Walk on the Wild Side: Part 3

Chapter 7

Before he left, Akami discussed his medical condition with him some more. "Alan, I wanted to mention that your latest test results show good news. Your thyroid levels are up 25 percent. So that means you should be having more energy, though you may not be feeling it yet. Remember how that's the point of all this sexual activity?"

"Oh yeah," he responded, only half joking. Having to cum six times a day had become an end goal in and of itself, and while six times was a little much, he certainly didn't want to end his sexual fun completely by being pronounced 'cured.' No one else gave much thought any more to the connection between all the sexual activity and his low energy levels, but he still greatly wanted to have more energy and to not always have to take a nap or feel like a useless rag.

Akami resumed, "I'm very keen to see what the blood test we did today will show, to see if your thyroid level was a one-time fluctuation or if it can be equaled or hopefully bettered. This new level is good, but you could stand to boost it 100 percent, not just 25 percent. So I'll call in a couple of days and let you know. Depending on the results, we might have to make some changes in your regimen."

He nodded in understanding. He asked, "Is there any way we could make it five or four times a day?"

"I'm not sure. I can't make any promises. Depending on the results, we might even have to increase it to seven or eight times a day, though I really doubt that will happen."

He sighed and his face looked forlorn. He thought, Impossible. Completely impossible! Six times a day is the absolute outer limit. Please may the results not fall that way. I just couldn't take that much help.

She didn't mean that, of course, since there were no real medical tests to drive such a decision; she just wanted to see what his reaction would be. She was intrigued at just how far one person could go. When she saw his response, she took mercy on him, deciding never again to mention having to cum more than six times a day.

She added, "Also, if you're still feeling sluggish, here's a prescription for a potent vitamin supplement. You don't actually need a prescription for it, but this note will help make sure you pick the right one." Akami wrote a surprisingly long note while both of them sat nearly naked in their chairs. Then she handed it to him.

He took it and read it immediately, curious about its length. It read, "If you want vitamins, here's the name." A certain type of multivitamin was listed.

But below that, the note continued, "But screw vitamins. I shouldn't be doing this and I could get in trouble, so keep it under your hat, but here's my home phone number." The number was listed, and her e-mail too. She went on in the note, "I can't wait two whole weeks until you fuck me again! PLEASE CALL ME, ANYTIME! I know you've got a lot of amazing people helping you out, but I'll make you feel soooo good. I promise! Love, Akami."

Many words were underlined for emphasis, such as the word "ANYTIME," which she'd underlined three times.

He took the note, and with a poker face simply put it in his pocket. There was something about her vibe today that gave him the feeling he was being watched. He thought suspiciously, Why did she say this in a note, instead of telling it to me?

But he held his tongue for the moment and replied in a bland voice, "I'll follow this prescription to your satisfaction, nurse. Thank you very much." He put his hand on the doorknob as if to go.

"Oh, will you? Good!" she said excitedly. She wasn't as good at acting as he was. "I'll go get the doctor now."

Just as he was turning the doorknob, she said, "Oh wait. Clothes first."

He looked down and realized that he was buck naked.

She also was wearing only her open lab coat. They both went to get their clothes amidst much laughter.

Alan was very chagrined that he'd almost walked out into the hallway in the buff, although it actually wouldn't have mattered much since Akami always arranged for the office to be completely empty of patients and other staff during his appointments.

He thought, I must be losing my mind. Forgetting to use condoms, forgetting to wear my clothes - what's next? About the only thing I seem to still remember anymore is where to stick my dick.

Before she put on her clothes, Akami pointed toward her wispy bush and said in a sultry voice, "Remember, Alan, you always have a special home here at the doctor's office. Right here between my legs. Next time, come well rested. I want to see just how many 'sperm samples' it takes to fill me up to overflowing."

He grinned. "Will do."

"By the way," she added in a more clinical tone, "I'm still very concerned about your becoming too focused on sex. Please try to stay on top of your studies and have a social life with friends. There's more to life than sex, believe it or not. And regarding your sister Katherine, her case sounds pretty serious. I think it would be good if we could schedule an appointment for her, so we could test whether her sexual response falls within the norm."

He restated that in translation, as: "In other words, you want to have lots of sex with her."

"That's another way to put it," she said, smiling. "But don't worry. If either you or your sister or both of you come here in the future, there won't be any charge. Hell, I'll pay YOU if I have to, if you could fuck me like that again. Both of you is better. And next time, let's make sure your mom Susan comes in with you too, but only if she wants to play. Otherwise, for the love of God, come alone."

"Yeah, I think she might be into playing now. Well, playing with me; she's definitely not into women. But she might get off watching me with you. I hope so, anyway. She was a bit scared of you before, I think."

Akami noted, "She had a very different attitude on the phone, that's for sure. Her voice sounded so different. Before, there was restraint, but now she sounds sexually free and liberated. She even laughs a lot more. And she was treating me like her savior for helping to initiate your treatment program, so that made me feel special."

"Interesting," he commented. "Just a few days ago, she was really torn up about stuff."

"Things can change quickly." Akami finished putting on her clothes.

He said, "By the way, the fact that I would have forgotten to use a condom if you hadn't given it to me makes me think that I need to get myself tested for STDs. Since you're a nurse and all, do you know a good place for that, and where one can do that without getting one's parents involved?"

She replied, "That's not what we do here at all, but you're lucky that I do know a place. Here, let me get the information for you." While she was doing that, she asked, "By the way, since we weren't completely safe today, seeing as I only remembered the condom halfway through the appointment, is there any reason I should worry?"

He was startled by that. "Oh, what, me? No, no worries. Remember, I was a total virgin until very recently. But since I have multiple sex partners these days, I figure it's something I should get in the habit of doing pretty regularly."

He felt bad because that wasn't completely true; there really was a concern due to his bareback sex with Heather. He had trusted Heather when she'd said that she was clean (as far as she knew), but he was determined to get tested right away to be as sure as possible.

She handed him the information. "Smart. Very smart. I'm impressed."

"Thanks."

She said, "In any case, why don't we go out and say hello to the doctor? I think it's better that you see him in the lobby than in here, since this room positively reeks of sex."

Just before leaving the room, Alan said, "I'll mention the idea of coming in to see you to my sister Katherine. I have a strong feeling she'll say yes." To himself, he added, But first I have to find out what this whole secret note thing was about.

As he walked out, Akami thought to herself, Such a good kid. So all-around decent. He makes me feel so good. I feel awful about this video thing, even if the doctor is forcing me. I have to do something before it goes too far. Alan completely melted my brain with the best sex I've ever had, and I'm standing by, silent? I can't let that happen. If the doctor films him and Susan next time, they could be blackmailed for life!

Dr. Fredrickson meanwhile had turned off his video cameras, shut and locked the cabinets where the video monitors were hidden, and put on his pants. At Akami's insistence, his video system had no way to record, so when the show was over it was over. Akami had double-checked the equipment to be sure. She understandably didn't want videos made of her that could somehow wind up in the wrong hands and get her in a heap of trouble.

There was nothing else worth watching outside of Alan's appointments, so he typically only opened those cabinets once every two weeks. However, that morning Dr. Fredrickson had decided to use a camera on a tripod to take photographs of the video screen during Alan's office visit. That way, he could have something to masturbate to later. Akami would have been very upset to know about the pictures he was taking, but he hadn't told her about them yet.

He thought to himself, I should have thought this through and not resorted to half measures. Next time I'm gonna get another video camera to film the whole video as it happens. That'll show Akami!

He'd juggled taking pictures with masturbating while watching the live video feed. He'd jacked off several times while watching Alan and Akami, turned on by Alan's explanation of his sex life at home even more than by the visuals of fucking. The doctor was more than a little jealous of Alan's situation. It was frustrating enough to know that the boy was having great sex with everyone from his own mother and sister to the head cheerleader, but what really got the doctor's blood boiling was the way Alan had fucked Akami: he had clearly rocked her world in a way that the doctor never had.

"Hi, Dr. Fredrickson," Alan said, extending his hand for a handshake as the doctor walked into the lobby.

The doctor hid his rage and jealousy very well and flashed a smile. "How you doin', Alan? I haven't seen you in a while. When Akami takes on your appointments, it gives me a chance to bury my head in paperwork. How are things at home, and with your beautiful mother Susan?"

Alan got the feeling that the doctor's smile and friendliness were phony and that the doctor was pissed off at him for some reason. He couldn't help but notice that the doctor was practically crushing his hand as the handshake went on and on. But he kept up the charade and just said, "Oh, things are good. Same ol' same ol.' I'll tell her you said hello."

After a little more chit-chat with the doctor, Alan left. He was too emotionally exhausted from the intense fucking to really give the doctor's not-so-well-hidden animosity much thought. Instead, he thought, Every fuck doesn't have to be a "mind-bending make-me-see-stars fuck-of-a-lifetime." I should just chill and do the "making love" thing more often. Otherwise I'll never reach my daily targets.

On the way home, Alan stopped at the clinic Akami had recommended and got tested for STDs. He was disappointed to find out that it would take over a week to get the results back. The more he thought about the fact that he'd fucked Heather twice, and even came inside her without a condom, the more he worried. He knew that it wasn't just a matter of his own health anymore, because if he got something he could spread it to his loved ones.

Needless to say, he didn't do anything special that Friday night. It was a near miracle he could summon the energy to eat dinner. He had big plans to go on his second "non-romantic date" with Christine, but he felt so out of sorts that he had to call her up before dinner and reschedule. Christine had something else planned for Saturday night, so they agreed to go out the evening after that, on Sunday.

Chapter 8

Suzanne came over right after the meal, eager to do something with Alan. She actually wanted to take him out on the town (and while out of the house, continue where she'd left off with her "Elle" seduction the weekend before, with sex acts forbidden at home). But she quickly realized that the best he might do was fight to stay awake so he wouldn't fall asleep at an absurdly early hour.

It was Suzanne's turn for cocksucking, but she could see he wasn't up to it, so instead they just watched some television together. They watched two episodes of "MAS*H" on TV Land.

Suzanne knew Alan needed some times when he could simply vege out and relax, and this was one of those times. But she also had a lot to discuss with him in private. So after the second episode ended, she switched off the TV, turned to him, and said, "That was fun, but now it's time to talk."

"Talk?"

"Yes, talk, and just talk. A serious keep-our-clothes-on kind of talk. As your secret guardian angel of sorts, it's good that I check in on your busy sex life from time to time, and I haven't done that for a while."

He readjusted to face her. "Okay, sure. What's on your mind?"

"Hold on. First we go up to your room for some privacy."

"Uh oh."

"Don't worry," she reassured him with a smiling smirk, "my ulterior motives are purely obvious."

He gave her a dubious grin before chuckling. He stood up and headed for the stairs, with Suzanne following.

Once they had relocated to his room, with both of them sitting in chairs near his computer desk, she started by asking, "Remember when Brenda came over for dinner a few nights ago?"

"Sure. How could I not?"

"After she left, I said we should talk about her and what happened, but to give that experience a day to sink in first. Well, the next day I decided against that, because I wanted to show you that we could let you lead the events at the next poker party without my usual scheming and meddling."

He said, "And you did, and I appreciate that. How do you think I fared?"

"Excellent! Great job. But that was Wednesday night and now it's Friday, and we still haven't really talked much about her."

"Um, okay, let's talk. What do you think we should talk about specifically?"

"Well, I'm trying not to meddle and let you take the lead with her. But we do need to check in with each other from time to time to see if our strategy is working or if it needs adjusting. Since she came to dinner, or should I say came AT dinner?" She snickered. "I'd say things are coming along nicely since the last poker party. And what you don't know is that yesterday morning she came to visit me and we had a VERY good meeting ... naked."

"'Naked?!'"

"Naked, in the backyard. Can you just picture her standing there, back arched, tits thrust out, waiting for orders? It's pretty obvious to me that she gets off on being sexually dominated, so I figured that's the best way to have her talk about you."

"Oh, man! And you say tonight is talk only?"

She giggled with glee. "Talk only. Amongst other things, Susan is developing excellent 'spermdar, ' honed in to your particular scent. If I have a turn with you, she's going to want one too. Are you ready for that?"

He looked down at his new erection. "No, but I'm willing to die trying."

She chuckled some more. "We prefer you stay alive. Anyway, that leads to an important question relevant to Brenda: how much do you want to know about things like that? Do you want me to tell you everything that was said in a meeting like that, not to mention the things that happened with her in the last week or so that you still don't know about, such as how Susan came to take all those nude photos of her? Or would you rather remain clueless so you can be pleasantly surprised later? And furthermore, should we be scheming and meddling with her behind the scenes or not?"

"Hmmm." He put a hand on his chin and pondered. "I'm not keen on the scheming, but then when you spring something like those nude photos on me, how can I not love it? I guess ... I guess it depends on our timeframe. Should we rush things with her so we can breathe easy about her knowledge of our ****?"

Suzanne replied, "Actually, I'd say it's the opposite. I think a better way to go is drag things out longer. Right now, she's so hot for you that, next time you see her, if you snapped your fingers and told her to drop to her knees and suck you off, she'd do it. Gladly! And she'd love it!"

He furrowed his brow. "Then what's the problem? Isn't that what we want? That sure as hell sounds good to me!"

She laughed. "Somehow I thought you'd say that. And yes, that IS what we want. But remember, we need to play a long game with her. We don't want her to fall for you for a couple of months and then lose interest. The way I see it, I want her to be one of your PERMANENT helpers! For instance, wherever you move in the years to come, she'll move there too. She'll want to stay with you or near you, because she won't want to live somewhere where she can't serve your cock! That way your secret is forever safe. After all, there's nothing more dangerous than a lover scorned. Trust me - voice of experience here."

The weary way she said that made him wonder yet again what exactly had happened that destroyed her marriage to Eric.

She continued, "But, at the same time, I still don't want her to see you all that much, and Susan doesn't want that either, since that could cut into our time with you. Maybe two or three times a week, say. However, the million-dollar question is, how do we get her so into you that she'll agree to that kind of an arrangement without complaint?"

He whistled in amazement. "Wow! Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?" He pulled at his collar as if he was trying to loosen a tie. The lump in his shorts was actually visibly twitching.

She chuckled. "Hey. Talk only, remember? What I'm thinking is that we need to try something so **** that I've never tried it before: make her soooo horny for you and dedicated to you that it'll be deeply internalized and a part of her psyche. I'm talking about making her so constantly horny that the mere thought of serving your cock and draining your balls will be the first, second AND third reasons she gets up in the morning! She's on her way towards that point, but she'd definitely not there yet."

He felt his mouth fall open in astonishment. "You're kidding me!"

She replied, "I'm dead serious. We have a great opportunity with her due to her need for submission, and I sincerely believe that's what she wants out of life, although so far she's been too afraid to admit that honestly to herself. I really mean it! Yes, it works great for us, but that would be like a living dream for her. So it's win-win. That's my favorite type of scheme."

He groaned. "Oh, man! I'm soooo horny all of the sudden!" He looked down at the lump in his shorts. "How can you talk like that and not expect me to respond?"

"Sorry. I can't help you this time. I would love to, but you need to keep a cool head so you won't let lust rule your thinking."

"Fat chance of that happening now!" He sighed heavily. "Okay, fine. I'll hang in there. I still don't see your point about going slow."

"We've gotta build you up and hype you up even more until she's totally obsessed with the desire to be your sex pet. That doesn't mean you can't play with her fantastic body like you did after the 'tape measuring' at the last party. In fact, that kind of thing is exactly what the doctor ordered. But take it one step at a time. You could fuck her in a heartbeat already, I'm sure. But that wouldn't be wise."

He grunted with lusty frustration. He already anticipated that Brenda would be an incredible fuck. It was like her body was specifically purpose-built for it.

Suzanne continued, "One factor I'm considering is that we've built you up to such a degree that she practically thinks you can walk on water. And we know you don't. Heck, you can't even water ski!" She chuckled at her own joke. "I've told you in the past that it's better to be lucky than good, and you're both, but you're still more lucky than good. Your sexual talents are improving by the day, but you've got a lot of room to improve. In short, you have huge shoes to fill, in her mind. Better to wait for your feet to grow some more before you get really hot and heavy with her so you can live up to at least half the hype. If you can do that much, then her rosy-eyed view of you will make up the rest."

"Wow!" He paused to consider all that. "Aunt Suzy, I'm sure I've told you this before, but you're a friggin' genius! Not only that, you're kind of a scary genius. That's almost diabolical. She has no chance to resist, if we see that plan through. Thank God I'm on your side!"

She grinned. "Yeah, well, I may be a bit scary, but not diabolical, because I don't wish harm on anyone. I love to scheme, and a key to the fun of it for me is my vow to help others and at bare minimum don't hurt anyone. Like I said, 'win-win' schemes are my favorite. It's kind of like playing Santa Claus, enjoying making people happy. I believe that's what I'm doing here with Brenda. I wouldn't be taking this approach if I hadn't found out early on that she's submissive, and I do mean VERY submissive. Now that genie is out of the bottle, it's just a matter of time until she's dominated by SOMEONE. She'll be hard pressed to find someone better than you."

"You think?" His natural modesty made him doubt that.

"I know. Prepare to own your first sex pet!"

He flopped his arms up and down like he was trying to fly. "You can't ... can't say that! It's too ... impossible!"

She snickered at his reaction to that. "Nothing's impossible, if you're clever. Schemers through history have literally sold the Brooklyn Bridge multiple times, to intelligent people, and much more. You have to dare to dream. Fortune favors the bold."

He shook his head in wonder. "So ... what does that mean, to have a 'sex pet?' What, am I going to be responsible for her care and feeding or something?"

She snickered. "But of course. You'll have to feed her your cock and make sure she eats all the cum you give her."

He groaned lustily. "Oh, man!" He glanced pleadingly at the tent in his shorts. "Are you sure you can't, uh, lend a hand or mouth while we talk?!"

"Sorry, not this time; I need your full attention. Now, as far as how to proceed, I'll refrain from doing anything new to push her along. She's well past the point of no return, I'm convinced. Just keep doing what you're doing, and we'll be fine. If she comes to me or Susan about something, then sure, we'll hype you up every chance we get while we talk to her. In fact, Susan mentioned to me that she talked to Brenda at length earlier today, although I haven't gotten the run down on what that was about yet. But we'll leave it at that and otherwise leave things to you at future poker parties and the like. Sounds good?"

"VERY good. Hot damn! Aunt Suzy, please don't be offended, but I'm so fuckin' horny right now! I mean ... I mean ... you're basically saying I'm going to have Brenda as my permanent sex pet! Forever! That's INSANE! BRENDA! She's so fucking STACKED, and curvy, and wet, and everything else!" He clutched at the air in front of him, as if he was squeezing Brenda's J-cup breasts.

Then he reached down to unzip his fly.

But Suzanne held up a hand. "Stop right there! Talk only, remember?"

"Can't I at least give the poor guy some air? Why do you keep using terms like 'sex pet' when you talk about her? You don't like that kind of language. It's like you're trying to make me suffer!"

"Hey, if the shoe fits, wear it. With the women in the family, we're bound together by love, with sex strengthening that. But with her, it's pure sex all the way! So wild sex talk seems fitting."

"Yikes! Down boy!" He playfully swatted towards his crotch, and if it was a wild beast. Then he asked more seriously, "Do you think that could REALLY happen? I can't tell when you're serious and when you're just trying to get a rise out of me."

"You've already risen, that's for sure." Suzanne mock-fanned herself. Then she cautioned, "It should really happen if everything goes as well. And I don't see why it wouldn't. Remember how I said I'd put my private investigator on her?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I got the preliminary results a while back, and the final results just a few days ago. It's kind of a moot point now since we've committed to a course of action with her due to the **** secret problem anyway, but still, it's good to know that there aren't any red flags or skeletons in her closet. She's a well adjusted, kind, smart person. She'll be a delight for all of us to get to know better, especially you, you lucky devil!"

He shook his head in disbelief. "I'm so friggin' lucky! I actually feel bad about it sometimes. I must be upsetting some kind of karmic balance."

"Nah. Life is what you make it. Anyway, the only snag is her son Adrian. Apparently, he has a lot of problems in his life. But don't worry. As part of being a 'good schemer, ' if we're basically going to completely redirect Brenda's life, we'll have to take responsibility of the Adrian problem and make sure he's put on a better path. And kindness reaps rewards, because a happy and well-adjusted Adrian will mean a happy Brenda, which will be good for us."

Alan nodded. "Okay. That's good to hear. By the way, what exactly does your private investigator do to learn so much, anyway?"

She replied rather brusquely, "You don't need to know that. But trust me that it's all perfectly legal. You'd be amazed what you can learn from what's legally floating around. And by the way, speaking of said investigator, note that I decided to investigate the rest of the cheerleaders at your school after all, after you told me you fucked Heather. But these things take time, so I still haven't gotten any response yet. I'm conducting that one a bit differently. The investigator is just looking up public records and that sort of thing, and I'm doing all of the hands-on aspect myself. It's safer that way."

"'Hand-on?'"

"For instance, getting to know people who know them and then using my wiles to find out surprisingly personal details."

"Ah. Damn, you are kinda scary."

"I'm focusing especially on Heather, since she's the main threat. By the way, there's one thing about her that's really puzzling me."

"What's that?"

"How did you end up fucking her in the first place? Please don't be offended, but that seems extremely unlikely to me. I'm surprised she even knew your name! You never tried to befriend her in the slightest, right?"

"Right. And therein lies a tangled tale." He grinned impishly.

"I'm all ears. For once, we've got time."

He was relieved that at least his penis was calming down, finally. "I've been thinking about something you told me regarding Brenda. You pointed out how acting aloof and playing hard to get is highly effective, because people most desire the things that are hard to get. And that nice guys never get the really desirable women because nice guys aren't a challenge; they're too safe and boring."

Suzanne nodded. "Sure, I remember saying that. What about it?"

"I think it's spot on. But there's a problem: if you're a nice guy stuck in the 'friend zone, ' how can you get out? If you act aloof and hard to get, then you'll just be ignored! And if you toot your own horn, then you seem like a jerk and nobody will believe you anyway. So what's the solution there? There may be more than one, I don't know. But with Brenda, what happened there to great effect was that you and Susan hyped me to the heavens. That allowed me to be in a position where I could play hard to get and have it actually work."

"Right. All true. And?"

"And ... that's exactly what happened with Heather. I swear, I didn't say anything to her to interest her in me. Someone else did all the work for me!"

"Aaaah! Now, we're getting somewhere!" Suzanne leaned forward in her seat. "And who is that?"

He frowned. "Before I address that, I have a question about this whole 'playing hard to get' thing. It works great, sure. But what happens once I'm 'gotten?' If people are always striving for something better, won't someone like Brenda get bored and move on?"

"That's the danger," Suzanne replied. "That's why I want to make sure she doesn't lose interest after a while. Seduction is one set of skills, and then you need a whole other set once you're 'gotten.' Luckily, that's where you excel. You're a great guy, kid! You're genuinely kind, smart, and fun to be around. You're a steady rollin' man who hardly ever gets angry or down about anything. That's especially remarkable at your age. But the clincher is your rapidly growing sexual talent. That'll keep you from falling back into the dreaded 'friend zone' with any of your lovers. With Brenda, if you keep drowning her in orgasms and general sexual ecstasy like you do Susan, Angel, or me, you should have no problem. If she's smiling all day long with thoughts of you, then why would she even think of looking for someone else? Why look for 'better' when you already have something great?"

"Thanks. That's really flattering. I'm not all that. But it makes me feel a lot better to hear it anyway."

Chapter 9

"Good. Now, stop trying to change the subject." Suzanne leaned forward in her chair again. "Who hyped you to Heather already?!"

He couldn't meet her eyes, and turned his head sadly. "I'm sorry. I can't tell you that."

"Why the hell not?! You told me about Heather the other day. I promise I won't tell anyone else, not even Susan." Seeing he still wasn't budging, she added, "Am I not your auntie? I'm practically your second mother. I thought we love each other and tell each other everything."

He looked at her plaintively. "We do! We do! But I can't!"

She sat back. "Aaaaah. I get it. It's Katherine, isn't it? Angel started blabbing, and then-"

He interrupted, "No, it's not her. I swear! And it's not Amy either. I swear that too!"

Suzanne stood up due to her frustration. She stared down at him with clenched fists. "Then who? Who?! May I remind you, this is really 'need to know' stuff. It's all fine and dandy that you're living this wild sexual lifestyle, but somebody's gotta watch your back and protect you when things go wrong and you're in over your head, and that's me! And I can't do that if I don't even know what you're doing. Or WHO you're doing. We can't muck around anymore. You need to finally come clean to me about ALL of your lovers!"

Realizing that she probably looked intimidating standing above him like that, she knelt down between his legs and took a softer tone. "Need I remind you about the danger of things like STD's? I know you have your 'don't kiss and tell' policy, and that's admirable, but you have to make an exception for me. It's not just about you. What happens with one of your lovers could affect everyone else."

He sighed wearily. "If I tell you, then someone important to me is going to get in trouble."

"I promise you, nobody will get in trouble, no matter what you say. Learning the truth is more important for me right now. I get the feeling that there's something important here that you're not telling me, something that you're embarrassed about. Which means there's something that could mean trouble, which means there's something I may need to fix!"

He sighed again. "Okay, fine. You win. But I'm holding you to that promise. You can't punish me or anyone else about this, right?"

She nodded impatiently.

"The person who hyped me to Heather was Kim."

Suzanne was puzzled. "Kim? The cheerleader Kim? Kim Fields, right?"

"Right."

"What's the big secret about that? Why could you tell me about Heather but not Kim?"

He sighed yet again. "The problem isn't Kim, per se. You see, Kim is basically lesbian, and everyone knows that. She's dated some guys and fooled around with guys, but she was thoroughly unimpressed and stuck with the other team, so to speak. Then, to make a long story short, she got sexually involved with me, and enjoyed it so much that she bragged about my skills to the other cheerleaders. That's how Heather got interested. She figured that if I fucked an avowed lesbian so well that she started singing my praises, it would be worth giving me a try herself. Without anyone knowing, though, so it wouldn't hurt her social standing."

Still on her knees, Suzanne asked, "So you've fucked Kim?"

"Yeah. Several times already."

"I still don't see what the big secret is."

"I'm getting to that ... saving the worst for last. You see, the reason I was having sex with Kim was, well, it's a long story, involving painted panties and other things, but the gist is she found out I was having sex with Katherine, and kind of got interested from there."

"WHAT?!" Suzanne was truly shocked. "WHAT?! So Kim knows our **** secret too?!"

He nodded sadly. "Just about me and Sis though."

Suzanne stood up and started pacing around. "That's bad! Very bad! That's worse than what I thought, which was Angel creating suspicion by boasting about you. That I might fix, if it's just suspicion. But with this, there can be no doubt about the **** at all!"

He stood up too and held his hands out in a pleading gesture. "Don't worry! It's under control! Turns out Kim is really nice. She understands our concerns about that secret and she's not going to tell anyone. I promise!"

Suzanne stopped her pacing and glared at him. "And how do you know for sure?"

"Lots of reasons. One, she's really nice, like I said. She actually started to **** us, but that only lasted about five minutes before she realized she just isn't that kind of person. Then she started having fun having sex with me, and Sis too. We've had a number of threesomes at her house, where it's safe. That explains a lot of the mysterious check marks on my orgasm chart. And now she's hooked on the sexual fun, just like what we're trying to do to Brenda. And she's become our friend. She's on our side, really!"

Suzanne kept on glaring, with her hands on her hips to boot. "I am NOT happy about this! Why didn't you tell me about this right away?!"

He sheepishly explained, "At the time, you didn't know I'd gotten intimate with Sis, and I didn't know how you'd react to that. This was pretty early on, but still after you and I had gotten intimate. How could I tell you about the problem with Kim without telling you about the sister **** too?!"

"So you've been fucking Angel practically from the beginning? From the time I started giving you handjobs?!"

"Not that far back. Sis saw what was happening between you and me, and me and Mom, and figured I was fair game. She first touched my dick a few days after that first big Tuesday with Mom. Then Kim got involved a few days after that. Sis and I first did it shortly after the first card game with Brenda. I know it's bad, but Sis was so enthusiastic in those early days that Kim picked up on it and figured things out on her own. But she was the only one! We've settled down and we're a lot smarter now."

"Hrrumph!" Suzanne crossed her arms. "You disappoint me. I think of you as mature beyond your years, but sometimes you still act like a foolish kid. You really should have told me! This is as big a problem as the Brenda problem! Now we've got to permanently hook Kim on you too!"

"No we don't. And we can't. She really IS mostly lesbian. Sure, she and I played around some, but she'd never want me as a boyfriend or anything like that. She's simply not that into me or impressed by me, and I don't see that changing. This is a totally different situation than Brenda. Kim's not submissive like Brenda either. And, to be brutally honest, I'm not that much into her either. I was at first, but, Jesus Christ! Since then, all my sexual dreams have come true."

He pictured Kim in his mind, from a time when he'd seen her looking particularly good while formally dressed. "Kim is a girl and you're a woman; you know what I mean? She's pretty and she's cute, but quite skinny. Whereas you're ... va va voom! You're like a living sex goddess! I love your type, the voluptuous type. How can Kim compete? So she and I are more like friends with benefits. What's been binding us together lately are threesomes with Sis. She's probably more interested in Sis than in me."

Suzanne grunted and rolled her eyes. "UNGH! If what you're saying is true, we MIGHT be okay, relatively speaking. But even then, you were flirting with disaster all along! What if Kim hadn't turned out to be so nice? What if she'd been more like Heather?"

"Then I guess I would have been totally screwed," he admitted.

"Yes, and not just you, but everybody. UGH!" She glared at him. "As long as I'm already as pissed at you as I can get, you might as well tell your other painful secrets to me. I said I'm not going to punish you, or Katherine. Let's make that a general one-time amnesty. So who else are you intimate with? No, wait, let me guess: me, Susan, Angel, Kim, Heather, and I think we can already safely include Brenda, given the way you fondled her naked body all over at the last poker party. Oh, and Akami. Am I missing anybody?"

"You know about Akami?"

Suzanne griped, "I can guess well enough, based on Susan's accounts of your appointments. What happened with her today?"

"I fucked her."

"Really?"

"Really."

"GRRR! Dammit!"

"What?! Is that really bad too?"

"No, it's not so bad. Although we have to be very careful about her since she knows about the **** too. Hell, is there anybody who DOESN'T know about that so-called secret?! UGH! No, what pisses me off about what you said is that it seems that everyone is fucking you but me! Angel, Kim, Heather, Akami ... ARRRGH! I have to hold back because Susan and I are practically joined at the hip. If you and I do fuck, she'll know before long, and that'll be a big, big step back in her sexual awakening."

He said, "I'm sorry, I really am. You don't know how much I want to fuck you! Sis is one thing. There's no way I can stop with her now; I love her too much. But I'd gladly never see the other three again for the chance to fuck you just once. I'd love to fuck you every single God-damned day! Multiple times! I just know it's going to be epic!"

Suzanne groaned. "Don't say that! It just makes things more frustrating for me!" She pointed at his face aggressively. "You're damn right it's going to be epic! I'll blow your fucking mind, and you'll blow mine! But unfortunately ... not today."

He repeated sadly, "Not today."

She was looking glum, but then she leaned towards him aggressively. "So is there anyone else I'm missing? Or any other nasty surprises, like someone else knowing about the ****?"

There was one name that he was resolutely determined not to reveal, even if he confessed everything else: Glory's. Due to the danger of her losing her job, he felt the safest thing was to have as few people as possible know, even Suzanne. He figured if there was one woman so exemplary that Suzanne wouldn't need to vet her, it was Glory. And there was one other name, so he tried to deflect his highly perceptive aunt away from Glory by mentioning that name.

He said, "Well, there's one name we're both forgetting: Amy."

Suzanne winced and groaned unhappily again.

"So far, I haven't done that much with her, relatively speaking. But I have done some things with her that involve my dick. And she definitely knows about what we're all doing with each other; there's no doubt about that! Furthermore, I can tell you now that things between her and me are going to develop more and more until we end up fucking. It's just a matter of time. Think about it. She's over here nearly as much as you. She's Sis's best friend, and they talk about everything, just like you and Mom. She's totally fun and easy-going and sexually eager. She's busty and beautiful. She's into me and I'm into her. Most importantly, we both love each other, and have for a long time. So how can it NOT happen?"

There was a long silence as Suzanne took that all in. Then she said, "Why do you have to remind me of all that? In my mind, she's still twelve. Still an innocent girl!"

"But she's not!"

"I know! I know! And I know you're right. I don't see how she won't get involved. Why does she have to grow up so fast? She's not in my vision of the sexual utopia that's forming here."

He said firmly, "Then you need to update your vision."

Trying to throw her off before she could ask if there were any names he'd failed to mention, he said, "Oh, and there's something else you should know, since it's been a while since we had a talk like this. I told you already that I fucked Heather that one time, after she kind of shanghaied me. Well, since then, we've fucked two more times. I've tried to be aloof with her because I really want to be aloof with her! But there's that playing-hard-to-get thing working again. My lack of interest in a repeat performance made her extra eager for one, and once she came onto me, I couldn't resist. So now we've gotta deal with her some more."

Suzanne threw up her hands. "Oh, Alan, Alan, Alan. You should just keep your rampant cock well tended here at home. You're getting into all kinds of trouble with these other women."

"I know. It's kind of a problem. But look on the bright side. It could be worse, a lot worse. For one thing, I haven't done any bragging or boasting at all. I've been very tight-lipped."

"A lot of good that does if people like Kim are talking instead!" She sat back down near him. "Okay, you've given me the very short versions of a lot of things. Now, I want to hear the full stories. It may take a while, but it's important. What happened with you and Kim and Angel, for starters? What's going on with Akami? What's been happening with Heather?"

He asked tentatively, "And what's happening with Amy as well?"

She face-palmed herself. "Maybe not tonight. I can only handle so much at one time. I'm having particular trouble with that one, as you can tell."

So Alan revealed all that had happened with Katherine and Kim, Heather, and Akami. The accounts of his sexual adventures could have been highly arousing, but Alan wasn't horny anymore and Suzanne was still upset, so he told them like any other story. Suzanne asked a lot of questions with a "just the facts, ma'am" attitude.

He felt wrung out by the time he was done. He concluded, "Phew! So there you have it. All my secrets." Minus Glory, that is, he added to himself. "Are you satisfied now?"

"I wouldn't exactly say satisfied. But thank you for sharing and being honest with me. At least now I know the truth about the 'big-titted cheerleaders' that Susan keeps raving about, eh?" She grinned at that.

"Yeah, it turns out to be more like 'big-titted cheerleader, ' singular. Kim isn't what I would call busty. But I still feel I've been honest with the plural because in my mind I've been including Sis and Amy in that too."

Suzanne groaned in misery, her grin gone. "Please don't remind me of Amy any more tonight. Yes, I'm in denial, and yes it's immature, but I need some time to adjust."

"Understood." Trying to wrap up the discussion, he asked, "So, now that you know all about that, what are you going to do about it?"

She shrugged. "What can I do? There are some things I wish you wouldn't have done, but I can't undo the past. I guess it's not so bad, overall. As the saying goes, you're 'young, dumb, and full of cum, ' so you're going to do dumb things like fuck Heather in the middle of a school parking lot!"

He admitted ruefully, "Yeah, that wasn't my brightest moment."

"More important is what you do moving forward. If there's any big development, please let me know, okay? I know you want to be your own man, but if you're so secretive then I can't help you, and sometimes you may need help. Don't let your sexual success go to your head. You still have a lot to learn. Okay?"

"Okay. Thanks. Hug?" He held his arms open wide.

"Hug!" She gave him a firm hug, and then a very enjoyable kiss on the lips. It was brief though, since neither of them were in the mood for serious hanky-panky.

Then she started to go, but stopped and said, "Oh, one last thing."

"What's that?"

"You know those great naked pictures of Brenda? There are a lot more of those. A LOT more. Since you know it's Brenda, are you interested in seeing them all? We might even be able to arrange a 'special viewing' where I suck your cock while your mom tells a rousing story about what she and Brenda were talking about when the pictures were taken. Trust me, it's a VERY rousing story!"

"Oh, man! That sounds triple arousing. But I don't know. It doesn't feel right. I don't think Brenda would be happy about that."

With her hands on her hips, she asked, "So let me get this straight. You're part of a scheme to turn her into your sex pet, forever, and you're okay with that, but you have a problem with seeing some nude pictures of her that she gave to us?"

"Hmmm. If you put it that way, it does seem silly. But there's a difference. We're scheming because exploring her submissive side will make her very happy as well as me. That falls under your moral 'good scheme' rule. Whereas if I see the photos, there's no real point to it except I'd be getting my jollies. That doesn't seem so moral."

"Damn. Good point. I guess I'm not as moral as you, but at least I'm still kind of moral-ish." She winked.

He chuckled, and joked, "Emphasis on '-ish.'"

Once she was alone, she thought, So he's got seven lovers now? Hrm. I must say, I underestimated him again. I didn't think he could seduce any women without my behind-the-scenes scheming, but he's fucked Kim AND Heather without my involvement. True, that was due to a series of fairly bizarre events, but it did happen. We'll have to see where he goes from here, I suppose. I'm worried that he's totally ruled by his dick, and I'm probably partly to blame for that by letting him enjoy so much success so fast. But then again, he declined my offer to see the uncropped Brenda photos. At least he has some self-restraint.

Alan was in bed by nine o'clock, not long after Suzanne left. He was tired after another eventful and successful sexual day.

Susan came in to give him another goodnight kiss and tuck-in, but he wasn't up for very much. She'd dressed in a see-through nightgown that was open in the front down to her belly button. She explained with a wink, "I want to make sure nothing will come between your dick and my big tits, if you know what I mean. My nipples have been like two bullets all day, thinking about how you fucked my tits last night and really showed me that they completely belong to you."

She made it extremely clear that nothing would make her happier than another titfuck, but despite more sexy words and thrusting her chest so far forward that she nearly fell over, he just wasn't feeling up to it.

They just French kissed for a while, and his "tuck-in" was actually just that this time: little more than her tucking him in.

But after she left, he thought, Last night was a lot of fun when I sneaked into Sis's room and had a nice sixty-nine with her. I felt pretty crappy when I went to sleep, but when I woke up in the middle of the night I sure felt rarin' to go. Not only that, but I've only cum three times today and just four yesterday. I have to do better. It's still way early. What if I set my alarm clock for two hours from now and see how I feel?