The Bitch is Back: Part 3

Chapter 7

On days that held particular sexual promise, like Tuesdays, Alan often was dying of anticipation to hurry home. On other days he was simply deeply content, and that's how he felt on this day until the time drew near to leave for home. His sexual fun with Glory had taken the edge off, and he wasn't bothered by unwanted boners for a while.

He had to play another couple hours of his tennis round robin tournament, after which he really wanted to hurry home. He knew his mother was waiting with her eager hands and warm mouth. He was so keen on getting home that he tore through his opponents and won all three matches, finishing before anyone else, less than an hour after school had finished.

By the time Alan got home, Susan's clit was sore and her hands were exhausted from a great deal of masturbation. She'd kept going even after she took her bath (and during it as well!). But she hoped all that sexual activity was just a prelude for an afternoon filled with hours of cocksucking. She felt like she had on the first Tuesday she'd sucked and stroked Alan: she barely had any restraints on her behavior, and she loved it. She hoped he would have the self-control needed for both of them, so she wouldn't end up getting literally royally fucked.

She was so excited anticipating his arrival that she waited on a living room sofa near the front entrance, so she'd be able to greet him as he came through the front door. Even though Alan came home earlier than expected because of his quick tennis games, she was already there ready and waiting.

She was dressed in a robe, sitting seductively, posing for him while ostentatiously playing with her long brown hair. "How was your day at school, Tiger?" She said that just like any other mother welcoming a teenage son home, except that she opened her robe to expose her enormous boobs as she said it. She had her legs crossed, but 'casually' kicked up a foot to show off her red high heels.

Alan's eyes went back and forth between her breasts and her stunning face. Oh, MAN! This is what I've been waiting for all day long. My dick has been rock hard all the way home, just thinking about what she'd be wearing or not wearing. But now that it's happening, I'm too exhausted from all that tennis to enjoy it.

No, wait, scratch that. How can I say 'No' to my centerfold mom?!

He replied, "It's been a very interesting day, a great day, especially before I went to school." He dropped his shorts, letting his stiff rod spring straight out. "You wouldn't believe it, but this totally hot woman sucked me off before breakfast. It was like she was some kind of cock-hungry alarm clock."

She smiled from ear to ear upon hearing that. "That woman wouldn't by any chance have been your endlessly horny mother, would it?"

She stood up, letting her robe slide completely off her body. Then she dropped to her knees before him. She felt a shiver run down her spine. God, I just love the act of falling to my knees before my son's cock! It's the BEST! I swear, I could cum just from the act of kneeling while wearing nothing but heels, knowing that I'm about to have Tiger's thick meat sliding between my lips!

Seeing what was happening, he shrugged out of his backpack and sat on an adjacent sofa.

Scooting up, she wrapped her hands around his stiff shaft and brought her mouth to it.

Finally, he answered her question. "Why, as a matter of fact, it was."

"I don't know what's with that woman," she said, smiling. "She's just crazy for your cock." She let his boner sink deep into her mouth. Her tongue circled and circled around it as if she were tracing the striped pattern on a candy cane.

He thought, Man oh man! I don't care how tired I am; I'm never too tired for this! Besides, this is a good way to relax. I can just kick back on this comfy sofa with my eyes closed and enjoy.

The only problem with his plan to relax and enjoy was that she was too thrilling and arousing. She'd already become pretty proficient, but she was continuing to improve her cocksucking skills every day. That day had been particularly productive. Her shopping trip hadn't been all pedestrian; she'd bought some books on how to better pleasure a man, and she'd read the chapters on blowjobs right after she came home. She immediately put some of what she'd just learned to use.

Before Alan had left for school, she'd told him she would buy kneepads. At the time it had just been something to say to excite him. But since then she was thinking that she really should buy some kneepads. She didn't know if she'd ever use them, as the house had plush carpeting almost everywhere; she mostly just liked the idea that she was such a committed personal cocksucker that she needed them. Besides, they would come in handy on the hard concrete out by the pool. Her only obstacle was that she would need to go to a sporting goods store to buy them, and she didn't frequent that kind of store very often.

She played with his balls with skill and purpose, thanks to what she'd just read in her newly purchased books. She remembered to stick a well-lubricated finger in his anus as well, like he'd done to her recently. She'd done it to him previously too, but she hadn't really known what she was doing. Thanks to her reading, she now knew how to locate his prostate gland and how best to stimulate it.

He'd slumped down so low on the sofa that his ass was hanging over the edge, providing a perfect target for her lubed finger. OH, FUCK ME! he shouted in his mind when he felt her finger slide in his ass and find his prostrate. His eyes opened wide and his entire body tingled with excitement. His plans to just enjoy a long, relaxing cocksucking were shot. He suddenly had to squeeze his PC muscle to delay climax, but he knew it would be a short, losing battle, what with her anal fingering and her surprisingly talented blowjob.

She rubbed her other hand all over herself as she blew him, often fingering her clit. She did that as much as she thought she could get away with without him noticing, since she still half-clung to the fiction that she was in control of her desires and was doing this just for his benefit. At first there were just a few light, 'accidental' passes against her pussy lips and clit with her hand, but before long she threw caution to the wind and rubbed herself openly.

He panted desperately, "Man! Shit! Gotta ... strategic break!"

But she didn't want him to take a break; she wanted him to cum, and fast. She was ready to use every trick she knew to get the big mouthful of his seed that she'd been craving for hours.

But this climax ended differently than previous ones. She'd made a habit of having him cum directly in her mouth. It didn't always work out that way, but that usually was her intention. For one thing, she considered it the "least naughty" option, and for another, she loved the taste of his cum and couldn't get enough. But Suzanne had been hyping pearl necklaces and facials so much that her attitude was changing. This time, after smearing his cum all over her chest and face in the morning, she wanted him to cum there directly.

It so happened that she'd been fondling his balls when she felt them tighten and pull up. She immediately removed his boner from her mouth and held the tip about two inches from her face.

She loved it when his first rope of cum blasted right at her nose, but the blast proved to be too forceful, so she pulled back a few inches, then aimed his pole here and there around her face. With her mouth stretched wide open, some went straight into her mouth, but not that much. Cum streaked her cheeks, forehead, nose, chin, and especially her glasses.

But he still wasn't done, so she aimed his still-pulsing cock at her huge tits, then suddenly instructed him, "Hold them together!"

He used both his hands to press her big melons tightly together, turning her cleavage into a thin straight line.

Then she aimed his cock right at the middle of her rack, so as he continued to spurt, some of the rivulets of cum slid down her steep slopes, going far into her cleavage.

She looked down at herself when he finally ran dry. THIS is the way to go! Wow! I love it! I thought cocksucking was great before, but this takes it to an even higher level! I feel so MARKED! So OWNED! I feel even more like I'm being TAMED by his big, powerful cock than even before!

I dare say, this is how a tit **** should look and behave. Oooh! "Tit ****." I love the sounds of that. It gives me chills! Wait until I tell Suzanne about this! She's so right. This is the greatest!

She said to him when they were done, "I hope you enjoyed that, because you're going to need to get used to it. I plan to feast on your cock every day! God help me! If I'm going to Hell, I might as well enjoy the way down. I want you to BLAST your cum all over my face and tits every day too!"

He had a strong desire to kiss her on the lips in response, but he wasn't too keen on kissing his own cum, which was all over her lips and mouth. Even hugging her could be a bit dicey, given how sticky and drenched her big tits were. So instead he said, "I love you, Mom. You're the best mother any kid could ever have. How can you say you're gonna go to Hell for doing this, when it's what the nurse and the doctor prescribed? Don't judge yourself so harshly."

She sighed. "I don't know if it's harsh, but I just can't take it anymore. I've been trying to hide my desire and show restraint." She added sarcastically, "You can see what a great job I've been doing with that these last couple of days ... But I've been getting so horny just waiting for you to come home, I can't help myself! Especially on Tuesdays!"

She continued more urgently, "I won't play any more games. I'm not just helping you; I NEED your cock. Every day! Angel is right: I'm hopelessly addicted! You have needs, medical needs, but I have needs too. Life is just better with the taste of your cock in my mouth. I need to suck your cock. Please let me have it. Give it to me again right now!" As she finished saying this, she drew near him and made a ****, begging face.

"Okay, Mom," he replied, more than a little overwhelmed by the intensity of her emotions. "Sure. I'd love that. I need a little time to get it back up again, though. But are you open to taking things a little farther? For instance, I'd love to finger your pussy, and I'll bet you'd love that too."

"Alan Plummer!" she admonished him, scowling. "I'm your mother! Don't even think such improper thoughts!"

He privately rolled his eyes at the contradictions in her logic, but was nonetheless happy overall by how things were progressing. If she wanted to do nothing but suck his dick all the time, he was willing and happy to go along with that, at least for a while, until he could successfully push for more.

Sensing they were done, he started to get up. But she said, "Wait, where do you think you're going?"

"Sorry, but I'm dead tired. You know about my tennis tournament. I'm gonna take a big nap."

"Fine, but you can't go yet. I haven't even started to clean your privates." She buried her face in his crotch and got busy licking his penis and balls clean.

He chuckled to himself. Man! What can I say to that?

Chapter 8

Alan took his much needed nap once the "cleaning" was done. He was exhausted from two days of extra tennis, not to mention all his sexual activity, so he figured he would sleep a long time.

But while he was sleeping, the front doorbell rang and Susan went to see who it was. Guests were so rare and unexpected lately that she had to change quickly from her robe into some more respectable clothes grabbed from the underwear cabinet.

Susan opened the door and saw Heather standing there. They'd never spoken to each other before, but Susan knew of her and recognized her, particularly now that Katherine and Amy were part of the cheerleaders that she led. Susan had heard a lot of unfavorable gossip about Heather, but still knew nothing of her recent sexual antics with Alan or anything about body-painting "panties" on the cheerleaders.

She was momentarily shocked at the way Heather was dressed: tight short shorts and a white top so small that it was left to the bra underneath to cover up some of her ample boobs. But then Susan remembered hearing that this was how Heather always dressed. The head cheerleader was locally famous for her looks and the way she flaunted them.

"Hi, Mrs. Plummer," the young bombshell said. "Is Alan at home? We have plans to study together this afternoon." Recalling her last beach encounter with him, she added as a private joke to herself, "It's a cram session."

"Oh," Susan said, chagrined. Having a guest over meant everyone had to behave completely normally until that person left, and she wasn't happy about that - especially on a Tuesday. But she did her best to hide her dismay. In a happier voice, she went on, "Oh hi, Heather. He's here, but I'm afraid that he's taking a nap."

Heather looked at her watch. "This is the time we're supposed to start studying. It's for a class project; it's really important stuff. I'd better go and check if he's up yet. I'm sure he set his alarm or something, 'cos he knew I'd be coming at this time."

Susan looked at her dumbly when what Heather was saying sank in. "Study? You two are going to study? TODAY?!"

Heather looked at her a bit puzzled. "Uh, yea-ah. Is there a problem with that?"

Susan felt crushed. Oh, poo! How can I suck my Tiger's big fat member when SHE'S here? Doesn't he know it's Tuesday? Doesn't he want to play with me all afternoon? I know he has to take his nap, but I thought I could suck his cock for an hour or two after that.

On the other hand, maybe he's trying to be responsible. He does have to study, even on Tuesdays. And he said this is a tough week. Maybe he has some stuff due tomorrow. I wish he would have told me, though.

She suppressed a heavy sigh and put a smile on her face. "Oh. Okay. Come on in. Would you like something to drink or eat?" She led Heather into the interior of the house.

"No thanks. I want to make the most of our study time together. I'll just go check on him now, if that's okay."

"Sure thing. Up the stairs, turn left, first door on the right."

"Thanks! By the way, nice house." Heather hadn't known that Alan lived in what was almost a mansion, with a big pool in the backyard, because he'd always dressed modestly and, for reasons Heather couldn't understand, neither he nor Katherine had their own cars or cell phones.

As Heather walked away, wiggling her tightly clad ass, Susan fretted. Oh dear. How can I compete with that young bit of fluff?

Susan, in her modesty, didn't realize that she was even more attractive than Heather. I hope Tiger doesn't spend his Tuesday afternoon lusting after that girl instead of me. With the way she's dressed, he's bound to get a hard-on, and then there won't be anyone available to help him out! Oh no! He might have to go for hours as hard as a steel bar while they are trying to do homework together, and there's nothing I can do about it. Poor dear!

Heather had recently peppered Katherine and Kim with questions about Alan, enabling her to gradually figure out details of his life, such as the fact that he took a nap almost every afternoon. (Getting more energy so he wouldn't have to take such naps was the supposed purpose of his unusual medical treatments, but there hadn't been any apparent impact on his nap habit so far.) Heather had timed her visit to catch him in bed, and she did.

She walked into Alan's room without knocking and found him still dozing. Of course they hadn't planned a study session, as Heather never studied; that was just an excuse to get past his mother. She carefully pulled back his covers without waking him, and saw to her delight that he was sleeping naked. Better yet, his dick was fully erect.

Confident that he'd love what she was planning on doing, she removed her top and bra. Then she got between his legs and began stroking his boner. Within a minute or so, the stimulation provided by her hands caused him to wake.

"Who? ... What?..." He looked up. "HEATHER?!" He was so surprised to see her there that he practically screamed her name at the top of his lungs.

"Shhhh," she said. "We're supposed to be studying together."

"Heather! Oh my God! You can't be here. This isn't happening!"

"I am, and it is." She giggled. "What's the problem? You don't like being woken this way? Any other guy in school would kill to have me do this to them, but today I picked you. So enjoy it." She went back to stroking his rod.

He couldn't help his first thought: Wow! Woken up by a sex act twice in one day. And by my mother and the head cheerleader! Oh my God, and she's nearly naked!

But even as he began to feel exquisite pleasures through his prick, he started to think of all the reasons why Heather being there was a bad idea. We could get caught. I'll bet the door isn't locked. Anyone could come in. Or someone could overhear. Chances are someone WILL come in within the next hour. Perhaps Aunt Suzy will come by, if only to check on my orgasm chart. Shit! What if I'd said Aunt Suzy's name, or even worse, my mother's or sister's name, before I saw it was Heather?

My God, the possibilities for Heather finding out that I'm making it with my family are almost limitless! For instance, what if she'd come to the house an hour earlier, while Mom was giving me that blowjob? It's total luck that I aired out this room somewhat, because the whole place smelled like an ocean of cum. Oh my God! She could even look at the orgasm chart on the back of my door! We just can't have strangers in this house. I've got to get her out, and fast!

Heather suddenly stopping jacking his dick and stood up next to the bed. "Don't worry; I didn't come here to give you a handjob."

"You didn't?" he asked, suddenly disappointed that she'd stopped, even though he'd just been trying to figure out how to get her to stop.

"Of course not. Not when I can have you fuck me instead." As she said this, she squeezed out of her tight shorts, revealing that she wore nothing underneath.

But even as he watched her get completely naked, a new sense of fear washed through him. He said in a soft but determined voice, "No! We can't do that! You shouldn't have come here uninvited. It's a bad idea - a really bad idea. I'm sorry, but you have to go."

He wondered how he could create a distraction and take the orgasm chart down before she noticed it. It was clearly labeled: "My Daily Orgasms". He was afraid to even glance toward it for fear his gaze would draw it to her attention.

She put her hands on her bare hips and said testily, "Alan, just what the hell is wrong with you? The most beautiful girl in school is standing here practically begging you to fuck her, and you just say 'No thanks. Get lost'? You're really starting to bug me. I thought we had a really good time at my house after Baskin-Robbins, and I expected you to come back for more. But it's been, like, a week, and you haven't. I feel gypped after meeting you at the beach over the weekend and not being able to do it again. I KNOW you wanted to do me then. We're long overdue for another fucking. I came here 'cos I wanted to give you a good, long fuck. But this is the response I get? Are you gay or something? Do nerds not like fucking real girls? Seriously!"

Alan remembered Suzanne's advice to play hard-to-get with Heather. But he also knew he couldn't have Heather turn against him. She was difficult enough to deal with when she was happy; he hated to imagine how awful she would be if she were vengeful. "No, Heather, it's not like that. You're one of the most beautiful girls in school and, God, I'd love to fuck you. But I have to be really careful. I'm willing to fuck. Let's do it, but somewhere else. We can go to your house right now. But no way can we do it here. My room is like Grand Central Station. People come and go all the time without knocking. I can't afford to get caught!"

She felt slightly better about that, but still asked, "So then why haven't you come to my house then? I told you, you could come in the back window any time, day or night."

He couldn't tell her the main reasons: that she really scared him with all her power games and her love of risk, and that the other women in his life were keeping him so constantly satisfied that he had no need of her. But he could tell her a less important and still honest reason. "Can't you see I'm chicken when it comes to getting caught? You said your dad was like a body builder and would crush me if he saw me."

"Did I say that?" She smiled, delighted.

It seemed to Alan that she relished the memory of scaring him.

"Oh yeah, I guess I did. Well, he's a big, strong guy, a former Marine officer. I'm disappointed in you. What's life without a little risk? Besides, I live a charmed life; I never get caught at anything. I'm sure we can fuck right now, since I'm already here, and it will be just fine. Relax." She made a move to crawl back onto his bed, but he got in the way.

"No. Really! You may live a charmed life, but I don't." Even as he said this, it occurred to him how wrong that assessment was. Actually, I've probably got the luckiest, most charmed life on the planet, at least for these last few weeks. But that's beside the point. Heather could still ruin everything. My luck can't last forever.

Knowing that she wasn't going to leave unsatisfied, he suggested, "Let's go to some remote park or some place like that, and do it there. No way can we do it here; it's far too dangerous!"

His saying "too dangerous" turned out to be a big mistake: it was like throwing a juicy T-bone steak in front of a hungry dog. She practically clapped her hands together in glee. "Alan, we're gonna do it here, and that's final. We can be very quiet and put a chair in front of the door or something."

She got up and moved a chair to block the door.

He used those precious seconds to put on some clothes and sit on a chair away from the bed. He breathed a huge sigh of relief that she was so busy looking at fitting the chair under the door handle that she missed examining the orgasm chart just a foot or so higher on the door.

When she turned around and saw him just sitting there, clothed, she was disappointed and frustrated. But having a guy actually not show interest was so rare that it only turned her on even more. "Damn you! What do I have to do already to get you to fuck me?" she pouted.

"There's nothing you can say or do. Sorry. Somewhere else, okay; I'd love that. But not here, and especially not now. I mean it." He crossed him arms and looked away from her defiantly.

Heather turned on her most sultry voice. "Alan! You can't say no," she moaned softly, as if she were at the heights of orgasm. "You see, I have this problem." She got down on the floor right below his chair and spread her legs wide.

"Look Alan. I have an itch. It's a very nasty itch."

He couldn't help but turn and look at her toned and deeply tanned nude body.

She purred, "Do you know where my itch is? Do you know where I'm feeling so nasty? It's in my pussy. My pussy is on fire! It itches like poison ivy. It's sooooooo bad. It needs you to put it out."

Her legs began twitching and she started to writhe on the floor, as if she wasn't in control of her body but the itch had taken control.

He wanted to turn away again, but he stared, completely transfixed.

She moaned sexily, "There's only one thing that can satisfy it. It has to be something hard. And long. And thick. And hot. And meaty! To reach my itch, deep, deep inside my cunt. Only you can reach it, Alan! Only your incredible cock. So hard and long. It's the biggest and the best. You're the best fucker I've ever had! You have to help me. Please, I'm begging you! Fuck me. Otherwise I'm going to die! This itch is killing me! Scratch it, in and out, in and out, in and out, with your big dick! Fuck me now, please!"

She kicked her legs up in the air, then pulled them back over her head and presented her slit to Alan in the ultimate position of supplication.

He thought, My God, man! This is Heather, supposedly the most desirable girl in school! She's stretching out her sexy, naked body on my floor, begging me to fuck her! And I can't! I can't! Forget playing hard to get; I've done enough of that for now. I'm soooo ready to fuck the living shit out of her! It's just that I've gotta get her out of the house, and fast!

She stopped moaning and writhing long enough to steal a glance at him and see if her performance was working. One look at his crotch left no doubt that his dick was straining for relief, but still he sat immobile in his chair.

"Alan!" she said in a far less sexy voice, now with incredible exasperation. "This is a grade-A performance here! That would have made the dick on a marble statue erupt, for crying out loud. What do I have to do? Don't you want to fuck me already?!"

It was all he could do not to just jump up and take her. He could feel his resolve slipping rapidly. Suzanne's recent words of advice about Heather came back to him: "If she wants to fuck you again, she will. If she goes all out to tempt you, you won't be able to resist." Man, that is so true! I'm a goner. But still, she doesn't know that yet. If I can hold out a little bit longer, at least I might be able to win something.

He kept his cool long enough to say, "I do. But only on one condition."

"What, already?"

"That you don't ever, ever come back here again unannounced. We can do it anywhere and everywhere else, just not in this house. My mother is such a prude that it's not even funny. If she caught me, she would literally kill me, and I'm not going to take that risk." He thought back ironically to the blowjob that his mother had given him just before his nap.

"Okay, okay. I promise. Now fucking scratch my itch! Do it!"

"And..." he continued. He figured they were in a battle of wills, and he was winning by having more self-control. He thought, What else do I want from her? She already wants to fuck at the drop of a hat. What else do I want? Oh I know. He added, "And one more thing. You have to do anything sexual that I want, at any time."

She rolled her eyes. She couldn't imagine anything that this mild-mannered, polite guy would want her to do sexually that she wouldn't like doing in the first place. "Fine. Whatever. Just fuck me, like, yesterday!"

"That includes blowjobs," he reminded her, knowing that she hated to do those.

"Oh fuck. Whatever. Just do me!" She was ready to promise him anything, since she only kept promises when she felt like it.

"Wait. I want to hear you say it."

"Say what?"

"Your promise."

Her entire body was vibrating with need. She growled angrily, but then said, "Fine! You can do anything you want to me at any time. Including getting blowjobs. And I damn well hope you do, starting right fucking now!"

She found it strange that saying that turned her on so greatly. No boy had ever made demands on her like that, much less been successful in doing so.

Chapter 9

Hearing Heather's agreement, Alan leapt onto her like a lion released from a cage. The two of them fucked right there on the floor where she'd been performing.

They built up a strong, driving rhythm. It was a great fast fuck, marred only by the frequent times Alan had to shush the carelessly noisy Heather.

As he fucked her, he prodded, "So you'll really let me fuck you anytime and anywhere?"

"Yes!"

"What about your boyfriend?"

She grunted lustily when his boner bottomed out in her yet again. "Who cares? You fuck- UGH! So much better!"

"And what about the fact that I'm a nerd?"

"You're no nerd. No nerd fucks UNHH! ... this good. I want your cock; no, I NEED it!"

He thought out loud while drilling her hard: "I guess that makes you a total slut."

"Yes! Yes, I am!"

That answer really surprised him, because he hadn't realized that he was verbalizing his thoughts out loud. Given what he'd just said, he would have expected her to slap him or worse, but instead it seemed to just arouse her further, causing her to thrust her hips with greater vigor.

Suddenly all the details of the first time he'd fucked her came flooding back: he'd called her a "cunt hole" and a "sleazy bitch" and more, and she'd loved it. He thought, Dang, I'm doing it again. I never say anything rude to anyone, but with Heather the nasty names just flow freely from my lips. And Aunt Suzy said that it's cool to do that with her, provided that she's horny enough already. So I'm gonna go for it!

He tested to confirm that she liked it. "So you're a slut. A hussy. A skanky bitch." He punctuated that with another deep push into her.

He thought he'd gone too far with that last insult, but when he bottomed out she yelled even louder, "YES! God, YES!"

He realized it would be good to curse at her like he had the last time. He had no problem conjuring up the right mood to do so, since he was still angry at her sneaky intrusion into his house and his room. He growled, "Shut up, you noisy bitch! I mean it!"

Heather responded by going totally wild on him. She kissed him desperately. Her hands flew all over him as she thrust her hips at him so forcefully that she literally lifted him off the floor. It was as if she were on fire and in a complete panic to put it out before she burned to ****, but the only way to do that was for them both to cum.

Alan couldn't take much of that unexpected, overwhelming treatment. He knew he wouldn't be able to pause for a strategic break because it felt too good to stop, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. So he concentrated on fucking her harder, deeper, and faster while he still had some control.

Already, he was running out of breath, but he managed to say, "Take that! Take it! Take it, you bitch!"

To his surprise, she moaned back erotically, "Oooh! Oooh, God! Yes! I'm taking it! I'm taking every inch of your cock! Give me more!"

For some reason, he felt his anger rising along with his arousal. "You want more?! I'll give you more, you fucking CUNT! Nothing but a worthless cunt!"

She yelled back with lusty desperation, "I'm a cunt! Such a cunt! Fuck this sorry ass cunt! Fuck me so good!"

Her words inspired him; he felt re-energized. It was no problem at all to draw on even more energy to fuck her like a jackhammer. He fucked her so hard that her hair was flying around while the back of her head kept banging on the floor. Suddenly, he could sense he was losing it. So he shouted, "Cum, bitch! CUM!"

She'd been on the verge already, but once he said that, she let go. Her body was still bouncing rhythmically underneath him in time to his thrusts, but she started shuddering and convulsing uncontrollably at the same time.

Heather had a tight cunt with a well-exercised PC muscle, and her pussy walls began spasmodically clenching his stiff dick so strongly that he had a hard time moving within her. It was as if things were going in slow motion, which caused his arousal to soar even higher.

When he started unloading in her, she was still writhing around with her own orgasm. Sensing that he was cumming too, and especially feeling his seed squirting deep inside her, inspired her to an even greater orgasmic ecstasy.

But once the mutual climaxes passed, Alan noticed that she hardly made a peep, in spite of everything. It seemed that she'd suddenly taken his command to stay quiet very seriously. And he'd been relatively quiet too, although he had shouted out to her that he was cumming.

As she lay there, she thought, Oh sweet Jesus! He's GOOD! That first time was no fluke, that's for sure. Shit, I'd crawl across broken glass to get fucked like that again. He practically KILLED me! I swear, I think I'm dead: I died and went to Heaven!

He got up and staggered around like a drunkard. His goal was to lock the door. Once he'd done that, he relaxed and slumped against the door for a while.

Phew, man! he thought. Blowjobs are all well and good. No, scratch that, they're totally awesome. But even so, fucking is even MORE totally awesome! Shit. Heather is so damn tight. A pussy is perfectly designed for a cock. The fit is just so ... well, awesome! How I wish I could fuck Mom or Aunt Suzy. I guess I can let out my frustrations on Heather.

He turned on some music. It was Elastica's debut album, played on random shuffle; for some reason it seemed appropriate for Heather.

He had done that as a belated attempt to mask their activity. Although he had just cum, he was still powerfully aroused. Strangely, he didn't feel his usual post-orgasmic lassitude. In fact, he was much more wired than usual.

He thought, Okay, so far, so good. I should try to remember more of Aunt Suzy's advice on how to handle her, though. She said I need to stay in the driver's seat at all times. Bossing her around is key, and she'll go along with it if she gets pleasure out of it too. She's totally horny for me right now. This is the time to push my luck!

Heather seemed intent on more sex, despite the fact that her body was trembling with exhaustion. She still had a crazed, hungry look in her eyes.

The rocking music of Elastica's "Car Song" seemed to eliminate any need for words. He simply sat up on his bed and motioned for her to sit between his legs.

She did so quickly, still without speaking, although it was an effort since her body felt like it was made of wet noodles.

He remembered Al Pacino in the movie "Scarface," and tried to channel some of that actor's macho arrogance. He leaned back and said, "Gimme a titfuck, bitch." He would never have said that to anyone else he knew, but something about Heather inspired that kind of attitude in him.

His words hit her like an electric cattle prod. She visibly shivered all over. She never gave titfucks to anyone, since she didn't get that much pleasure out of the act. She was on the verge of telling him to go fuck himself. Plus, she was still so tired from the fucking she'd just received that she didn't think she could do it even if she'd wanted to. Yet somehow she found herself being pulled in towards his erection, as if it were a magnet.

She leaned forward, spat between her breasts, and placed his erection in her cleavage. Her spit was hardly necessary, because his dick was already soaked with her pussy juices. Then she started bouncing up and down on her heels so he didn't even have to do any of the work.

She thought, Aaaah, this feels nice! It's weird: normally, titfucks don't do anything for me at all, but now I'm feeling tingly all over, and my cleavage ... it's like it's on fire!

Look at the way he's looking down at me, with a sneer on his face. It's like he expects me to do this. Doesn't he know who I am? He has no idea how lucky he is that I even SPEAK to him, much less ... Jesus! What is it about the way that he's looking at me? It sends shivers down my spine!

At the same time, he thought, That's odd. I mean, why am I acting like this, and why is she obviously getting off on it? I guess I can answer the first part. When I think back to what Mom and Sis did to me this morning, it makes a guy cocky. Anything Heather does to me, anything, it can't compare to THAT! So I can take this in stride, And I guess she gets off on it somehow. Hey, as long as she's into it, I'm not gonna over-think it!

As the titfuck went on, he pondered the arousing sensations. For some reason, I like fucking Heather's tits a lot, almost more than fucking her cunt. Perhaps it's because they're so big ... No. Ha! I mean, that would be true compared to Akami or Kim, but not compared to Aunt Suzy? Forget it! Maybe it's because she's obviously into it. I mean, she's such a "fuck off and die" kind of person, but she's totally getting off on sliding her big tits up and down. She's really careful to keep a tight titfuck channel going too. Somehow, I don't think she tries this hard with other guys.

While those reasons were valid, another reason he wasn't consciously aware of was that he disliked her power-hungry ways and he liked taking her down a notch by putting her in this most subservient of positions.

When she presented her chest to him and pushed her tits together for him to fuck her cleavage, it was almost as if she wanted to give pleasure and please someone other than herself. But in fact, even though she was enjoying it to a surprising degree, she was just getting him warmed up so he'd want to fuck her pussy again.

Plus, she was loathe to admit, she was kind of grossed out by the way that his dick was covered in her pussy juices, which in turn were getting all over her tits. She started to pull away. "Okay, nerd boy, it's time for your dick to enter the pearly gates and find out what heaven is like."

However, he was still angry at her intrusion and demanding ways and didn't want to give her that satisfaction. So he grabbed her shoulders, stopping her from changing positions. "Hey! This is MY house, MY rules. I didn't tell you it was time to fuck." He could see anger growing on her face, like a quickly gathering storm.

Somehow he sensed that she had a very competitive spirit. So he added, "I know what it is: you're just not good at titfucking, so you want to switch to something you know. Or is it that you feel self-conscious about your obviously fake boobs?"

"They are NOT fake!" she lied.

"Bottom line is, I've had a lot better. Is this all you've got? Why'd you even bother to come over?"

That was like waving a red flag in front of a raging bull. But the only way that she could "show him" was by giving him a good titfuck, so she put all her energy into that.

As she slid her big tits up and down his thick pole, she thought, God damn fucking asshole nerd! Who does he think he is?! Just because he has a big cock and knows how to use it, he thinks he can push ME around? HA! You pathetic loser. I'll show you what a good titfuck is! And so what if my breasts are enhanced? The truth is, they're better than real! You can't handle these magnificent boobs! I'll make you cum in half a minute, you sorry, skinny dweeb!

She felt that she was doing her best, and she had such a high opinion of herself she doubted anyone could do better. So she crowed triumphantly, "How's THAT, Mr. Big Cock?"

He couldn't resist popping her bubble. "It's okay." That was an understatement; she was actually doing a surprisingly good job, and she certainly had the boobs for it, fake or not. But he remembered Suzanne's advice to be sparing with his compliments.

Heather practically exploded, "Okay?! Just OKAY?! What? Are you fucking retarded?! How can I do any better, you fucking ingrate?!" Yet she kept on sliding her big tits up and down and around his shaft.

He replied calmly, "Well, you can start by not calling me things like 'fucking ingrate.' I think you may deserve a spanking for that. And there's a lot you can do better. For one thing, presentation. For starters, where are your high heels?"

She looked over to where she'd tossed her clothes. She knew her heels were underneath them. "Over there. But what the fuck, sorry, what the hey does it matter? It's not like you can see my feet when I'm in this position anyway."

"That's true. But still, it shows your effort."

Muttering curses under her breath, she rolled her eyes. But she did get up and went to get her heels. Effort? I'll show you fucking effort, you fucking worthless piece of shit! You think you're so hot just because I let you fuck me. But you're nothing! Nothing!

But even though her eyes shot daggers at him, she kept those thoughts to herself as she put on her high heels. She told herself that she needed to humor him, to get him to fuck her again. Once he fell under her spell and really wanted her, she'd lower the boom on him.

Alan enjoyed the sight of her bending over and showing off her ass as she was putting on her heels. After all, that was one reason why he'd insisted she wear them. But the pause also gave his dick a short strategic break. He realized that this too was a power issue, and when it came to Heather he remembered that he had to stay on top at all times.

She quickly returned to her position between his legs, resuming the titfuck. But she also said sarcastically, "There. Now, is there anything else you require, your majesty?"

"As a matter of fact there is, if you want to give as good a titfuck as some others I've gotten. Try licking my cockhead at the same time."

She looked down in disbelief. "What, you want me to reach it with my tongue while it's still in my cleavage? Fat chance!"

He shrugged. He didn't say anything, but the obvious implication from his disappointed look was that she'd failed and wasn't worthy.

She sighed in exasperation. "Fine! How's this?" She attempted to extend her neck and reach his cockhead, but she'd never tried it before and she couldn't quite do it. She started breathing heavily on his cockhead, hoping that would help make him blow his load.

He enjoyed that a lot, but he still acted like she'd failed him.

His somewhat-bored facial expression annoyed her. She was determined to show him she could do it, so she tried again, with even more effort. When that still didn't work, she repositioned herself and his erection. That made the difference, so that she just barely managed to lick the tip of his head whenever it came into range. That was a very unusual amount of effort for her.

But Alan was in his element now, and he'd gotten over his initial surprise and intimidation. He just kept titfucking her.

He thought, This is definitely all thanks to what's happened with my whole six-times-a-day treatment. If it weren't for what's already happened with Mom, Sis, Aunt Suzy, Aims, and Glory, I would have blown my load a long time ago. Hell, I would have blown my MIND a long time ago, just from her being here. But I can totally roll with this, and really enjoy it. How many other guys can be this calm and even in charge with the mighty Heather? I bet she likes the turning of the tables; it's such a change from her usual fawning guys.

Actually, that's something Aunt Suzy told me, now that I think about it. The more that guys fawn over her, the less she likes them. Damn! Aunt Suzy is such a fucking genius!

While Alan and Heather were getting it on, Suzanne came over to the Plummer house, ready for another go at his dick. When Susan told her the rather surprising news that he was doing homework with a study partner, she left, disappointed, without ever going to his room.