Na Na Hey Hey Goodbye: Part 1

Part 26 - Na Na Hey Hey Goodbye

CHAPTER 1: (Day 47: Friday, November 1)

When Alan woke on Friday, he was glad that the end of the school week was near. More importantly, he knew that Ron would finally be gone. Furthermore, he was happy because his energy levels, sexual and otherwise, were back at full strength after a tiring week.

He had a feeling it would be a good day. Unfortunately, there wasn't the slightest chance for any sexual fun before school that morning because Ron was still in the house.

But Alan didn't mind that much. Every day it was as if all his sexual dreams were coming true, so he could hardly complain. Besides, he and Glory had plans to meet again, which really motivated him to get to school.

The school day seemed to drag by slower than usual for both Alan and Glory. They could hardly wait until their fourth-period class was over. Glory even went over to Alan's desk at one point during the class, as if to help him out with a problem, but instead gave him a surreptitious wink.

That was all she did, but it goosed his arousal level. He'd already had the old song 'Gloria', which he thought of as a personal theme song for her, running through his head for most of that morning: Gloria! / G-L-O-R-I-A / Glooooria!

As soon as the last student left Glory's classroom, Alan rushed to the door to lock it.

Before he'd even finished doing that, Glory fought to get out of her clothes. She stroked him with one hand while they worked to take the rest of their clothes off.

She really got into the handjob, and was content to do that for many long minutes until she brought him off.

Meanwhile, Alan rotated between kissing her mouth, fondling her tits, pulling on her clit, and anything else he could think of.

When he finally came, she let his jism splash all over her face. "Alan, look at me!" she cried. "Is that any way to treat your favorite teacher? Such a BIG load, young man! I love it! Where is all this cum coming from?"

"I don't know," he answered honestly. "It seems like my loads are getting bigger lately, with more and more ropes. Is that amount not normal?"

"I haven't been with that many guys, but compared to them you're like Niagara Falls. It's so great! Especially your tasty cum. And you're literally getting better every day in knowing how to please a woman, young man. I really mean it. I need this every day, not just a couple times a week. I'm so glad we've found each other."

"Me too, Teach. Me too."

"You know," she went on, as she scooped cum gobs into her mouth, "I keep having these crazy little fantasies about you, even though we're together already. Especially while I'm teaching your class. For instance, I was just thinking, what if I forgot to change clothes before the start of my next-period class, after I have my fun with you? Wouldn't that be fun if I taught fifth period naked from the waist up, and with your jism covering my face and slowly dripping down my body? What if that got all the guys excited, and they dumped THEIR loads on me?"

She continued to explain, "Then I'd teach sixth period completely naked, covered in cum from head to toe! Then those boys would dump their loads on me too. But somehow we'd return to the class work. I'd stand there at the blackboard lecturing with everyone in their seats, looking bored. I'd be half covered in white. My chest would be covered, three layers deep. And every step I'd take, rivers of cum would pour off my body."

"I think you have a dangerously vivid imagination," he said, smiling.

Yet, with all the crazy happenings around him lately, a part of him felt like nothing was impossible. The fact that she was dripping with cum in her own classroom made her story much more believable and arousing.

"I think you're right," she agreed as she lapped up his cum, licking her tits clean. "I'd never actually DO anything like that though."

"I like it though. I love fantasizing. Let's do it together."

"Okay," she said very agreeably.

After thinking for a few moments, he said, "I know! Why don't we do that fantasy right now? It'll take a few minutes for my dick to rebound. Meanwhile, why don't you stand up at the blackboard and pretend you're lecturing to the class, naked with my cum dripping off your face?"

"Okay!" She got up and moved to the blackboard. She shook her head in wonder. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this. I think YOU'RE the one with the dangerously vivid imagination, young man!"

Glory began teaching at the blackboard, making up insanely boring 'facts' that had Alan in stitches. "And in 1457, King Edmund the Unfortunate raised the land tax on the peasantry. The yeoman farmer was oppressed by the nobility until the reign of King Harold the Unready in 1459. King Harold's relationship with the church..."

Meanwhile, she wiggled her naked body around in very athletic and completely outrageous ways. It was almost as if she was playing an invisible game of Twister, but she always kept one hand pointing towards the chalkboard, even though there was nothing written on it.

This caused Alan's dick to revive quickly. He sat in the front row as if he were an eager and attentive pupil of her lecture, except that he was also naked and beating off furiously. She finished by doing the splits so dramatically that he wondered if she'd been a cheerleader or gymnast at some point. Then she rushed back to him and hugged him tightly, breathing heavily.

"I can't fucking believe you got me to do that," she said excitedly. "What if somebody saw me? Oh my God, the things you're making me do!"

"Me? I don't remember putting a gun to your head. Didn't you enjoy that?"

"Did I enjoy it? God yes, young man, God yes!"

They kissed again.

He raised his hand, even though she was surrounding him with her naked hug. "Ms. Rhymer?"

She slipped back into her teacher role, pretending to call on him. She pointed at his face from inches away. "Yes, Alan?"

"Teacher, I'm not sure I caught all that about King Ethelred, because I was kind of distracted by what you were doing. Can you repeat that part? And now this strange thing has sprouted between my legs! What does it mean?"

"Hmmm. Very serious, young man. I think I'm going to have to teach you some basics of human anatomy tomorrow. I think we'll enjoy that. But first we need to get rid of this 'strange thing' of yours. I know I'm going to enjoy this even more!" She dropped to the floor and pulled his dick into her mouth.

Alan said while she sucked, "Honestly, I will never, ever look at anyone lecturing at a blackboard in the same way again!"

She chuckled even as she kept his dick deep in her mouth. It was such a deep lunge that she was flirting with deep throating him already.

"The next time I see you teaching in front of the class I know the only thing I'll be able to think about is you naked and doing the splits on the same spot," he said.

She popped his boner out of her mouth to say, "Well then, young man, we'll just have to do more fantasies here so you don't get hung up on just that one."

He grinned. "Hmmm. I like that logic."

She gobbled his cock again. It went deeper and deeper in long strokes. Each one went from having his dick nearly out of her mouth to having his pubic hair nearly tickling her nose. She wanted to go all the way with it, so at the end of an out stroke she pulled off all the way and asked, "I'm ready for some deep throating; are you?"

It was a joke since she'd been deep throating him for a while already.

He replied, "Are you kidding me? That's one question you should always know the answer to. However, let's wait a couple minutes before you do that again. I was on the verge before you even came back here and started sucking. Let me pleasure you a bit to keep you going. Then, when we do it, we can really do it right."

That's just what they did. Alan played with Glory's clit and generally roamed his hands all over her while he waited for his prick to recover.

Thanks to his pause and the fact that he'd cum once already a short time earlier, he was able to experience the unimaginable pleasure of a Gloria Rhymer deep throating for more than five minutes before he finally had to give up his load. Glory had a remarkable ability to keep him deep inside her mouth without breathing for almost a minute at a time, doing all kinds of things to his cock all the while.

Alan could hardly believe this woman strutting around naked at the front of the classroom and sucking him so deep was the same woman he had thought so prudish these past three-plus years. In fact, she wasn't prudish at all, as her surfing persona had hinted, but he'd had no basis for knowing what she was like when not behaving as a teacher.

As he left, she kept joking about not putting her clothes back on. She repeatedly pretended that someone from the next class had walked in, after which she stood, naked and surprised, as she had an imaginary conversation with the student while more students entered the room.

They both enjoyed it. It made Alan wonder whether Glory might have an exhibitionist streak, or if she was like him: happy to do it as a fantasy but scared shitless to do it in real life.

Katherine meanwhile had a very ordinary school day, even though there was a football game to root for. She wore her cheerleader outfit through all her classes as she did every game day, but she was back to wearing panties just like all the other cheerleaders. It seemed disappointing and boring compared to all the fun she'd had the week before. But that's the way Heather wanted it, so no one dared complain.

CHAPTER 2

Back at the Plummer home, Suzanne and Susan had a serious talk while they did their morning pre-workout stretching exercises.

Susan was initially very excited. The first thing she said was, "Suzanne, it happened to me too! Last night! I understand how you felt when Tiger wrote 'I love you' on your back with pre-cum, and all that!"

She embraced her friend, and said, "Do you know what he said to me? He said - and this is a direct quote, since I memorized it: 'I love you so much. You're in my thoughts every single minute of the day, either consciously or unconsciously. Just the knowledge that you're nearby gives me confidence and lifts my feet as I walk. I really mean that.' Isn't that just the sweetest, most wonderful thing anyone has ever said, ever?"

Suzanne was a bit jealous to hear that, so she had a hard time getting very excited for her friend. As she went back to her stretching exercises, she said politely, "That's very nice. He really is a sweet one, isn't he? That's why I call him my Sweetie. So, did you suck him all night long as a big reward?"

"I wish! But that wasn't an option, with Ron sleeping down the hall. Besides, it wasn't like that. Sure, we were both horny, but it was a romantic thing. We kissed! And kissed and kissed!"

That made Suzanne even more envious, but she kept her feelings well hidden. She reminded herself that her ultimate scheme required sharing, so there was no place for jealousy or envy. She let Susan gush at great length about how "wonderful" and "considerate" Alan had been to her. But eventually the conversation shifted and they again discussed what Susan would do after Ron was gone.

At times like this when Susan wasn't in close proximity to her son's erection, she was full of remorse, guilt, and resolve to avoid such 'immoral' behavior. Her recent "nightmare" still weighed heavily on her, as did her most recent vow not to fool around with Alan. Perhaps surprisingly, the loving, romantic high that she was feeling toward her son didn't impact her determination to hold to her vow.

Even Suzanne could only sway Susan so much when she was like this. However, the good thing about Susan's vow was that it was vague. She'd promised herself to stay away from Alan for a few days until she could sort out her feelings and firmly establish boundaries. Suzanne's goal was to make those "few days" very few indeed. She was confident that vow would be forgotten just like Susan's other recent vows about Alan had been. She figured the vow wouldn't last more than a few hours after Ron was gone, and he was supposed to leave later in the day.

Susan had something else she was excited to share. "Suzanne, you won't believe it. I have a big secret, a fun secret, but I can't tell you what it is!" She was thinking about the photo session with Brenda the previous night.

That got Suzanne's attention. "What?! Susan, you can't say that! I thought we shared everything!"

"We do. And don't worry, I'll tell you soon. But before I do, there's something I need to get." She wanted the nude pictures of Brenda in hand to really wow Suzanne with her clever scheme. She wasn't the scheming type, but she felt like this one time she'd even out-schemed Suzanne.

"What do you mean?!"

"You'll see. Probably later today. To give you a hint, it has to do with Brenda."

Suzanne was on edge. "What about Brenda?! Did you talk to her yesterday? Did you see her? Talk to me! Please!"

But Susan was mum. Suzanne tried to beg, cajole, and plead, but Susan wouldn't say any more.

Eventually, they went back to their morning exercises.

Once they were done, they discussed Susan's late night "tuck-in" some more. Susan had a happy memory of that, since she'd shared a loving moment with her son while resisting touching his cock - for the most part.

Suzanne was able to build off that. She didn't directly push Susan to help with more handjobs and blowjobs. Instead, they discussed how to further "sex things up" and give more visual stimulation. She pointed out that it would be easier for him to reach or even exceed his daily target if it was easier for his penis to get hard and stay hard.

Susan was heartily in favor of that goal. She salivated just thinking about it.

From there the conversation turned to fashion and what exactly to wear to inspire Alan. Suzanne was once again able to use her greater fashion experience to make concrete suggestions on how Susan should dress in a more boner-inducing manner. It was hard to believe that Susan had been screaming at Suzanne for playing with Alan by her pool just two days earlier, because now they were back to being the closest of friends.

After Suzanne went back home, Susan was left at loose ends for a while. Ron was at his office doing some last-minute things, and Alan and Katherine weren't due home for a couple of hours. Meanwhile, all their talk about inspiring Alan's erection and taking off and putting on sexy clothes had left Susan in a horny mood.

Under normal conditions she would have just gone to her bedroom or shower to masturbate. But on Tuesday, Suzanne had introduced her to the erotic story "Mom's Gotta Have Her Son's Big Cock," and Susan was eager to read it again. She took off her clothes, sat down in front of the computer in the den, and managed to climax several times as she read.

She loved the story so much that when she finished it she was tempted to read it again immediately. But she figured she did need to take care of some errands. Besides, she'd read it three times so far. She wondered if there were other stories like it that she could read, but she was **** to search the Internet herself, since she figured there were all kinds of "yucky" things out there. Instead she resolved to ask Suzanne for more stories as soon as she had a good chance.

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With Suzanne gone and her porn reading done for the time being, Susan stayed busy cleaning the house. She was vacuuming the living room when she got a call from Brenda.

After the usual pleasantries, Susan asked, "So how did the pictures turn out? When will you be coming by? I can't wait to see them."

Brenda's voice turned sad, which was an ominous sign. "That's what I'm calling about. I'm not so sure if I should bring them by later, or at all."

"What?! What are you talking about?!"

"I'm sorry, it's just... I'm having serious doubts about what we did last night. And not just that, but everything Alan-related that's happened in the last few days. I mean, Susan, I don't blame you, or Suzanne, or him. The problem is me! I've been acting like a crazy woman. All my wisdom and self-restraint have just flown out the window. I've been acting like a brainless idiot, letting my lust run wild and control me. It's got to stop!"

But that's the whole point and idea! Susan wanted to bellow into the phone. You're supposed to let your lust run wild and take control of you! However, she couldn't say that to Brenda, at least not yet. Instead, she complained, "Whatever ARE you talking about?! That's so untrue! You lacked wisdom before, not now. This is the smartest thing you've done in a long time. Think about it. You said you've been unhappy and dissatisfied for years and years. Haven't you been having the time of your life these last few days?"

"Yes, but... it's reckless, foolish fun. It's not sustainable. I'm setting myself up to get hurt. Susan, I'm not and can't be just another one of Alan's big-titted cheerleaders! I'm a mature woman with a teenage son. I have lots of prospects, lots of opportunities. I've been thinking about it since last night. Now that my divorce is imminent, the world is my oyster. I could go after any man I want. I could move to L.A. and pursue a famous Hollywood star, even, if that's what floats my boat. With my looks, don't you think I'd find success with that?"

"Well..." Susan couldn't deny it. "Maybe so. But what's fame? You've already made the mistake of going after the rich and powerful types - twice. Is that really what you want again?"

That hit home for Brenda. "Actually, no. But I'm just saying I could. I can do MUCH, MUCH better than a kid still in high school who's taken like eight times over already. Sheesh! I hardly even know him! He's just a symbol of my ideal man. He's not really real."

Susan said testily, "I can assure you he's very real!"

"For you, yes, but not for me. Our situations are very different. I really must have been temporarily insane these past few days. I mean, last night, I shamelessly posed for you while you took hundreds of pictures of my completely naked body, all for a BOY! A mere BOY! And I barely even know him! What was I THINKING?! UGH!"

Susan spoke calmly, from the heart. "I'll tell you what you were thinking. Don't you remember how GOOD it felt? That curious mixture of intense arousal and humiliation? That delicious feeling of being thoroughly dominated? He wasn't there, he didn't even know it was happening, but even still the mere thought of him was making you act like a shameless slut! One of HIS shameless sluts!"

There was a long pause. Then Brenda quietly whispered, "Fuuuuck!" Clearly, Susan's words were having an effect. "Um, pardon my language."

Emboldened, Susan continued, "Don't worry about it. Now, think about the night before, at the poker game. Didn't Alan show you that he's not just another guy? Don't you remember the private conversation you had with him?"

Brenda gasped in alarm, as if her darkest secret had been revealed. "No! Not that! Please don't mention that!"

"But I have to! Think about how he made you feel. Think about the things he said to you. It obviously affected you strongly. What did he say to you exactly, anyway?" Susan already knew some of what had been discussed, but she had to play ignorant.

"He... he... he told me about the kind of man I needed, in order to feel truly satisfied. It was HIM! He's that man! Then, then - and this is the worst - he told me all the things he'd do to me if I belonged to him! Sex things! Nasty, naughty, incredible things!"

"Like what?"

"Please, don't make me say them!"

"Brenda, it's important! It sounds like you're trying to make a decision here while ignoring certain facts."

Brenda was breathing heavily as she remembered. "Okay. Okay, already. Suffice to say... Oh, Gaawwwd! Basically, he'd have his total way with me! I'd have to serve his cock in every way possible! Treat him like lord and master! He'd fuck my mouth, my tits, my cunt - everything! Whatever he wanted, whenever he wants, because all I can do is obey!"

"And how does that make you feel?"

"Oh GOD! Please! Don't ask me that!"

"But I am."

"UNGH! HRRRNG! So, so GOOOOOD! I'm getting so HOOORNY, just thinking about it! And then, when I think about the way he looked at me, seeing right through me... tearing my clothes off... I'd do ANYTHING for him! ANYTHING! And I'd love it!"

Susan asked with genuine confusion, "He tore your clothes off? Sounds like fun! But I don't remember that at all!"

"Not literally, no. But he did with his eyes! I would have! I would have torn them off myself, if he'd just said the word!"

Hearing that, Susan lowered the boom. "And yet you're having doubts about all that? Brenda, what's wrong with you? What would you rather have happen to you? Would you rather find another steady, boring, safe husband like the last two and live a steady, boring, safe life? Let's say your new husband is handsome, sexy, well-hung, smart, rich, fun, and maybe even famous to boot. But he's not Alan. He doesn't know what you REALLY need and desire like Alan does. It's all VERY safe."

Brenda was silent, but she was listening intently.

"Or, if you're lucky, you could become one of Alan's many big-titted sluts. Life would be hard. Humiliation? Frequent. Nudity? Frequent too. **** and bobbing on his big fat cock would be your lot in life, often in front of others. You'd basically be one of his sex toys, constantly fighting for his attention over all his other gorgeous women. Frankly, you might not even see him that much, and when you did you'd generally be on your knees, sucking and feasting and bobbing on his thick cock-meat like your life depended on it! He'd cum on your face and then maybe even make you lick his cum off MY face! Like I said, it's a hard life. So which would you choose?"

A tormented Brenda whined, "Susan, please! Don't make me choose!"

"But you have to!"

There was a long pause. Brenda hadn't mentioned it to Susan, but she was sitting in front of her computer, looking at the photos Susan had taken of her the previous night. She was lingering over one of her favorites, where Susan had encouraged her to strike yet another provocative pose while pretending she was giving Alan a blowjob. So much damn talk about blowjobs. Would I even really enjoy giving one? I doubt it; I never have before. But then again, it's not about my pleasure; it's about HIS pleasure. Even if I don't enjoy it, I'd get a certain amount of satisfaction just from knowing that I'm the one that's doing it for him.

Dammit, listen to me! I sound like I've been brainwashed or something. But... when I look at this photo, and others like it... how can I not explore that side of life? It's calling for me... Such a powerful craving... I can't resist! It's time I finally do something purely selfish, for ME! To find out how truly great my pleasure can be!

She finally responded, "Well, if you put it like that, of course I'm going to pick Alan! It's hardly even a choice! That sounds too thrilling to be believed! But maybe Suzanne's right. Maybe there are other men out there like him, men who can make me feel like he does. There have to be! Right? I can use part of my ample resources to find them. I've been thinking: I can find someone like Alan, but even BETTER! Mainly, someone I don't have to share with a whole bunch of other women. I can have him all for myself!"

Susan said dourly, "You know it doesn't work like that."

"Why not?!"

"If there's another man out there with Alan-like sexual prowess and abilities, he's not going to have just one woman. Would you even respect him if he did?"

"Well..."

"Think about it. How could he dominate you properly? If you're his only lover, or even his wife, you can use all the manipulative tricks you used on your previous husbands: deny him sex if he doesn't do exactly what you want, pout and ignore him until he buys you gifts, and all that jazz."

Brenda realized that Susan was right. She didn't want to go back to a relationship like the marriage she was getting out of, even though she'd often gotten her way. She pointed out, "I could just avoid using those techniques."

"Sure, you say that now, but they're way too tempting. We all use whatever leverage we have to get what we want. That's basic human nature. Except in your case, what you think you want and what you REALLY want deep, deep down are two different things. Now that you've seen Alan and you know the lifestyle he represents, how can you settle for a man who's only capable of satisfying one woman? A gorgeous woman like you - don't you deserve the best of the best, a man who controls MANY other women who are just as impressive as you are?"

There was a long pause. Brenda thought, That does sound hot. Seriously hot! Now that I've found a man like Alan who really does control a de facto harem of women just as stunning as I am, how could I ever settle for an ordinary man?

Brenda continued to stare at the picture on her computer screen of herself giving a pretend blowjob. Even as we speak, Alan is probably getting his cock sucked by some buxom stunner. I want to be a part of that. How could I settle for less?! Finally, she said, "Damn. I shouldn't talk to you. It's dangerous! How can you say those things? It's like you know what I want better than I do!"

With surprising authority and confidence, Susan replied, "That's because I do. I'm realizing we're very similar in many ways. I haven't been living my new lifestyle for that long yet, but I've given it a lot of thought. I've done a great deal of soul searching while trying to tackle my moral issues. So it's easy: all I have to do is speak to you as if I were speaking to a doubtful me. If I could speak to the doubtful me of a few weeks ago, I'd say, 'Don't chicken out! It's great now, but it gets even better, much better! The things you now think are bad are actually good.' For instance, the sharing. That still rankles me a lot, but at the same time, sharing the whole experience with Suzanne is half the fun!"

There was another long pause before Brenda said, "Boy, you've given me a lot to think about. But I don't know. I just don't know. For one thing, even if I want Alan, will he want me? You told me yesterday that it's a long shot at best."

"Yes, that's true. I'm not going to sugar-coat it for you. But you don't strike me as a quitter. If you don't at least try, then you'll always be asking yourself: 'What if?' 'What might have been?'"

Brenda sighed. "Damn. You oughta get into sales. You're pretty damn persuasive."

"Only for what I believe in passionately. I've recently woken from my long slumber and discovered the joy of living. I want to see the same thing happen to you."

"I want that too! But it seems such a strange way to go. Is this really the way forward? Why do I have these strange feelings, these strange desires? Why can't I be normal, and just be happy with a normal guy? Susan, I'm going to need to think this over for a while. The pictures will have to wait until I get my head on straight."

"Fair enough. Take all the time you need. But I'm curious: how did the pictures turn out? Do they look good?"

Brenda brightened. She smiled wickedly as she clicked forward through more of the photos on her screen. "They look great! Soooo sexy and naughty! I know you're not exactly a professional photographer, but with these pictures it sure seems like you are." Her tone turned glum. "But that's part of the problem too."

"What do you mean?"

Brenda remained fully clothed, but she was so hot and bothered that she pinched her nipples through her clothes. "I mean, when I look at myself in those pictures, I can see the fire in my eyes. The lust, the burning lust! I think about how I felt when the picture was taken, and I get all horny again!"

Susan chuckled. "How is that a bad thing?"

Brenda chuckled a little bit too. "Okay, maybe it's not totally bad. But still. Looking at my future, each option is scarier than the next. I'm almost more afraid of success than failure! For instance, what if I jump through all these hoops and get Alan to want me, and then I find his lifestyle isn't all it's cracked up to be? What if I don't even like giving a blowjob that much?"

Susan was full of confidence. "Trust me, you don't have to worry about THAT! It's so much more than what happens with your mouth. Kneeling in front of your man while he stands towering over you, knowing that he has total control and you have none, feeling the thrill of serving a superior kind of man - I could go on all day!"

Brenda grunted. She clicked back to the photo of her giving a pretend blowjob. She'd been standing up, but now she was very regretful that there wasn't one of her doing it kneeling. "I have to admit that sounds pretty damn good. But that's another problem: what if I love it too much? What if I become obsessed and lose myself entirely to my sexual passion? It feels like I've gotta thread the needle very carefully. My feelings about this are very strong, which means the stakes are sky-high. So many things can go wrong, in every direction!"

Susan replied, "I feel for you. You're taking a big leap into the unknown. Like I said, I won't try to sugar-coat it for you. But remember that I took a big leap into the unknown too, and now I'm living the dream!"

Brenda sighed. "Thanks for talking to me. I envy you so much. You've given me a lot to think about. I'll call you back soon, okay? Maybe tomorrow. I should sleep on this, at the very least."

The call ended shortly thereafter. Brenda had been largely holding back from pleasuring herself during the phone call, but once it was over she immediately gave in and masturbated to another climax while again perusing the nude photos of herself. She made up sexy, submissive fantasy stories for each one to accompany her self-pleasuring.

Susan was frustrated that she wouldn't be able to reveal her photo-session surprise to Suzanne or Alan just yet, but she was confident that Brenda would come around soon enough.

She knew that she was supposed to be helping Alan seduce Brenda, but during that phone call she hadn't needed to use any hype because she'd meant every word. When considering Brenda, she merely had to look at herself. She realized that she'd crossed the point of no return into her new lifestyle weeks earlier, even before that fateful Tuesday two weeks ago. She had a good feeling that Brenda had crossed her own point of no return as well, even if Brenda didn't fully realize that yet.

CHAPTER 3

When school ended, Alan came home and went straight to bed. He was exhausted after a long school week.

After he woke up, he looked at the clock and saw there was still another forty minutes before they had to leave for the airport to see Ron off. He went to the bathroom across the hall for only a minute or two. When he returned to his room, he found Suzanne lying on his bed, wearing nothing but pantyhose.

Not many days before, such a sight would have nearly given him a real heart attack from shock and excitement, but now, although he still loved it, he could handle it a lot better. "Hi, Aunt Suzy," he said casually. "To what do I owe the honor of your visit?" He made sure to lock the door behind him.

"To whom, not what. You can thank your mother, Sweetie. We don't want you to be all stressed out for the trip to the airport, do we? You know I have to get her permission for anything I do with you these days. Luckily, I was able to explain to her just how traumatic and dangerous it would be for you to make the trip with your balls full of all that nasty cum."

Her voice was sarcastic, as if she could scarcely believe the rationale she'd used on Susan. "She gave me permission to suck your dick, but said I had to be wearing something, at least below the waist."

She looked down at herself and smiled a naughty smile. "Technically speaking, these pantyhose do cover me from the waist down."

Without any further ado, Alan straddled her. Such encounters might no longer frighten him, but they got him hard as instantly as ever before. His heart also inevitably pounded harder because he knew he was about to embark on another wild ride. "Did she say anything about what I was allowed to wear?"

"No, but I assume she doesn't want you totally naked either. So keep a sock on." She pulled his shorts off while he pulled his T-shirt over his head.

He joked, "Just to be on the safe side, I'm going to keep both socks on. That way, in case something goes wrong with one sock, we have the other as a backup."

She joked back, "That's the kind of Boy Scout ingenuity I expect from you."

"Did she say anything about me playing and sucking on your tits?"

She thought to herself, It's always the tits with him. But that's what teenage boys like. I can't wait until pussies are no longer off limits and he starts thinking about mine, but until then why not let him have a little fun?

"No, but I think that's supposed to be against the rules in general, and I'm still in her doghouse for getting busted with you the other day. However, I don't recall the rules saying anything about what to do if your dick accidentally brushed up against my boobs."

In a flash, he positioned himself above her tummy (without putting his weight on her).

She grabbed his erection and pulled it to her twin globes. He let her control his body as she ran his stiffness all over her massive pale orbs. She used it to trace their outlines, then pressed it up against each nipple in turn. Before long, his boner ended up buried in her cleavage.

"Oh dear," she said, as she spat into her chest to provide some lubrication. "I believe we're starting a titfuck. You know, I don't think Susan has ever given much thought to titfucking, so her boundaries don't say anything about that."

Even as she said this, Suzanne stopped guiding his dick, instead using her hands to press her breasts together. He got the hint and began pistoning his dick in her cleavage. She added, "You should correct that, by the way."

"What?" He was enjoying the titfuck so much that he was barely paying attention.

"She doesn't seem to get what she's missing by not giving you titfucks, even though I've mentioned them to her from time to time. Your dick belongs in her cleavage, don't you think? It's a match made in heaven, given how sensitive her breasts are."

"That's true," he said in a pretend sober and seemingly concerned tone while stroking gleefully. "But there's another pair of equally incredible tits even closer that I'd love to fuck. They're somewhere around here..." He looked around the room with deliberate cluelessness, making sure to never look down.

She leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock to get his attention, and also because she loved doing that. "Hello...? Down here."

He grinned, but still pretended to ignore Suzanne from her neck down and to be unaware of the on-going titfuck. "Akami said that my homework assignment was to practice titfucking as much as possible. Isn't it important that we follow her instructions? Perhaps we should exploit that loophole in Mom's rules."

She joked, "I gather you've gotten pretty good at exploiting women's holes already."

"Well, I wouldn't say that," he replied with honest modesty. "Most holes are still off limits. It's just that great things keep falling in my lap, around my dick."

She joked some more, "That's funny you mention that, 'cos great things keep falling into my cleavage."

By this time he had hit a good rhythm plowing in and out of her tit-vagina, enjoying it so much that the conversation simply came to an end.

Suzanne, too, was happy just to lay back and enjoy it. She hoped that their titfuck would become a regular part of their future play.

He marveled at the feel of his rod sliding between the sexy redhead's boobs. Wow, getting to fuck Aunt Suzy's boobs is beyond great. Her tits are divine. So pillowy! She's soooo soft up top. She's softer than Mom, even.

Aunt Suzy is squeezy, but she's not at all fat. Kind of like Aims, I guess. It must run in the family. God, just imagine fucking both of them at once! That would be way cool. I'd be in the middle of a Pestridge pillow sandwich. So soft! So squeezable! So sexy and feminine! Dang!

Suzanne meanwhile thought, I'm enjoying this far too much! He's just a kid, but he's such a natural at everything sexual. Somehow I must have known he had this potential or I wouldn't have picked six times a day; I would have settled for four or maybe five. Or maybe I'm just greedy and can't get enough of him! Probably the latter, hee-hee. It's like his dick was created just to be sliding between my breasts... or somewhere else! So fucking good! And he's so in charge, so casual. The shrinking violet, virgin Alan is long gone.

Imagine if he were stuffing my cunt like he should be doing every day! Oh yeah! Now there's a thought! ... Keep it cool, Suzanne. You have to remain the one in control if you're gonna pull this off. Don't let him get to you too much!

As time went on, Suzanne's long tongue got more involved. She liked to challenge herself, to see just how far she could reach and lick, even while titfucking. Although her tongue was extra long, she couldn't reach all the way down to his sweet spot, which frustrated her to no end because she was just the teensiest fraction of an inch too short.

She suggested they try some different positions to see if that could help her reach her target, but it seemed that no matter what position they tried, his sweet spot remained just out of reach.

Still, Alan loved it. "Aunt Suzy, this is so cool! It's like a blowjob and titfuck in one! And you're lapping my cockhead so thoroughly that it's absolutely INSANE! Does it get any better than that?" She was too busy tending his cock to reply, so he added, "What if we try a sixty-nine? Wouldn't that be even better?"

She was still too busy to reply but she made some discouraging noises as she licked.

"Awww. Bummer. Look, this isn't fair. You're a total goddess and you're slobbering all over my dick like it's the most delicious dessert, and titfucking me at the same time! I don't deserve this. At least let me reciprocate. We'll have more fun that way too."

She gave him a discouraging look that made her position clear. She didn't want to be interrupted, and she felt she'd made her point sufficiently clear in the past.

He knew her position, but he was hoping he could get her to bend. He was frustrated that her pussy remained totally off limits. Nevertheless, he could hardly complain, given what she was doing to him with such skill and enthusiasm.

Finally, when she sensed he was getting too close to cumming, she said, "I've made a decision. I think it's important that we obey Susan's rules, at least for today. Not just the letter of the law, but the spirit of it, too. I think titfucking is wrong, don't you?" She winked at him.

"Oh yes. Very wrong." He winked back. He didn't know where she was going with this, but he knew that when it came to Suzanne, her schemes were always lots of fun.

"So instead of titfucking, why don't you put your dick in my mouth?"

That was what he was going to do at that point anyway, especially since his cockhead was already right there, positioned to do just that.

She continued to slide her breasts up and down as she nibbled and licked the tip of his erection. Slowly but surely, she took more and more into her mouth until she'd engulfed his entire cockhead. As she saw and felt the signs that his climax was imminent, she gave up on the titfucking altogether and took him deeper into her mouth so she could bob directly over his sweet spot.

That pushed him over the edge. He stifled an ecstatic yell, closed his eyes, and threw his head back as he started to squirt.

She eagerly guzzled his seed.

After taking a few ropes straight down her throat, she thought, Fuck! This is like putting a garden hose to my mouth! This is no two tablespoons, or whatever they say the average is. It's gotta be double that, at least. And it tastes so good!

More seconds passed, and still more cum pulsed into her mouth. This is unreal. When will his orgasm end? He's like a cum Coke machine!

When they were done, she continued to lick his flaccid penis under the premise of cleaning it off. In fact, she just couldn't get enough of his cum, since she felt that she'd been denied it too much in recent days.

She thought, What's wrong with me? It's strange enough that I've fallen in love with a teenager. Stranger still that I'm not that jealous when he's doing someone else. Hell, if it had been one of these yuppie types I used to run around with, I would have cut their balls off if they were cheating on ME, even while I was cheating on their wives and my husband. Now I'm the one setting him up with a harem, more or less. But what's stranger still is that each time I take another of his loads, it's like I become wedded even closer to him.

"Wedded." What a strange thought. He's just half my age, just a kid, but I feel like I want to be his wife! I love the horny bugger more than words can say. It's a good thing I have the self control to drive those thoughts away. I mean, talk about impossible. For one thing, I'm still legally a married woman. Even though I could easily make it on my own financially, I do have to think of my children; I want to keep the pretense of a happy marriage going until they graduate from high school. So here I am, licking Sweetie's dick clean and dreaming impossible dreams. Good God.

As they rested, he noted, "Aunt Suzy, that was amazing, that thing you did."

"Which one?" As usual, she'd used a lot of little tricks here and there.

"The way you licked my cock even while we titfucked. It was like a blowjob AND titfuck at the same time!"

"Oh, is that all? That's easy. Not everyone can do that, but I'm sure you'll find a lot of your women can."

She immediately thought, "Your women?" Where did that thought come from? The plan is, he's gonna be mine. Yeah, I'll share him with Susan and Angel, but I'm the one who's ultimately going to be running things. I shouldn't give him big ideas with this "your women" nonsense.

They continued to rest, with her face almost in his crotch. Every now and then she'd lick his flaccid prick, just to tantalize him and because it was right there.

He loved it. To think that I'm in bed with the incredible Suzanne Pestridge! She's like a fuckin' supermodel centerfold porn star, and we're hanging out in the nude and she's lazily playing with my cock. Who would believe it? Hell, I've always tried damn hard not to even think about her in a sexual way, partly because I assumed that she was way, way, WAY out of my league. But here we are. Sweetness!

Eventually, he looked at his clock. He still had five minutes to go before he had to leave for the airport with his family.

Suzanne also noted the time, pulled her head from his crotch, and asked, "Are you going to have time to shower and get this room cleaned up somewhat?"

As he put on some clothing, he replied, "Nope. I'll just have to go to the airport reeking of the smell of cum. That might make things a bit more interesting, don't you think?" Against all his good upbringing, he couldn't help but rub in the fact that he'd stolen Susan from her husband. He was pretty sure that Ron wouldn't figure it out, but that secret knowledge would give him a thrill.

"Oh, come on. You don't really mean that. That's not the considerate Sweetie I know. What did Ron ever do to you to deserve that?"

"Well, not being there for pretty much my entire teenage years, for one. But you're right. That's mean. I'll take a quick shower."

"Good. And you should do something about this room; it smells like a cum bath. Don't you open your windows anymore?"

"Nah. Not in the past couple of days. I'm thinking that if the room smells of sex, that'll help get Mom more excited. Not to mention you and Sis. Now that Ron is leaving, I want it to smell even more like cum."

Suzanne couldn't help but grin as she inhaled deeply. "I have to admit that it's working. When I walked in here and inhaled I started to get all excited. God, no woman can hope to resist. I wonder what would happen if you took a complete stranger in here and had her bask in this smell. Would she be able to resist you? It's just not fair that you make your room smell like this; it's stacking the deck."

"You know what's not fair?" he responded. "Hearing you talk. You have the sexiest voice. It's so sultry and gravelly and sexy. Those Jessica Rabbit comparisons people always make of you are so true. I don't even have to see you; just hearing your scratchy but oh-so-sexy voice drives me over the edge. You're completely irresistible. You're stacking the deck, not to mention just plain stacked."

She laughed. "Okay. Next time we'll do this with your eyes and ears closed and my nose plugged. Then we'll be even."

He needed to rush to take his shower, so he put on just enough clothes to get to the bathroom and back.

Suzanne was putting her own clothes back on, but at a slower pace.

He hurried to the door, looked back at her and said, "Love you." It wasn't the first time he'd ever said those words to her directly, but the way he said it seemed different than before. He'd meant to say it in passing, like saying "See ya," but instead his voice caught and he almost choked up. That left him blushing as he hurried off to the shower.

Suzanne felt her breath catch in excitement. He loves me! He really does love me! She skipped around the room like an excited child. Take THAT, Susan! she thought, because she was still feeling a little jealous of the loving things that Susan had told her Alan had told her the night before.

Suzanne's euphoria didn't last long, because she wrestled with her feelings and then suppressed them. There you go again, girl. He's just a fuckin' kid. I am NOT about to marry him. I'm not gonna go there, not even in my mind. Even though I might be able to wheedle him into marriage with all my tricks and schemes, that's one thing I would never **** him into doing. That has to come from the heart. Besides, it wouldn't be right to marry someone twenty years younger. Don't even think about it! We've just got a great sexual thing going on. Too bad that's all it may ever be.