine's tiredness to monopolize Alan's dick most of the time, sucking it until her jaw muscles couldn't take anymore. She sucked him slowly and backed off when necessary to prevent his orgasm. For her, taking it easy amounted to lazily licking his cock or, failing that, rubbing it against her cheek. She was constantly rewarded by a slow drip of pre-cum that she licked up.

Although there was a lot of cocksucking and titfucking, Alan made sure that the finale for each woman was a good fucking: Katherine in missionary position and Kim cowgirl-style. He shot one load directly into Katherine but with Kim he used a condom. Katherine was delighted to see that he was going bareback only with her.

Kim, though, didn't mind, because in the end she pulled off him, removed the condom, and had him ejaculate into her mouth. She just couldn't guzzle down enough of his sweet cum.

Despite their exhaustion, they were all very disappointed when their relatively short "S-Club meeting" had to end. They felt like they could have kept at it for a full afternoon, slowly fucking, sucking, talking, and just hanging out.

As Kim drove them home, Katherine thought about their driver. She was surprised at the change that had come over Kim. Katherine had barely known Kim before they became sexually involved, as they'd only been cheerleaders together for a couple of weeks prior to that. Her first impression had been that Kim was an evil bitch, working hand in hand with Heather to make Katherine a sex ****. But that turned out to be completely wrong. In fact, it was remarkable just how fawning Kim had become to both the Plummer siblings, but especially to Alan.

In this latest "S-Club meeting," Kim seemingly all but worshiped Alan and his dick. She'd run to the kitchen to get him orange juice or fruits, wipe his forehead with a cool towel after he sweated, lick his cock clean after each orgasm, and generally treat him like a king.

Katherine could relate to that, because she'd been acting towards him more and more like that herself lately. She reflected, There's something about getting a really, really good fucking. There's a bonding that takes place. Not only that, but you're ready to do anything to get it again. I hope Kim doesn't get more possessive and try to take my brother away. If that happens I'm not going to let go of him without a hell of a fight!

But what am I thinking? There's no way she can steal him, not with what he's doing to Mom and Aunt Suzy, and somewhat with Aims. Why the hell would he give up having four beauties in his own house for anybody? That's one benefit of having to share. I may not get all of him, but I'm pretty much guaranteed to get a good piece of him.

Alan had also noticed Kim's new subservient attitude. Though he wasn't the type to be rude or demanding, he was curious, so he experimented a bit with what she would do. Unfailingly polite, he nonetheless started acting more assertive, saying things to Kim like, "Boy, I could really use some juice." He noted that Kim would hop up immediately and run downstairs to get the juice. She also would take any sexual position he asked, unquestioningly.

She acted even more eager to please than Katherine, which was saying something. He noted the irony that while Katherine loved to talk about being a fuck toy, she generally didn't act that subservient or submissive. He was glad, too, because he loved her just the way she was, personality-wise, and didn't want to see a big change.

The whole experience presented him with much food for thought. He didn't want to turn into a selfish asshole; he realized he'd have to pay serious attention to that possibility.

CHAPTER 9

Susan had been thinking about what might happen the next time Alan needed to cum while at home. She was supposed to be punishing Suzanne, but she also had her own vow not to help him too much until after Ron was gone. If push came to shove, she thought she might give him a handjob, but she wanted to avoid that eventuality because she doubted that she'd be able to resist turning the handjob into a blowjob.

She assumed Alan would be tired and want to take a nap when he returned home after school and his S-club meeting. Ron's departure for Asia was imminent, leaving her feeling obliged to spend some time with him. There were certain errands that she and Ron needed to take care of together, such as deciding some important purchases. She wanted to make sure that Alan and Katherine made it home by five o'clock, as they had promised, but with Alan being gone with his S-Club meeting and then napping, she figured the late afternoon would be a good time to do her errands with Ron. She'd asked Suzanne to stop by and make sure the kids got home on time.

Alan and Katherine did make it home on time. Katherine, also assuming Alan would take a nap immediately, took off for next door to hang out with Amy.

However, for once Alan didn't feel like napping. It was past his usual nap time, and he was still so energized from the S-club meeting that he knew he'd have a hard time getting to sleep.

He mentioned this to Suzanne when she showed up at the Plummer house to check on him and Katherine. She sensed opportunity. She told him that his alertness was a good thing, because they needed to discuss what had happened the day before with Brenda. Suzanne requested that the discussion take place in Alan's room, in case they might get intimate.

As soon as they were in his room, she closed the door and asked him, "So, what's your pleasure?"

"What do you mean?"

She struck a provocative pose, with her hands behind her head. "I mean, what would you like to do with me? Within a reasonable approximation of Susan's rules, of course." In fact, she was breaking Susan's punishment with that suggestion, but she calculated she could get away with it.

He shrugged. "I don't care. Not because I'm not interested, but because I'm going to be with you whatever we do, and that's the main thing. Anything with you is good. Just sitting here and talking is good. I just love being with you."

Suzanne looked at him in disbelief. Is this kid for real? Or is he filled with more shit than a sewage treatment plant? The thing is, I know him almost as well as I know myself. Sometimes he does shade things a bit - he is a charmer! But I also know from his face when he's totally sincere, and he meant that! My God! Does he have any idea what that does to me? This is true love!

Although Alan was happy to be with Suzanne in any context, the main reason he'd said those words was because he'd just come from a lot of sexual activity at Kim's house and he didn't think he'd be up for more any time soon. But he felt he couldn't explain the real reason for his reticence, due to his need to maintain the S-Club cover story.

They were standing in the middle of his room, fully clothed, but Suzanne was so overcome with lust and love that she suddenly attacked him. She practically tackled him to the bed, kissing him as if she were pouring her heart and soul out to him via her luscious lips.

"Whoa!" he said a few minutes later when they finally came up for air. By that time, she'd managed to get every item of clothing off them both. They lay in the middle of his bed.

His sexual **** had been totally forgotten, as demonstrated by his newly engorged boner. He had to snicker to himself over how wrong he'd been with his notion that he couldn't quickly get erect again, especially considering he was with super sultry Suzanne.

She shook her head. "You don't even know, do you?"

"Know what? I know that I love you."

"AAAAIIIIIEEEE!" She squealed like she'd just been stabbed. Then she kissed him passionately, for a long time.

She hadn't so much as touched his erection yet, because she'd focused entirely on the kissing. But it had been rubbing against her here and there, and she was suddenly too aroused to ignore it any longer. She paused in her kissing and said, "Sweetie, just keep saying things like that to me and you'll be amply rewarded. In any case, we may not have a lot of time, so let's get it on!"

"What about talking about Brenda?"

"Oh, we'll have time for that eventually. But... fun first! Again, what would you like me to do? My treat. I wanna blow your mind and set your cock squirting like an out-of-control fire hose."

"Hmmm. Well, there's handjobs, blowjobs, and titfucks, right? Everything else seems off limits, since I'm not allowed to get near your pussy."

"Not true! Well, you're right about Susan's stupid rules, at least for now, but there's all kinds of other things we can do. For instance, check this out." She scooted down the bed, held up one of his feet and began to kiss and lick it.

"Whoa!" he said after a minute or two, when he'd had a chance to consider what she was doing. "That feels pretty good. It's like you're giving my foot a blowjob or something. And it's weirdly intimate. I mean, you've really gotta love someone to get so passionate with their stinky feet. Let me do you."

Again her heart soared, but then she said, "No! Some other time, okay, but not now. We need to get your cock squirting, then get back downstairs. So, again, what's your pleasure?"

He'd had a lot of blowjobs lately, but titfucks were still a comparatively new thing, so his choice was easy. "Well, what about another titfuck? Those are awesome!"

She grinned, thinking about the prolonged titfucking fun she'd had with him yesterday, as well as the one she'd given in the car earlier. "I thought you might say that. One titfuck coming right up." She scooted back up the bed and trapped his erection between her huge tits. "How does this feel?"

"You're a goddess! You're awesome!"

She giggled with glee as she slid her tits along both sides of his shaft. "Well, that's true." She winked while lapping at the tip of his cockhead with her long tongue.

She got into the lapping so much that he assumed she'd lost her train of thought. But then she continued: "Consider this a reward for handling Brenda so well. You really hit a home run there! I talked to her while you were at school today, like I told you I would. Supposedly she wanted my advice on how to find a man like you. But I know what she really wants: THIS!" She licked in a circle all the way around his cockhead to make clear what she meant.

Then she added, "Her panties are all in a squishy twist over you. It's so cute. At the moment she thinks you're the biggest stud on the planet!" She snickered.

His natural modesty came to the fore. "I find that hard to believe." He meant it too.

"Believe it!" She planted a slurpy kiss right over his urethra.

"So what did you two talk about, exactly?"

"This and that." She was stopping to lick between each sentence. "I think it's best that you don't know exactly. It was mostly very specific stuff about her past. It's brilliant if you can 'perceive' something in general, like that she has an uninspired sex life, but it'll be a disaster if you 'perceive' something too specific, such as the name of her first husband. You're not supposed to know that until she tells you herself."

"Ah. Good point." Even though he was enjoying her titfucking, their pace and excitement level was still fairly relaxed. So he asked, "By the way, what's the deal with her?"

"What do you mean?"

He felt a sudden surge of lust. "Dang, she's just got such huge fuckin' tits!" He was so excited, he grasped both of Suzanne's nearly-as-large globes with his hands.

She chuckled. She'd been holding a tight tunnel around his erection, but she let go since his hands were doing the job. "That's your question?"

He brought his momentary surge of lust under control and tried to think. "Um, no. I know about the whole **** disclosure problem, of course. But she just sorta dropped in out of nowhere. With all the stuff going on in this house lately, having anyone over is pretty risky. How did she even get into a position to know about our **** in the first place? I suspect you had some scheme up your sleeve, even before the disclosure, like you usually do. Am I warm?"

She paused her titfucking activity while keeping his hard-on deep in her cleavage. "VERY warm!" She bent her head down to lap at the head of his cock. Then she strained and struggled and managed to get all of it in her mouth. She slid her lips back and forth over his sweet spot several times before she had to release his cock. "In fact, I'd have to say you're downright HOT!"

He chuckled, even as he felt goose bumps all over from the sheer pleasure. "I didn't mean it like that. You're dodging the question!"

She grinned widely; she was proud of her reputation for scheming. She resumed the titfuck, sliding one tit up as the other one went down. "Guilty as charged. She's something else, isn't she? Tits out to here, and a great body. Plus a really cute and beautiful face. And smart as well. Are you happy that she's well on her way to becoming your latest conquest?"

He groaned, mostly from lust. "Aunt Suzy, you're still dodging the question."

She chuckled. "I see I can't get anything past you, not even when you're in the middle of a slippery titfuck. Okay, I'll tell you: yes, it's been my scheme all along. My plan has always been that I want you to FUCK her! But now, with her learning about the ****, that's gone from a great idea to a necessity. Reaming her with your big cock was the plan all along!"

That triggered an erotic reaction in him that nearly set off his orgasm. He closed his eyes and grunted loudly. "UGH!"

Suzanne suddenly pulled back, hoping to reduce his stimulation temporarily so he wouldn't blow his load so quickly.

It was a close call, but somehow he hung in there. He kept his eyes closed and just panted for a few moments, trying hard not to think about what she'd just said, or in fact anything at all.

Suddenly, he focused on what Suzanne had said about how he would eventually fuck Brenda. That nearly made him hyperventilate all over again. Finally, with his eyes still closed, he asked incredulously, "What?! No way! Why?!"

"Don't you think it's a good idea? Don't you want to do her?"

"Duh! A castrated, gay Pope would want to do her! But seriously, that doesn't make any sense. I'm super happy right now. I love the royal treatment you, Mom, and Sis are giving me. I'm not looking for anyone new."

"I know. And neither am I. But I'd been vaguely aware of her for a while now, after seeing her at various social functions. After all, there's no way to avoid noticing her! Recently, at a party, I saw her again and had a realization that we needed to get her involved in this somehow. It wasn't really one of my full-blown schemes, because I didn't know where it might go exactly. I just knew that I wanted to see her bouncing on your cock."

That was honest enough, although she hadn't fully committed to pursue that last objective until Susan had revealed her ****, which had **** Suzanne's hand.

His arousal surged so much that he leaned forward as if he were being buffeted by a wave. "But why?! Why would you do that for me?!"

"First off, because you're my Sweetie, and I like to make you happy." She again paused the titfuck and bent her head downward. She had an easier time of it the second time, managing to engulf his entire cockhead immediately.

The pleasure of her lips repeatedly sliding over his sweet spot was so intense that he clutched at the bed sheets and started moaning ecstatically.

Eventually she relented, for fear that he'd cum too soon. She switched back to "merely" titfucking him. But tilting her head down just a bit wasn't so difficult for her, so she also licked the top of his cock. "See what I mean? Stick with me and you'll go far!"

"Jesus Christ!" His heart raced and sweat tricked down his face. "I don't doubt that. Good grief! But... that still doesn't really explain why you threw her my way."

"I know. But a woman like Brenda, she's one in a million. Rarer than that! In my entire life, I've never met another woman who's so curvy, so stacked, and yet so basically slim, and has a gorgeous face. She's a genetic freak! AND she's getting a divorce, so she's fair game and ****. It was such an amazing, timely opportunity that I simply couldn't let it escape." She thought, Besides, I want to have fun playing with her myself!

"Wow!" He marveled at that while also luxuriating in her titfucking motions. But then he asked, "Even so, wouldn't you be jealous of her? Doesn't that cut into my time with you? We still hardly know her. That means there's all kinds of danger!"

Suzanne decided to halt their titfucking, because the conversation was becoming both important and complicated. She was happy to just keep his boner snuggled in her deep cleavage. "Jealous? Maybe. But by now you must know that I'm a switch hitter. Maybe I'd like a taste of Brenda myself."

"Oh man!" he groaned lustily. "Don't even put that thought in my head! I can't take it!"

She grinned wickedly. "What, of Brenda and me, naked and kissing, rubbing our big racks together?"

He groaned again. "Big? You mean fuckin' HUGE! Oh man!" He took hold of the sides of her breasts and started thrusting in and out of her cleavage more proactively. Thinking about both Brenda and Suzanne was getting him really worked up, especially from picturing them rubbing their bare racks together.

Still imagining that sight, he exclaimed, "If that were to happen... Man! There'd be such a great mass of tit-flesh collected there that it would cause a boobtacular black hole or something!"

Suzanne laughed heartily at that. "So, are you saying my rack compares favorably to hers?"

"Oh! MAN! Don't even get me started!" He squeezed the sides of her tits even tighter, then caressed them all over, enjoying the feel of their sheer roundness. "You, Mom, and Brenda! The three greatest racks in the universe!"

She was tickled pink. She asked, "What about... Christine? I've seen her at your school, and she's remarkably top-heavy for her age."

"Shit! Okay, four then! Please don't make me think about that too!" With his eyes closed, he continued to explore every last inch of Suzanne's round mountains, but now he imagined that they were Christine's instead.

Suzanne was slightly miffed, since she'd been hoping he'd say hers were better than Christine's. But she shrugged it off.

With the titfuck on hold, he was quicker to comment. "The whole bisexual attraction explains a lot though. You're not really being totally altruistic, are you?"

"No, I'm not. Hell, you're involved with WAY too many women as it is. Like you need one more!"

He chuckled. "True." With the titfuck still stalled, he continued to have fun caressing Suzanne's big melons.

"In a way, I'm kind of using you, because I have the hots for Brenda, but I haven't seen any hint that she's even slightly into women. Still, I figure she'll get so hot and bothered with you that threesomes may become a possibility. Can you picture her and me sucking your cock together? And then kissing each other at the end of your cock, kissing it some more, then swapping the cum that you've shot all over our faces?"

"UGH! UH!" He was getting carried away with some very vivid mental images. He had to stop fondling his aunt until he calmed down from that description.

Suzanne knew that if she flicked her tongue out and licked his cockhead some more, he'd shoot his load. She was tempted to do so, especially since she wanted his cream on her face, but she decided to let him have his rest. It was more fun talking about Brenda in the middle of all this sexual activity. There would be time for a facial later.

Once he had recovered a bit, he quipped, "If that's getting used, then please use me some more!" Then, realizing how similar that was to the words to the old soul hit "Use Me" by Bill Withers, he sang,

"'I wanna spread the news,

that if it feels this good getting used,

you just keep on using me

until you use me up!'"

She laughed. Then she resumed her titfucking. She took over the squeezing while also sliding her upper torso up and down, causing his hard-on to slide through her tight tunnel.

He grunted. He realized that he was sweating bullets, but he loved it.

She continued, "Sweetie, this can be just the start of many good things to come. Because I'm bisexual, you and I can go 'pussy hunting' together and have a hell of a good time. I didn't want to tell you about this just yet, but when someone like Brenda comes along, you have to seize the opportunity, even if it means breaking the rules a little bit."

He grunted with approval. "Agreed! So what's the plan?"

"Like I said, I never had an exact plan with her. I just knew that I had to act fast. She's coming out of a failed marriage and starting to look around for the first time in ages. She actually was on the prowl for a man the night when Susan and I ran into her a few days ago!"

"Oh no. What happened?"

"I blocked that, of course. I can't let someone else snap her up. Now she's moony over you. The plan is to just keep stirring the pot, keep building up the hype, until she totally cracks and gives herself to you completely. Then your **** secret will be safe, and you'll have a brand new sex pet!"

He grunted loudly as a new surge of lust ran down his spine and practically made his hair stand on end. Thinking that she was done explaining, he started thrusting up a little bit to improve the titfuck even more.

But she wasn't done yet. "I figure it's like, let's say you're managing a football team and your team already has a really good running back. But in the draft you see a running back that you're convinced is gonna be a Hall of Fame player, but he's not gonna go until the later rounds. You've got knowledge that gives you an inside scoop on just how great he is. So you've gotta snap him up before anyone else can, even though he doesn't fit in with your immediate plans. You'd be a fool not to. That's kind of my thinking with Brenda."

He groaned lustily (because of the increasingly exciting titfuck), "Wow! I didn't know you... know so... so much..."

"About football? How could I not? I don't want to, but it seems like you have some game or another on the TV every Sunday all autumn long, and Brad and Eric do even more. Anyway, sometimes it's more fun not having an exact plan."

He struggled to speak. "It's kinda... kinda weird that... you're, you're... behind the scenes, planning everything..."

Seeing his breathing trouble, she helped him by clarifying, "Maybe you're feeling a bit chagrined that I'm manipulating things so much? I'll bet you feel like a puppet on a string, and that's annoying."

"Yeah, kinda. I mean, I totally appreciate it, but..."

She came to a decision. "I'll tell you what. I think I might dial back monkeying around behind the scenes for a while and just let events evolve on their own. Now that she's past a critical point, let's see how you handle things with her."

He groaned again, not just in approval of that idea, but just because he was so close to cumming.

For clarity, she asked, "Sounds good?"

"UNGH! YES!"

She chuckled at his lusty response. "Okay, then. I figure you're not going to get TOO involved with her, because you have three of us, and how many guys can handle even three lovely ladies? Don't bother to deny that things are happening between you and Angel. She hasn't said anything to me, but I can tell."

She paused to see if he responded to that, but he was careful to stay mum. The only obvious sound was his heavy panting.

"Boy, you're really trying to stick to that 'don't kiss and tell' policy, aren't you? You know I don't mind if you do your sister. In fact, I fully approve! Anyway, maybe Brenda can be a 'special guest star' of sorts, coming over here to get fucked every now and then. Once or twice a week, perhaps. Susan is against her getting any more involved than that. Or maybe nothing will happen at all. We'll see."

They could have continued talking about Brenda and other matters, but Alan had already gotten so aroused that he was having trouble talking, as well as concentrating. Suzanne went silent as she engulfed his cockhead yet again and resumed her titfucking-cocksucking dual attack.

Suzanne could have kept that going for a long time, with lots of well-timed strategic breaks, but she didn't want to push her luck. She'd been "busted" by Susan the day before, and that had put a dent in Susan's deep trust in her best friend. Suzanne didn't want to get caught again.

As a result, once she started sucking, she didn't stop. She tried to make it last for as long as possible, but since she wasn't allowing herself more strategic breaks, it was just a matter of time before he blew his load. Getting titfucked and sucked at once was too arousing to handle for long, even with his stamina.

When he came, she took it all down her throat, so there wasn't a cummy mess to deal with.

Afterwards, he was even more wiped out than usual. He couldn't even keep his eyes open.

So she dressed, said goodbye as she kissed his forehead, and then went back to her own home.