The Great Pretender: Part 2

Chapter 4

Susan picked up the phone after the fourth ring. "Hello? Plummer residence."

Brenda said, "Susan, it's you. Thank goodness. I have something important to tell you. I just had a really strange dream."

Susan's voice went from formal to confidential and even excited. "Oh, really? I want you to tell me all about it! Every last detail. I've had some great dreams lately too. But first, I had some really strange things happen to me for real that I just HAVE to tell you!"

"Oh really? What?" As soon as Brenda said that she regretted it, because she didn't want to get distracted from her goal of bowing out from that night's poker party. But curiosity got the best of her.

"Where to begin?! So many exciting things have happened since I spoke to you yesterday! For starters ... oh, I don't know if I should tell you this, but I can't help myself! It's just too exciting! Alan fully tamed Amy last night!"

"What?!" Brenda felt extremely conflicted. I can't listen to this! I'm getting off track. But "taming!" There's nothing I love more than when Susan talks about taming!

"I know! Amazing, isn't it? Well, okay, maybe not fully tamed, but definitely at least partially tamed. He made her his official girlfriend!"

Brenda was a bit disappointed, because deep down she wanted something hard core, like in her dream, with collars and even chains. She griped, "That's hardly a proper taming. Big deal. She's already agreed to be one of his personal cocksuckers, which is much more of a commitment, in my book."

Susan responded, "True, but wait! That's just the start. For one thing, it happened in the living room, with all of us there: Suzanne, Katherine, Amy, and me. Amy wound up standing completely naked while he freely fondled her luscious body and the rest of us just watched. He pretty much flat-out announced who his girlfriend was going to be as he rubbed his fat cock all over her. He made clear that he can have as many women as he wants, in any way he wants, while she has to be completely loyal to him. Naturally, Amy agreed! Then, he had me get up and do a sexy striptease and suck his cock! I was so scared and humiliated, but I did it anyway and I loved every minute of it!"

Brenda could feel her arousal skyrocketing with each new comment Susan made. Her heart pumped wildly and her pussy started to gush. She asked, "Hold on. You sucked his cock right there in front of everybody, including his new girlfriend?"

"I KNOW! God, he really showed us all who's in charge!"

That kind of talk was a really powerful aphrodisiac for Brenda. She felt a head rush that made her momentarily dizzy. She asked breathlessly, "Why did he have YOU do that instead of Amy?"

"To put her in her place, and remind her that even though she's his official girlfriend now, she's still just one of many beautiful women who serve him sexually. And he put me in my place at the same time! I could actually FEEL myself getting tamed! Falling deeper and deeper under his spell! It's like ... Oh, there's nothing else like it! But it's the best feeling in the world!"

Brenda found herself fondling one of her bare boobs. But she **** herself to stop. Her head was still spinning with lust, but she reminded herself that that was why she'd made the call. She really needed to cancel out of that night's poker party.

However, before she could say anything, Susan continued, "And things just got better and crazier from there! I wound up spending like an HOUR on my knees with Amy, teaching her how to best suck and lick and stroke his cock. And the whole time we were practicing TOGETHER on his very real, yummy thickness! Actually, it was less a lesson for her and more just a very prolonged double blowjob!"

The responsible part of Brenda was regretting making the call while naked, because she suddenly found herself so aroused that she couldn't stop from fingering her pussy. She asked as she started to play with her slit, "But I thought you had a strict rule against double blowjobs?"

"I know! I DID! But that was yesterday. You think Tiger cares about my rules? No! He knew it was time, time to tame me further! That was my very first double blowjob, but it sure as heck won't be my last!" She laughed.

Brenda had a hard time breathing. She was imagining herself sharing Alan with Susan, taking turns bobbing on his thickness. In real life, she had two fingers pumping in and out of her slit while her thumb diddled her clit.

Susan went on, "By the time Amy and I somehow finally managed to make him cum - ugh! Let me tell you, it was a struggle. But the BEST kind of struggle! My jaw hurts just thinking how long we sucked and sucked and licked and licked! Anyway, by the end, I found myself wondering why I had been so against that. You know, double blowjobs. And even now, I can't really remember. It just seems so RIGHT! A big, powerful cock like that needs at least two tongues on it to be serviced properly!"

Brenda exclaimed breathlessly, "Oh my God! That sounds exactly like my dream!"

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. What happened in your dream? Was it all about my cutie Tiger?"

"Of course! I meant, uh, yes. Yes, it was. I came to your house, and you and Suzanne were on your knees in the living room, licking his cock together!"

"OH. MY. GOD. Brenda, that's SO HOT! Tell me more! Were we naked?"

"Not only were you naked, you were both bound and collared! And your asses were spanked red!"

Susan gasped really loudly. "NO WAY! SO HOT! Brenda, that's just TOO HOT! I love it! Tell me more. What were you doing? Did you join in? Three tongues at once. Oh no! NO!"

"What?" Brenda asked with genuine concern, based on Susan's suddenly worried tone of voice.

Susan replied, "I'm just worried that my phone is going to burn up in my hands because what you're saying is so HOT!"

Brenda laughed, realizing Susan's "worry" was really just a joke. "Very funny." But at the same time, there was a lot of truth about just how very hot and bothered both of them were getting. And the "hot" part was true in a literal sense: she felt like her body was burning up from a fever. She put the phone on speaker mode, so she could use her other hand to play with her boobs. They needed attention as much as her pussy did.

Susan prodded, "So, what were you doing? What were you wearing? Tell me everything!"

Brenda's concerns about her dream came back as she tried to figure out how to respond to that. She even fleetingly remembered her goal of telling Susan that she couldn't attend the poker party. "Uh, I'd rather not say."

"Because it's embarrassing, right? Maybe even downright humiliating?"

"Um..." Brenda was glad she was merely talking on the phone so Susan couldn't see how red her face had become (let alone the way she was pulling on her long nipples).

Susan said reassuringly, "Well, don't worry about it. My life has changed SO much in just the last month or so, and a big part of that is being embarrassed constantly! I've gotten used to being humiliated on pretty much a daily basis. It used to bug me a lot, and it still does somewhat, but I've also kind of made my peace with it. I figure that when you spend as much time as I do slurping all over my son's cock, it comes with the territory. A clever, well-hung young man will always outsmart big-titted beauties like us, tricking us out of our clothes and onto our knees. So spill!"

Brenda was getting in the spirit of things, agreeing with every word. She giggled as she said teasingly, "Spill? You mean spill Alan's cum all over my chest, so that it covers my deep cleavage in creamy goo?"

"YES! That! Lots of that! Mmmm ... Spermy goodness! Spill some on me too!"

They both laughed gaily.

Brenda was still too embarrassed to describe more of her dream, because if she was at all honest about it, sooner or later she'd have to discuss her fantasy of being Alan's collared sex ****. So instead she said, "Okay, but first I want to hear more about what happened last night with Amy and all. And did you have more fun this morning, before he went to school?"

Not surprisingly, Susan was easily distracted by that topic. "Did I ever! To be honest, I woke up second guessing what happened the night before. I even initially rejected the whole 'two tongues on his cock at once' idea. But Tiger, he's so clever, like I said. Before long, he had me naked, and Katherine naked too. And sure enough, I wound up licking his cock with my sweet Angel. Can you imagine? Taking turns bobbing on my son's cock with my very own daughter? Our tongues repeatedly meeting over his sweet spot? It's so DEPRAVED! But I loved it so much that I'm sure we'll be doing that every day from now on!"

"No!" Brenda was panting hard as she played with her pussy and tits.

"Yes! I'm telling you, there's just no resisting him! All we can do is drop to our knees, open our mouths wide, and SERVE!"

Brenda let out a loud erotic moan. She couldn't help but notice how similar Susan's words were to the way her dream had ended, with the line "To live is to serve" repeating in her head. She was getting close to a great climax.

Susan said, "Mmmm. Sounds like someone is having fun! I can hear all kinds of squishy sounds on your end. I wonder what those are!" She chuckled knowingly.

Brenda's embarrassment grew. But thinking about the "to live is to serve" line reminded her that her submissive tendencies needed to be curbed. She decided to confess. "It's true. I'm playing with myself. I'm so bad! But I'll bet you are too."

"Of course. Like I always seem to do when we talk on the phone. Except you probably can't hear it since I'm not on a speaker phone like you are. Things are getting really squishy over here as I imagine my mouth opened as wide as it can get, in a perfect 'O', with my son's great big log sliding in and out relentlessly!"

Brenda whimpered. She longingly opened her mouth in the 'O' shape Susan had just mentioned. God, that sounds so good! To think that I never even liked blowjobs all that much. Now I find myself actually drooling from just thinking about HER giving him one! If only that was MY mouth stretched out over my master's cock!

The fact that she'd just called Alan "Master" in her own mind was like a splash of cold water, suddenly waking her up. Shit! Did I really just think that? That just goes to show why I can't go to tonight's party. She continued her confession, "The problem is, I find this stuff TOO arousing! I hardly even know Alan, but I feel like I'm falling under his spell!"

Susan happily agreed. "Oh, you ARE! It's too late to fight now. Once he has you in his sights, it's just a matter of time before you're fully tamed!"

Brenda moaned both with distress and lust at the same time. Susan happened to be saying the things that pushed Brenda's submissive buttons the most. "But ... but ... what does that mean? Not just sexy talk, but for real? Susan, where is this going? I'm getting worried!"

Susan realized that Brenda was actually worried. Susan wanted to quell those worries, so she changed her emphasis. "I know. It's tough. To be honest, I've been having issues with this kind of thing myself. Why, just today, I made arrangements with Suzanne so I'd see an understanding psychologist. Not to end what's happening, mind you. No way! I'd never want to go back to how things used to be in a million years! But so I can better cope with this whole taming process. As I fall deeper and deeper in love and in lust with my son, I don't want to lose myself and lose my identity."

"Exactly!" Brenda was still masturbating, but she had her issues with the whole "master" idea, so she was gratified that Susan was having similar ones. "I've been having similar problems. In fact, I was thinking about maybe not coming to the party tonight." There! I said it!

"What? No! You HAVE to come! We're going to have so much fun!"

Brenda sighed sadly. "I know, I know. I'm sure you are. But I really need to get a grip."

"Horse pucky! The only grip you need to get is a tight grip around Tiger's cock as you open your mouth as wide as you can! Say 'aaah', because his thick pole is on its way in!"

Brenda gasped loudly. She was already on the verge of cumming.

"Brenda, trust me. We're going to have a sexy, fun time. But we're not going to let things get out of control. I'll admit I don't have the best self-control when I get all horny around my son, but Suzanne, she runs a tight ship. If you don't want things to go beyond a certain point, simply tell her where you want to draw the line. She'll make sure you won't get any further than that. But really, you'll have the time of your life tonight! Besides, now you and I have each other. Whenever you're feeling down or worried, you can talk to me. And I hope I can do the same with you."

"Really?" Brenda brightened. "That's so nice. Thank you. I've been feeling all alone in this."

"You're not. To be honest, I didn't like you that much at first, but I've warmed up to you in recent days as we've talked on the phone and I've realized just what kindred spirits we are."

"We are, aren't we?"

"Yes. Maybe it's our bodies - our curvy, busty bodies - that make us such highly sexual beings. At first I resented that you're so well endowed, and I must admit I still kind of resent it a little bit. But now I realize that only another woman with a shape like mine can really see things the way I do."

"That's so true. I've always felt like I'm a freak, a genetic freak. But around the likes of you and Suzanne, I feel like I'm just one of the girls - one of the gang."

Susan smiled. "Yes. Birds of a feather flock together, and with good reason. But in any case, when I talk to this psychologist I'll let you know what I find out. In fact, maybe you'd like to schedule an appointment with her too. I hear she's really great."

"It's a her?"

"Yeah, she's some old friend of Suzanne's. They've been out of contact for a long time, but they used to be good friends in college."

"That's nice. But ... Susan. Please! Tell me the truth! Where do you see things going? Could you ever imagine being your son's ... well ... his ****? His full-on sex ****?"

Actually, when Susan got very aroused, like she still was at that moment, that was one of her most exciting fantasies. She tried not to think about whether she wanted it to happen in real life, but at the very least it appealed to her a lot. However, she could tell Brenda was having doubts on that subject, so she needed to be distanced from that idea, at least for the present.

So she said, "Brenda, please. Don't be ridiculous! Sure, you know how much I love to service my son's cock, and I could see how an outsider like you could misinterpret that. Slavery is NOT on the agenda! What we have right now is heaven on Earth, so there's no need to change a thing."

Brenda asked, "But I thought you just said you're having issues, so much so that you're going to see a psychologist? And what about taming? Isn't that the same as slavery?"

Susan realized she'd have to be careful not to contradict herself. "I did say I have issues, but I also said I don't want to alter things. I just want advice to help understand and deal with these big changes in my life. For instance, I still have issues with **** - meaning full vaginal sex between mother and son. But 'taming' isn't slavery. Think of it as letting go of your inhibitions. Completely letting go! In fact, in a way it's the exact opposite of slavery. It's freedom: total sexual freedom! The freedom to do whatever you want to your man and not feel bad or guilty about it, as well as the freedom to obey his every sexy command and not feel bad or guilty about that either."

That answer did a lot to put Brenda's worries to rest, at least for the moment. She sighed with relief.

However, Susan sensed the danger, so she was eager to change the topic. She knew on some level that her attitudes were all over the map, as evidenced by the emotional roller-coaster ride she'd been on earlier that day. When it came to things like "taming," she didn't want to think too much about what it all actually meant, or where things were really going. So she asked, "Anyway, do you want me to tell you some more about what happened last night? Or this morning?"

"Both!" Brenda said eagerly. She'd stopped masturbating, mostly, when the conversation had turned serious. She felt a lot better after confiding in Susan. Between being able to talk things over with Susan and maybe even seeing Suzanne's psychologist friend, she hoped that she'd be able to keep her more outrageously submissive tendencies under control. So, as Susan began relating her arousing adventures in even more explicit detail, Brenda resumed playing with her pussy and nipples.

The possibility of Brenda not coming to the poker party wasn't brought up again. Instead Susan just assumed she'd be there, and eventually so did Brenda. The fact was, Brenda's desire to go was simply too strong to resist. Each party had been twice as interesting as the one before. After what had happened at the previous party, she was certain that Susan was correct in predicting that she would have the time of her life. Deep down, she'd wanted to be talked into going to the party, because she simply couldn't wait to see Alan again.

Several orgasms after the phone call ended, she told herself, Look. Alan's a nice guy. A great guy even, probably. But he's JUST A GUY! A kid! In fact, he's not much older than Aidy. Of course, he is the most sexually impressive guy I've ever seen, and he's practically turned his immediate family AND the Pestridge women into his personal harem. Gaawwwd, the things Susan just told me are about the most arousing stories I've ever heard! But he is NOT my master, nor will he ever be! Obviously he loves having sex with lots of gorgeous, big-breasted women, but he's just not into all this domination and submission stuff. He's a tad too nice. I'm sure I can have fun with him, and even have sex with him if I want, but within reason. I'm going to turn all these disturbing fantasy thoughts OFF, right now!

There. I feel better already. What I need to be is like Susan. She's submissive like me, but she doesn't let it get too far. She's living a dream every day, a wonderful sexually submissive dream, and yet she has good friends like Suzanne to keep things in balance. She knows when to step back and seek help, so she doesn't lose herself along the way. I can do that too: I can have lots of fun with Alan, including tonight. I just need to keep my weirder fantasies to myself!

Chapter 5

Alan hoped that his day at school would be very "Glory-ous," as he liked to put it.

By lunchtime he was feeling fully recovered from his morning exhaustion. He spent most of that period with Glory to make up for the fact that he hadn't been able to 'get it up' for her the day before. As they were doing pretty much every day when Alan had enough time, they had fun with role-playing.

They played a fantasy where Alan was a vampire. It started accidentally, with some simple making out. Alan had been kissing his way up Glory's neck when he got the idea to give her a few playful bites there.

She commented, "Be careful. Are you a vampire or something?"

He replied theatrically, "Actually, yes! And now that I have you in my grasp, you can't escape!"

She didn't seem too impressed. "Okay, Mr. Dracula, where are your fangs?"

He answered, "Well, truth be told, I'm of a special subspecies. Ve are pussy vampires. Ve live on pussy juice." He nibbled a bit on her long, shapely neck. He spoke in a bad accent, modeling his voice on the character The Count from Sesame Street.

Glory laughed. Pretending fear, she cried, "Oh dear! Whatever will I do?!" She pushed him away and tried to run away.

However, she didn't try that hard; she just began running in circles around the students' desks.

Alan tried to chase her. Sometimes he managed to catch up and grab her, but then she'd free herself. Sometimes she'd get far ahead of him, but when that happened she'd slow down to allow him to catch up.

At one point he grabbed her blouse and "accidentally on purpose" tore it open. (He felt free to do that because he knew that she kept spare clothes in her closet.) After another circle around the room, he got his hand on her bra, but that time she had to help unclasp it so he could "tear it off."

Then he grabbed her on the shoulders and said, "NOW I've got you! Vonce you are in the grasp of a vampire, there ist no escape!"

Glory laughed. "You said that already, but I escaped, didn't I?"

"True. However, now I use my special powers. Fool! You haf looked into the eyes of a vampire. I haf you mesmerized!"

She laughed again. "You're really hamming it up, aren't you?" Then she got back into her role and said "Vait!" in attempted mimicry. "That sounds scary, but I don't feel mesmerized."

He said sheepishly, "Hmmm. It doesn't alvays verk. I'm afraid I didn't quite pass all my classes back in vampire school. I was too busy chasing the teacher." But then, with dramatic flourish, he added confidently, "But never you mind! Ve go to plan B! Maybe dis vill mesmerize you!" He unzipped his shorts and pulled out his rampant erection. It extended out proudly through his fly.

Glory smiled. "Now we're talking! It's true. Looking at that, I do feel a bit ... transfixed." She looked down at it with wide, eager eyes. "I suppose getting drained by a vampire wouldn't be so bad. Just so long as I can do a little draining of my own. Did I mention that I'm a vampire too? Except that my subspecies subsists on semen."

Alan laughed. "You are not!" He sucked on her nipples and played with her breasts for a few minutes. Then he had her bend over the table, lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties.

In his bad Transylvanian accent, he said, "I vant to suck your pussy! Bwa-ha-ha-ha!" Then he got down to the business of pussy licking Glory from the behind. He said, "You vill rue the day you bent over your desk for the undead, you naughty teacher, you. I vill suck you dry!"

In fact, he had steered the fantasy in this direction because he wanted to practice his pussy licking. He tried to "suck her dry" for over ten minutes. He complained that as soon as he made any progress, she'd expel even more cum from her pussy lips.

Slowly the fantasy dissolved and they reverted to their natural roles of teacher and student.

Glory continued her lessons about the finer points of going down on a woman.

He still wasn't good at it, and really would have much preferred doing most anything else with her body, but he pushed himself. He figured it was the least he could do after how she'd deep-throated him.

She'd assured him that he would get better and more comfortable with it over time. He found that she was right.

By the end of their time together, he did begin to enjoy it. In particular, he found it was a lot of fun to do something arousing with his tongue and hear her moans of pleasure in response.

But he preferred to lie on top of her right on the table she used to teach his class. With both of them completely naked by now, he fell back into the vampire role and really got to know her neck during the times they didn't lock lips. He gave her enough hickies and small bites to last a long time.

She was happy to have her boobs mash into his strong chest, but she wasn't so comfortable with the fact that his boner was only inches from her pussy. So she clamped his cock between her thighs and kept it there to make sure "it didn't get into any mischief," as she put it.

Since she was so athletic from surfing and other sports, her thighs were quite muscular. Her squeezing of his erection with her impressive thigh muscles kept it hard and happy.

The grand finale was one of her extraordinary blowjobs. She took him deeper and deeper until it became a deep-throating. Again her tongue, mouth, lips, and hands all worked to drive him over the edge.

Nothing else made him feel as good. He suspected that even if he could fuck her, her deep-throating would probably feel better. But just the same, he still wanted badly to fuck her.

Yet, for all this activity, they only spent about twenty minutes together. Alan had been talked into another cheerleader painting job, this time for Janice. So everything he and Glory did felt a bit rushed. At least half their time had been spent on pussy licking, and she'd only deep-throated him for a minute or two. (Had it gone on much longer, he would have had to cum.)

Aside from their usual lack of time, which was even worse that day, their biggest problem was that they had no bed to lie in. Even though they still weren't fucking, they usually wanted to get more intimate than just mutual masturbation on uncomfortable desks and chairs.

Glory had taken to keeping sheets and pillows locked in the closet behind her desk. She would lay them out so the two of them wouldn't have to roll around on the cold, dirty tiles. But she could hardly go any further and bring a mattress into her classroom. Even the sheets presented their own danger. Despite their best efforts to keep things clean, on any day where she and Alan played, the sheet would get covered with sweat and cum. Then Glory would have to smuggle it out in her bag and replace it with a new one. They longed for a better and safer place to play.

Their problem was compounded by the fact that they both loved role-playing so much. So just before he left, she asked him, "So what are we going to play tomorrow?"

"Hmmm. So many excellent choices. You want to get really wild? Okay. I want to be Father Alan, a priest. And I want you to be Sister Glory. Or Gloria. That's better; Sister Gloria sounds more religious."

"Young man, you are one twisted fuck. I love it! Okay! But how? If we do that, we'd have to take it to a whole other level. We need costumes to really make it work. And that's just one fantasy. We're gonna need a lot of costumes."

"It was just an idea. I can pick something simpler."

"No. I'm into it. Except that I call dibs on me being Princess Leia and you being Han Solo the day after that."

"Okay. Cool. You don't want me to be Luke Skywalker?"

"No. I like my guys to be a little more rugged and complicated. Besides, she's Luke's sister. Duhhh!"

"Oh. Right. I forgot. Besides, they didn't know that at the time." He blushed, hoping his reaction wouldn't somehow give away what he was doing with his own sister.

She appeared not to notice anything unusual, and continued, "Anyhow, so I've got the problem of not having a bed. If I did, that would present its own set of problems, such as figuring out how to get rid of the cum smell. And I'd look all hot and bothered at the start of fifth-period class. And to top it all off, now I've got to smuggle in and out a nun's habit and a priest's outfit. What if I get caught? That'll be a little bit awkward, to say the least. A teacher bringing sheets and costumes into the classroom? How to explain that? Besides, all these props are gonna cost money."

Alan suggested, "I'll go halfsies with you on the props. I don't get a whole lot of spending money or I'd be more gallant and generous. But you'd pretty much have to buy them because I always have to ask before using the car ... If it's too much trouble, we don't have to do this. I love being with you just the same, props or no props."

"No, I want to do this." Not only did she enjoy this role-playing tremendously, she also thought this might give her an edge over some of the other women Alan got sexual with. She didn't want him to come in every day with his penis too sore to use, or worse, see him spend his lunch period with someone else. So they made their plans.

With lunch halfway over, he was in a rush to leave, but as he headed to the door, Glory said to him, "Wait."

She paused, and Alan thought it would be something very important. "You know, young man, that we have a school assembly during the last period of class today, don't you?"

"Yeah? So what?"

"I don't expect you'll actually be going to that, will you?" Her emotions were a mix of mischievousness and apprehension.

Her meaning slowly dawned on him. "You mean, you want me to come back here? I could get in trouble for that."

"Ah. You're such a good kid. Don't worry. I'll give you a pass. I'm the one who's likely to get in trouble. The way we're meeting every day at lunch - we can't continue like that. It's just a matter of time until we get caught. And I'm corrupting you, encouraging delinquency, but I just love it too much. I want a full hour with you for once, instead of just part of a lunch period. I still want to know where you're going for the other half of your lunch period today, by the way."

He ignored that last sentence, instead replying, "Okay. See you in about an hour. Later!" He ran off.

Chapter 6

When Alan reached the theater room, Heather let him in with the usual knock and password. But she looked cross.

He looked further into the room and saw Janice and Joy, but they looked upset, too. The three girls were dressed in their usual casual school clothes and they had all been waiting for him.

"You're late," Heather bitched at him.

"Sorry. Geez, what happened here? Did someone die or something?"

There was no answer. Since he needed every minute to paint, he got to work immediately, taking out his painting tools.

The truth was, the tension in the room was extremely high after what had happened the day before. Heather had been sexually cruel to Joy, and Janice had volunteered herself to save Joy from further humiliation.

But thanks to Heather's cruelty, Janice had inadvertently disclosed her sexual feelings for Joy, and had also discovered that Joy did not reciprocate them. Janice blamed everything on Heather and wanted ****, but in her deal to save Joy from Heather by replacing her, she'd promised instead to obey Heather's commands and not seek ****.

So the situation was complicated and Alan didn't have much of a clue about it. However, he saw the tension between Heather and Janice right away. Any idiot could see the hatred that radiated from Janice, and that Heather was glaring back just as angrily.

But before he could deal with that, Heather came up to him and said commandingly, "I did what you wanted. Also, Rock is well on the way out. So it's time for you to fuck me. Right now."

Heather was referring to a deal she'd made with Alan the week before. He'd refused to fuck her as long as she pretended not to know him in public. For one thing, he found it insulting, and felt like he was being used. Also, he had ethical problems with cuckolding some other guy, no matter who it was. The fact that the other guy happened to be strong and menacing increased his resolve that the situation had to change. So he told her that not only did she have to acknowledge him publicly, but she also had to dump her boyfriend publicly, and right away. Earlier in the day, knowing what was planned at lunch, she'd finally come up to him in the hallway between classes and spoken to him in a friendly manner. Her doing that had raised a lot of eyebrows.

Heather knew that her status would take a hit to be seen associating with a "lowly nerd" even if she did try to bring her friends around regarding Alan, as she had promised the previous week. However, her desire to get fucked by him had grown so strong, after too many days of him ignoring her need, that she felt like she had **** in the matter. Now she was claiming her reward.

Alan merely replied, as if completely disinterested. "Oh. That. Good. Don't worry; we'll probably get around to that sometime later."

Heather nearly snapped in two. "What?! Don't worry?! Probably?! Sometime later?! Alan, I could kill you! I've done what you wanted and paid the price. The homecoming queen title is probably shot. The least you can do is fuck me this very instant! It's been a week since the last time already!" She had started out strong, with domineering anger, but her stance was quickly turning to submissive begging.

Alan, though, was having fun stringing her along. He asked, "What about the way I fucked your face yesterday?"

Janice and Joy snickered at that.

Heather shot them an extremely nasty look. Then she said, half-defiant and half-needy, "That was ... good. But it's not the same as a real fucking."

He simply looked thoughtful and said, "Hmmm."

"'Hmmm?' Is that all you have to say?! I'm Heather fucking Morgan, dammit! What are you waiting for?"

He didn't say anything at all but just scrutinized her.

She wavered, uncertain about which tack to take. Finally she decided on a more pleading tone: "Please! Is that what you need to hear? Please, already!"

He tried to change the subject. "I'd like to, but not when you're all uptight and upset. There's obviously some kind of bee in your bonnet. We have to sort that out. And you too, Janice."

"GAH!" Heather shook her fist and looked like she wanted to punch him.

Alan turned from one of them to the other and then back again. "Janice, Heather, what's up between you two? If looks could kill, both of you would strike the other one dead instantly."

Standing with her arms crossed in a huff, Heather said in a bitter tone, "Ask Janice what her problem is. She's supposed to be nice to me."

"I don't have a problem," Janice answered. "No problem at all. Everything is fine." But her tone made it clear that everything was most definitely not fine. Her face burned slightly red, though nowhere near as red as her flaming hair.

Alan let it drop. He didn't have the time or energy to step between them at the moment to sort things out, not with more than half the lunch period already over. So he focused his attention on the painting.

When Janice saw that Alan had his painting tools out, she bent over and pulled off her shorts so he could start.

He removed her underwear and noticed with pleasure that she'd shaved the area clean since he'd last seen her, no doubt because it would make the painting job easier.

All of them knew the painting routine by now, so he started without any discussion or need for explanation. However, that meant the room remained deathly quiet, since no one was in a sexy mood.

He decided to fix that. To cover the awkward silence, he asked Heather to turn on a stereo system that was built into the wall behind the stage. When she did, he asked for something rocking and bouncy. Tom Petty came on, and that fit the bill nicely.

He turned Janice over to paint her front side, then asked Joy, "By the way, what are you doing here today? Aren't you all set with your paint job?"

Joy had two reasons for being there, but she didn't want to explain either of them. One was that she wanted to make sure Janice and Heather didn't get into a physical fight, because they'd been sniping in class all day long. The second was that she was hoping Alan would give her the kind of mind-blowing fuck that he'd given her the day before. But with the grim mood in the room, she didn't even try to flirt with him. So she just answered, "I'm all set. I just like sticking by my best friend, Janice."

Alan though, had other ideas. He said, "In a few minutes I'm going to need to paint Janice's pussy lips, and they're as dry as a bone. I need them nice and engorged. For that to happen, we have to sex up the mood around here. Why don't you do a little striptease for us? I know that would get me in the mood."

He thought about his mother's striptease the night before and definitely wanted a repeat performance, even though he knew no cheerleader could hold a candle to his mother's natural raw sexuality, not to mention her incredible figure.

Joy was the shy type, but she also desperately wanted to please Alan so she could get fucked again, even if the time and circumstances meant that would be some other day. So she surprised herself when she said, "Okay."

She wore underwear under her street clothes, since Heather no longer dictated what she had to wear and do. Tom Petty's "Yer So Bad" played in the background, and while it wasn't ideal music to strip to, it was inspiring enough to do the job.

Slowly, Joy started to sway and dance to the music. She wanted to get into the groove a bit before she started to take anything off.

Alan meanwhile pulled down his zipper and exposed his penis. It was flaccid from so much recent overuse, as well as the utter lack of any sexual mood in the room. He said to Janice, "Can you see if you can get this puppy going?"

Heather complained, "Don't waste your time, Janice. He's just going to get you all excited and then leave you high and dry." Obviously she was talking about herself more than Janice.

Janice was happy to give Alan's dick a handjob as a distraction, because the one thing she didn't want to do was see Joy strip. She realized now that she was deeply in love and lust with her best friend, and to see Joy get naked in such a sensual manner would only be ****, since Joy didn't return the feeling.

All she had to do was look up and she would see Joy swaying above her, so instead she tried to focus completely on the handjob.

The two girls had been friends since kindergarten. Janice began to think about all the good times she'd had with Joy over the years and found herself focused on the sleep-overs and other occasions where she'd seen Joy dressed only in underwear, as she was now.

Soon, Janice began to think more of the underwear and less of the fond memories. When she noticed a wet spot developing between Joy's legs, she thought she'd pass out with excitement, but at the same time she cursed herself for her own frustration.

Alan remained flaccid during all of this, mostly because of the continued strange mood in the room.

Janice tried reviving his penis, but she didn't seem to have much luck with the task. It was a bit difficult to do, given that she was facing the other direction and could barely get a hand on it. Furthermore, she had to try to keep her body perfectly still so he could paint, which took up more of her attention the more aroused she became.

Heather, meanwhile, stood back with arms crossed, staring daggers at anyone who dared look her way. Like Joy, she'd come to see if she could get fucked, and also to make sure that the other two, but especially Janice, did not. She was beyond upset that Alan had ignored her so far and had Janice doing the handjob. Normally she would never give a boy a handjob, but she had realized that she needed to throw her usual rules out the window when it came to Alan, especially since she'd gone almost a whole week without him actually fucking her.

She eyed every move of Janice's hands critically, always thinking about how much better she could be doing the job. Occasionally she even snorted in derision when she felt she could be doing something more arousing.

Joy had only managed to take off her shorts. The mood in the room was still very tense, mostly thanks to Heather just standing there and glaring. Alan had to concentrate on the painting instead of fully devoting himself to sexual pleasures.

After a couple of minutes, Heather couldn't take it anymore, so she walked up to where Alan was painting.

As she knelt down, she complained, "Janice, can't you do anything right? Obviously you're not very inspirational. Here. Let me take over." She rather forcibly took command of Alan's boner.

Joy, oblivious to anything but the music, while dancing in her own private world, removed her top. She'd already shed her shyness, so she was quite enjoying the striptease. When she broke into a big smile, the mood in the room lightened instantly.

Alan smiled back. His dick was already swelled to three-quarters of its full size. He hadn't commented on Heather's takeover, but now he just said, "Heather, suck it."

"What?!"

"I'm still not there. Suck on it and you'll make it fully hard." He acted like this was the most normal and natural request imaginable.

Heather had given Alan a blowjob before, and he'd fucked her face too. She grudgingly thought, I have to admit sucking him off wasn't so bad. For one thing, his cum tastes unusually sweet. And when he fucked my face so forcefully yesterday, that was seriously hot! But he's obviously not going to do just that to me today. Besides, it's a power issue: if I don't want to do something, I'm simply not going to do it. Nobody pushes Heather fucking Morgan around! I see no point in any sex act that doesn't give me an orgasm. Furthermore, if Alan's going to cum, he needs to cum in a pussy. A blowjob is just wasting time.

So she said, "Sorry, I don't do that. I'll get it big with my hands. You'll see."

"Sorry," Alan said in a dismissive, domineering tone, "but I seem to recall that last week when you were in my house, you promised that you'd suck me off whenever I wanted. Are you going to break your promise? Is that the kind of girl you are? Because if you are, I think I'd much rather fuck Janice here."

In Heather's current mindset there was nothing more motivating he could possibly have said to get her to do what he wanted. It wasn't that she was keen on keeping her promise, but she intended to deny Janice the pleasure of being fucked by him at all cost. "Okay. Fine," she muttered, wearing an obviously fake smile on her face.

She took his dick in her mouth and sucked on it, but without enthusiasm. She managed to keep it stiff, but that was about all she accomplished. Yet, slowly but surely, she was getting more turned on. She didn't like the current situation, especially with Alan just staying still and expecting her to do all the work. But she thought back fondly to when he'd vigorously fucked her face the day before, and that really got her motor running.

After a minute or two of that, Alan had Janice sit up. He told her he wanted to take her T-shirt off, so she just held her arms out and let him do it without asking why. (There was no real reason except he wanted to see her completely naked.) Then he motioned her back down and had her crouch on all fours.

Once again, Janice had a front row seat for Joy's striptease. Janice again tried to close her eyes, but curiosity got the best of her and they didn't stay closed for long.

With Heather sucking, Joy stripping, and Janice practically drooling at the sight of her best friend, Alan had managed to change the atmosphere in the room quite considerably.

Even though Heather couldn't see the other two girls, there was an erotic mood in the room that kept growing, and she picked up on it. She started to suck with greater vigor, despite herself.

All Alan had left to do with Janice's paint job was the "touch up" work around her pussy and asshole. He knew he had time to finish now, so he plunged his finger into Janice's asshole, as if to "prep" it.

Janice looked up and imagined Joy in front of her, fantasizing that she was about to lick her friend's pussy while Alan fucked her up the ass. Both ideas were so arousing that she came on the spot.

Alan noticed her climax but he continued to saw away with his finger.

Heather thought she was doing a good enough job with the blowjob. But still, she was annoyed and almost at her breaking point. She'd come there to get thoroughly fucked by Alan and instead he was making her perform the sex act she liked the least. The one thing keeping her going and inspiring her to do a good job was the hope that he would soon reward her with a serious pussy pummeling.

So she was shocked when Alan barked at her, "Heather, who said you could wear any clothes? I want to see your tits exposed. NOW!"

She growled, and thought to herself, Who does he think he is?! I could have any guy in this school with a wave of my hand. I'm the queen of this high school, dammit! What do I see in this guy, anyways? Doesn't he know I could completely destroy him socially? Does he have a **** wish? Why am I actually listening to him?!

She found her hands pulling her T-shirt up over her boobs. Then she frantically fought with her bra until it came off and fell to the floor.

She shot more icy stares at Alan, even though she'd already engulfed his cockhead again. She didn't dare stop her cocksucking, even for a second.

He found the sight of Heather angrily glaring up at him while bobbing back and forth over his sweet spot to be a huge turn-on. He said grudgingly, "That's a little better. I have to play with your tits, though, because your blowjob is so pathetic. I can hardly even tell you're doing anything down there. Maybe I should get Janice to do it. She may not have tits like yours, but she's no dead fish. Plus, they're all real."

Alan had been astute enough to observe how his earlier comment that he'd rather fuck Janice had lit a fire within Heather, causing her to redouble her efforts. So he'd tried the exact same thing a second time.

It worked again. Heather cursed inwardly, "Dead fish!" Dead fish?! I'll show him a fucking dead fish! And how dare he insult my breasts! I'll show him!

She was so **** to please him before he made good on his threat to have Janice take over that she tried cocksucking in an entirely different way. She tried to forget her contempt for what she was doing, instead focusing just on the hard cock that filled her mouth. She tried to treat it with tenderness and care. She was surprised by just how much she enjoyed it, mostly because she began to fantasize about all the compliments that Alan would soon be paying her about the great job that she was doing.

To hedge her bets and make sure he was really feeling good, she thoroughly wetted her middle finger in her pussy, then plunged it into his asshole to get to his prostate. She didn't even care if he was clean or dirty there; she had sex on the brain and was ready to do anything and everything to get what she needed.

Heather surprised herself at just how enthusiastically she bobbed her head up and down over his shaft. Her head was a near blur of action now, and one of her hands stroked near the base of his penis just as frantically. The finger probing his asshole found his prostate and massaged it expertly. Her body seemed to act on its own while her mind just looked on as if it were an observer.

Alan still made a pretense at painting, though he did a lot more sawing of his finger into Janice's ass than any painting. It was a tribute to the countless times he'd been sucked off in recent weeks that he could even keep up a pretense of painting, given the full-on attack that Heather was unleashing on his privates.

Playing Heather like a fiddle, he said in a calm voice, even though his insides were churning with erotic torment and excitement, "That's a little better, Heather. I'm beginning to feel you do something down there."

Heather mentally screamed with joy, YES! Take THAT, Janice, you ugly skank! At the same time, she was incredulous that he was only "beginning" to feel her ministrations, so she redoubled her cocksucking efforts yet again.

Alan only had Janice's pussy lips left to paint, but he was having too much fun to fully concentrate on that. He told the redhead, "You're not wet enough yet."

So, with Janice's ass high off the floor, he thrust two fingers into her pussy and began to grind them around.

Janice's eyes were now locked on Joy's naked figure.

Joy was very much enjoying herself. Since Janice was her most rapt observer, she mostly danced for the benefit of her best friend.

Janice was both loving and hating the situation.

When Joy ran out of clothes, she kept on dancing.

Janice thought her eyes would bug right out. With Alan's fingers pounding into her pussy, she felt like crying, because she felt so good and so tortured all at once.

Then Joy, now just a few feet in front of her friend, began to finger her own pussy.

Janice thought she would lose it altogether.

Joy would have been blind not to see the expression of pure lust and desire on her best friend, but that didn't stop her at all. Even though she didn't feel a reciprocal desire, she loved the attention she was getting and she was way too worked up to stop.