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Later, when Alan was alone, he found himself thinking, Simone is cool. I like her a lot! If I were able to turn back the clock to when I was a virgin and all the awesome stuff that's happened to me since then had never happened, it would be pretty cool to have her as a girlfriend. Of course, there's no way that could happen now. For starters, not even Simone could beat Amy in my book. But still, Simone is someone I could have great fun with both in AND out of bed. Who cares if she's black? That's just an exotic bonus as far as I'm concerned, and screw what other people might think.
I don't get why she's best friends with Heather though. She openly admits that Heather is a major bitch. Yet she doesn't seem to mind in the slightest. Weird. I do know they go way, way back to when they were little kids, so maybe that explains it. And they are lovers too, so that could put a whole different spin on it. Love makes people do strange things, to say the least.
Maybe Simone could help me with more than just the STD issue. Dealing with Heather is like dealing with a ticking time bomb. Simone could be key in understanding her and even defusing her. Especially now that Simone and I have fucked, that opens up all kinds of possibilities. Hmmm...
Sweetness!
To Alan's surprise, he had to go back to class a couple of hours later. His wounds weren't serious enough to merit being sent home. He'd gotten quite lucky and had little serious damage despite all the hard punches thrown at him.
Lunch with Glory turned out to be another mostly wordless cuddle session. Alan again lay next to Glory and held her tight while she held him. Both of them were naked, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies, but because of his wounds he wasn't up for anything more.
At one point, he thought to himself, In the greater scheme of things, this isn't all that bad. It was a wake up call. I've been getting so full of myself, and this brings me back to reality. Yes, Alan, a lot of girls think you're a super fucker, but life can still kick you in the balls. All too literally. Ouch. I just want to go home and get this lousy day over with. And the homework still hangs over my head. Fuck! What a lousy week. At least I have fucking Mom to look forward to. Just a couple of more days...
And tonight, Brenda AND Xania are coming over. That's nice. I can drown my sorrows in Brenda's fluffy tit-pillows if nothing else. At least, that is, if I'm feeling better by then.
He recalled where he was, in Glory's arms, and thought, If only Glory could hear what I'm thinking, man, would I be in trouble. She'd probably kick my ass even worse than Rock did. I have a feeling there's more trouble brewing, and this Glory situation is going to explode. What can I do to stop that? This time, I have to be smarter and stop whatever happens before it happens. All the cheerleaders know about Glory and me now, and that's far too many people in the know. Word is going to leak and leak, until finally, bam!
I really should talk to Glory about it. She doesn't even know the threat against her. We need to work out a joint strategy, especially against Heather. I feel like this humiliation I went through today is just the tip of the iceberg and a lot more shit like this is about to hit the fan. This fucked up society I live in simply will not allow someone like me to break so many taboos. The backlash is beginning. But I just don't have the mental energy to discuss it today. I'm going to go home and drown my sorrows in tit-flesh and just fuck away the blues, and then try harder tomorrow.
Alan still didn't know about Heather's confrontation with Glory the day before. Had he known, he wouldn't have wasted any time doing something about it. Heather was busy marshaling her allies to be called on to assist if needed while still deciding the best approach to take. But there was no doubt she planned to "take out" both Amy and Glory sooner rather than later.
He had one thing to do before he left school: his meeting with Heather in the theater room immediately after school.
Alan was with Katherine since they were going home together, but Heather insisted that Katherine wait outside until they finished. She wore the same short cut-off Levi's and turquoise tank top she'd worn all day.
Alan explained his wounds to Heather, and then said to her, "That's why I'm coming to you. I was hoping you could help somehow, and get the football players off my back. Even if Rock is expelled, there'll be others. In fact, they'll hate me more for getting him expelled and kick my ass just for that."
Heather seemed moody. "Oh, so now you're coming to 'Cunt Girl' and asking for help, huh? Whatever happened to 'Cunt Girl' being too stupid to walk or talk?"
"Heather, that's just talk to spice up the sex, and you know it. Do you want me to treat you like that during sex, or what? Just tell me to stop and I'll stop."
Heather walked up and stroked a finger on the underside of his chin. That made him uncomfortable - it was literally like she was toying with him. "I didn't say stop. But you can hardly call it talking during sex when you fucked Simone instead of me! That makes me mad. And a mad Heather is not a helpful Heather."
"Heather, I'm sorry, but that was your idea to invite her and offer her to me. Can we focus here? I know you can help. What do you want in return for helping?"
Suddenly she turned on the charm. "Want? Now, why would I want anything? I'll do it for you just because we're friends."
"Heather, come on. We both know you want stuff from me."
She spoke surprisingly tenderly. "As a matter of fact I do, but most of all, I want you to like me. Is that so hard? To maybe even consider me for a girlfriend if you and Amy should somehow break up? That's all I ask. And if you should fuck me more often, I sure wouldn't mind."
"Heather, I'd love to, but I can't anytime soon with this twenty-page paper over my head."
Heather pouted and griped, "Twenty-page paper this, twenty-page paper that. That's been your excuse all week. I'll get the boys off your case no strings attached, but what if I get rid of that nasty homework assignment for you too? Don't you think I'd deserve some extra special something for that?"
Alan laughed. "YOU? You would write my paper? Heather, you don't even do your own homework..." A slow dawning hit him. "Oh, I get it. You'd outsource my paper to one of your nerdy admirers. Clever."
Her face was now inches from his, and she breathed her minty breath onto his cheek. He was sure that the way she leaned forward, causing her heavy tits to dangle in the tight tube top in front of his face, was no accident. Her nipples stuck out almost as obviously as if they'd been Brenda's ever-erect projectiles, and it was clear to Alan that Heather wore no bra. He once again pondered how she managed to flaunt the school's dress code so openly.
She said, "Now you get it. What if you spend the time you would have spent on writing that fucking me instead? Isn't that a fair trade? I have certain ... needs. Especially anal needs. Would it kill you so much to help me out with them? I mean, I'll probably have to kiss some total nerd on the cheek for a twenty page paper. Talk about disgusting!"
"Hey. I'm a nerd of sorts."
"Maybe I should assign you to do the paper then." She thought about that and laughed at the absurdity of the idea. "And let's make it just you and me next time. Sharing didn't exactly work out. We can get started right now."
She stepped back and slid her Daisy Duke cutoffs down so he could see her blonde bush. She knew he was a breast man, so she cupped her tits and pushed them out towards him as well. "So. What do you say?"
Alan had never cheated on his school work before, and he considered the paper "outsourcing" cheating. He knew he'd feel guilty about it, but felt he had no choice. He felt that it would be wise to extricate himself from Heather altogether.
Furthermore, after talking to Suzanne the night before about the danger of sexual diseases, he'd prepared an ultimatum: either Heather stop having sex with anyone else, or he'd stop having sex with her. But looking at the haughty beauty standing there cupping her boobs with her shorts down to her knees and a desperate gleam in her eye, there was just no way he could say no to partaking in more of her body. He wasn't even willing to present the ultimatum, because he was almost certain that she'd refuse. Besides, after talking to Simone, he wasn't so sure if an ultimatum was the best idea at this time.
So he said reluctantly, "I'll take that deal. But I'll have to pay you back tomorrow. Look at my wounds. I have to go home and tend to them. I'm hurting all over and everything is sore. And Katherine's waiting."
Normally she would have pushed to get her way, but he had a very good excuse with his wounds. So she said, "Fair enough. I was afraid you'd say that. Those do look pretty nasty. Pay back tomorrow, and the next day, and beyond. Agreed? Just keep me on your regular fuck list. Your ASS fuck list, especially. And I'll get rid of those nasty football players. You should realize that I'm really your best friend. Could Amy do the things I do for you? No. Think about that." She pulled her cutoffs up and down comically as if they were eyebrows and she was repeatedly wiggling them.
That gave Alan a strong urge to rip them off and stuff her slit. Then he thought that he'd prefer to give her a solid assfucking. But he kept his resolve and said as calmly as he could manage, "Heather, maybe I misjudged you. I still say you're a bitch, but maybe you're a bitch with a heart of gold in there somewhere."
She really liked that comment, and they parted on good terms.
But inwardly, Alan thought, "Heart of gold?" I'm really laying it on thick. I don't think she has a heart, period. But if that's what it takes to get Heather's help, I'd better do it. Considering that she's already fucked half the football team, she can get them to do anything by denying or offering more nookie. She doesn't do anything for anyone out of the goodness of her heart, no matter what she says. Once Friday is over I'll be a free man without this homework cloud over my head, and I'll be able to deal with her better, on more even terms. And hey, if I have to fuck her more often, like she said, it's not exactly going to kill me.
I can't believe she'd seriously think I'd even consider ever being her boyfriend though! What chutzpah she has, I'll give her that. I mean, she's hot, there's no doubt about that. Had she toyed with her ass and bent over to show me her naked ass, I would have lost it altogether. But her heart is so black. No way!
Meanwhile, Heather thought, Okay. I'm starting to change Alan's perception of me and proving myself indispensable to him. I've got to keep doing nice things. "Nice." I'm capable of nice. I really am. Meanwhile, knock Glory and Amy out of the running without leaving any fingerprints. And how to use my blackmail material without losing the nice image I need to get him to willingly be my boyfriend? Maybe blackmail those around him, so he'll never know. Yes! For instance, use the incest evidence on Katherine instead of on him, and in a subtle way.
This unexpected assault on him plays right into my hands. I can say, "Look, Kathy, you wouldn't want more harm to come to Alan, would you? What if those guys found out what you and he are doing with each other? He'd be lucky to get to jail before they kill him! Don't you think you two should just lay low with each other for a few months, and let me handle things?" It's perfect!
Then doubts began to hit her. But what if I fail? I never fail, ultimately, but I'll admit that I've had some bumps in the road lately when it comes to him. "Sharing didn't exactly work out" - that's an understatement! I really thought that if I couldn't compete with the emotional closeness he has with his sister, and maybe Glory or Amy too, I could make up for it with sheer quantity of quality pussy. But that sure backfired. Now Simone's all hot for him and I don't have a good feeling about that.
Just who is he sleeping with behind my back, anyways? Are there others beyond those three and the rest of the cheerleaders, and if so, what exactly are they doing to each other? I thought I was the only one with the skills and contacts to arrange an orgy, but maybe orgies are old hat for him, for all I know.I need more information! I hardly know the guy at all except for the all important fact that I must have him as mine. He could have some fetish or passion that I could totally use to my advantage. I need to snoop, and dig up more dirt. I can't have another setback. If he finds out about my blackmail plan especially, my whole "nice girlfriend" plan will be ruined and then some, and then where will I be? Without a steady supply of quality fucking, that's where!
I mean, it's not like there aren't other guys, and no one can expect me to be loyal to just one man, even if it's Alan. But why are so many guys in this school such utter losers in bed? Fucking them gets so routine, and about the only plus to it is it's better than no fucking at all. Five minutes and out. "A female orgasm? What's that?" I'd rather be with true girls than those girly-men. At least they know how to go down and lick.
Now, Alan, he's in a whole different class. He really knows how to get me going. God, my ass! I can still practically feel his thick tree trunk up there. No one else even seems to know what anal sex IS, but he fucks my ass like he was born to do nothing but fuck it! He's slipping away from me with this "gotta spend more time with Glory" crap, and meanwhile my ass is so unfilled. It's been DAYS since he last fucked it and meanwhile all I'm left with to fuck are these losers like Rock. Spare me. Puh-lease! I couldn't even keep up the pretense anymore with that king of losers. Thank God that ordeal is over. I don't care if I don't win Homecoming Queen if it means I had to spend another month trying to get Rock's pathetic little noodle at least semi-hard. Too bad Alan didn't knock him on his ass. Anyways, I'll find another way to be the school queen than going with the star quarterback. I always win. Always!
Except for these damn setbacks with Alan. He's mocking me the way he fucked Simone right in front of my face yesterday, and it pisses me off. Nobody mocks me. I can't lose him. Period. I never lose, because I have the guts, the brains, and the looks. And most importantly, Lady Luck absolutely loves me. I don't care what it takes, but he is going to be all mine!
Chapter 2When Alan came home accompanied by Katherine, there was a big scene.
Susan fretted over him like a mother hen, and immediately called Suzanne over from next door.
Suzanne fretted in a similar fashion, and then Amy came over and fretted too. Suzanne especially stared at him like he'd been repeatedly run over by a car and was on life support. Even she was surprised by the intensity of her reaction.
He thought, Wow, Aunt Suzy really loves me! And not just as my auntie. She's IN love with me. I can't get over it, because she's such a goddess. She could do so much better than me. But I guess there's no explaining love.
There wasn't much any of the women could do, because in fact Alan's wounds were superficial. He had some bruises to the face that would last a couple of days, but other than that, he was fine.
Of course he was obliged to show his penis and balls to everyone, since he'd been kicked there.
Many hands checked to make sure it was still okay despite the kicking it received, and that it could get just as hard as usual. His balls were fondled extensively to make sure they were okay.
He complained, "Do you all love me, or just my dick?"
Suzanne responded while stroking his dick back to semi-hardness, "Oh, Sweetie, don't be so sore. Of course we all loved you dearly long before your medical treatments started and any of us even touched Alan Junior. But of all the body parts to injure, why did it have to be this one? Can you blame us for having a certain special fondness for it?"
Susan suggested, hopefully, "Perhaps a blowjob or two could help it get better?"
Alan just rolled his eyes. "No, Mom. It just needs time."
With everyone reassured, he went to take a nap.
However, Suzanne followed him upstairs. As they walked up the stairs together, she said, "Don't worry, I know you need your rest. But I just wanted to find out how it went with presenting your ultimatum to Heather today?"
He dropped his head. "It didn't. I wimped out."
Suzanne huffed with dismay, "Sweetie! Come on. Don't let me down. Don't let all of us down. Fucking someone promiscuous like her is like playing Russian roulette!"
He groaned. He stopped, because they'd reached the door to his bedroom. "I know, I know. I'm sorry. But it's complicated." He proceeded to briefly tell her about his conversation with Simone while they both stood by his door.
After Suzanne heard all that, she smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. "Well, at least there's some progress there. I'm glad that you're taking the STD issue seriously. But still, I think you need to deal with Heather more directly. Maybe not an ultimatum. Now that you mention it, I think Simone is right that that could backfire, given Heather's personality. Instead, present it like this. Tell Heather, 'Hey, I'd have sex with you more often, but I'm concerned about the STD risk if you're sleeping around with lots of other people. The more you cut that down, the more I'm likely to have sex with you."
His face brightened. "Hey, that's a good idea." He gave her a hug. "Thanks! Aunt Suzy, you're so clever. I'll definitely give that a try. I love it!"
She gave him a friendly squeeze back, but she was careful to keep it merely loving and platonic, due to his need for a nap. "No worries. I understand how you're feeling overwhelmed, especially after getting harassed by a bully. But don't forget that we're here to help. We all love you and we're standing by you."
"Thanks. I love you too!" He gave her a kiss, but again it was just an expression of love and not a sexual invitation.
He went into his bedroom alone.
Suzanne had to fight the urge to cry. She tended to get weepy whenever she heard him say "I love you." She was pissed at herself that she merely told him "we all love you" instead of directly stating "I love you."
She started to walk away, but then she changed her mind and followed him into his bedroom.
He was already in bed and obviously ready to go to sleep right away.
But Suzanne sat down on the edge of his bed and took his hand in hers. "Sweetie? I know this might not be the best time to talk. You're tired, and you've got a lot on your mind. But I have kind of a pressing issue, an important issue. it may not seem pressing to you, but it's something I feel I need to resolve one way or another, fairly quickly."
"Okay. Hit me with it. But please make it quick; I'm fading fast."
"It's about Brenda. I have kind of a wild idea. And keep in mind it's just a wild idea at this point. I haven't discussed with anyone yet except Susan. What would you think if ... in addition to Brenda having sex with you, she were to have sex with her son Adrian too?"
There was a very long pause. Then Alan replied, "Okay."
"What? Really? That fast? Are you SURE?"
"Sure I'm sure."
"I was not expecting that at all. Why are you so quick to agree to that?"
"A couple reasons. First, I am soooo tired. And I don't just mean I'm dying to take a nap right now kind of tired, although there is that. I'm tired in a larger sense, every day, because I've way over extended myself. I'm stretched thin till I feel like friggin' cellophane. Mind you, I love every minute of every day. Love it, love it, love it! I wouldn't change one minute for the world. But I know it can't keep going on like this. I'm gonna collapse of exhaustion before too long, literally! There are just too many wonderful and beautiful women in my life. A total embarrassment of riches."
He went on, "I hate to be cruel about it, but tough choices have to be made. I have to decide who I really want to spend my time with. And I don't have to think about that for more than a second. The women I really love are you, Mom, Sis, and Amy. Not in that order, mind you, 'cos there is no order since I love all of you more than one can measure. And Glory. I have to admit that Glory is in there too."
"That's five women right there!" He opened his eyes wide, as if he just realized that for the first time. Obviously, he knew that already, but it stunned him all over again from just thinking about it. "Five amazing, heartbreakingly lovely women. If I can somehow hold on to all five of you, that would be some kind of epic achievement to write ballads and poems about. Brenda is great. She's sexy as hell with her curvy and cute body. But my life will go on just fine without her. I can't say the same about you, or any of the other four."
He grinned impishly as he added, "And Hell, I have to admit it, I'm a horn dog. This way, maybe I can have my cake and eat it too. Hopefully, I could still have sex with Brenda from time to time, but probably not all that often if she's got Adrian, since she lives with him and all. You told me she's only supposed to come here a couple of times a week anyway, due to Mom's jealousy of her boob size and all that. So it wouldn't be fair for me to force her to refrain from all sex outside of that. This would be safer than having her dating random guys."
Suzanne said, "That's what Susan and I are thinking, that we could get back to the original idea with her, with her coming to the house a couple of times a week. You know, poker parties and fashion shows and the like."
His smile widened. "Cool. Sounds like a plan. But I also have my second reason, which is probably even more important."
"What's that?"
"Aunt Suzy, I'm blessed. So damn blessed. And lucky as hell. My whole life changed for the better thanks to that six-times-a-day diagnosis. Things are so great for me that it's pretty much beyond belief, even if I am stretched thin. How I wish every guy my age could have a fraction of my good luck. Obviously, that's impossible. For one thing, there aren't nearly enough bombshell beauties like you to go around. But maybe I could spread the joy to one other guy: Adrian."
Alan's smile widened even more as he pondered that. "Geez, can you imagine? That would be so cool. I've talked to Brenda about Adrian some, like that day you, her, and me were hanging out in your backyard, before Mom came back from church and busted us. You remember that?"
"But of course."
"I got the impression that he's a pretty sad and lonely kid. Kind of like how I was before, only times ten. And I'm sure he's totally in lust with his mother. How could he not be, with a mom like Brenda?"
Suzanne said, "I'm sure you're right on both counts. Of course I was paying attention when you talked to her that day, and I've talked to both Susan and Brenda about Adrian on other occasions. In particular, this morning I talked to Brenda at great length about all kinds of things to try to feel out if this idea of mine could work. Adrian is a sad and troubled boy. Brenda, unfortunately, means well, and she loves him, but she's been a terrible mother. Her parents spoiled her and she was basically raised by a maid, so as so often happens the cycle repeats and Adrian has been spoiled and basically raised by a maid. The same maid, as a matter of fact. Maybe I'm looking at things through rose-colored glasses, but my gut feeling is that having sex with his mother could make him into a new man, just like it did for you."
Alan said brightly, "Yeah! I could believe it, for sure! Aunt Suzy, you don't know the deal. Incest is AMAAAAZING! Actually, I'm sure that in most cases it sucks, 'cos it's usually bad stuff like a creepy parent forcing his or her way on an unwilling child. But where it's a mutual feeling, bathed in love, like what happened to me? AMAZING! And that's how it would be between Brenda and Adrian, I'm sure. It makes me all excited thinking about how happy we could make both of them by doing this. It's like handing someone a $100 million winning lottery ticket, only better! Seriously!"
Suzanne squeezed his hand. "That's all good. I'm proud to see you show such a giving spirit. But if we were to do this, problems are bound to arise. From all I know of you, you're just not good at sharing your women."
He was quick to reply, "True. But Brenda's not one of 'my women.' If it were you, Sis, Amy, Mom, or Glory, forget it. No way! Not in a million years. I know I'm a hypocrite, given all the sexual partners I've been having, but that would break my heart. I love all of you too much."
Suzanne squeezed his hand again, and smiled.
"But I can deal with sharing in other cases. For instance, Heather. It's true I'm not keen on sharing her with others, but that's mainly because of the sexual disease issue. We've worked out a sharing deal where she can sleep with a limited few others. And that's because I don't love her. I'm not close to loving her. And I like Brenda a lot, definitely much more than I like Heather, but I'm not close to loving her either."
Suzanne pointed out, "You say that now, but you've only known her a short time. Relationships evolve. It's inevitable. Knowing you, odds are you'll get to like her more and more, the more you get to know all of her and not just her extremely fuckable body."
"True. You're probably right. Already I get that she's a really nice person. It's just that she's a little spoiled from all her money and her good looks. But I really, really doubt I'll come to love her even half as much as I love you. And if that starts to happen, we can rethink this arrangement. But here's the bottom line. I can do without Brenda. Easily. I mean, she's nice, and VERY sexy, but I barely know her, much less love her. Whereas I'm almost certain that Adrian needs her sexually even if he and Brenda don't realize it yet."
He concluded, "I'm trying to grow up, and do the right thing. It's tempting to just say: mine, mine, mine! I seem to have some kind of sexual charisma, and I've fallen in bed with more remarkable and totally gorgeous women than I can shake a stick at."
Suzanne couldn't help but joke, "You do shake your stick at them a great deal. Not to mention even more poking and impaling."
He chuckled. "I walked right into that one. Anyway, it's tempting to say I want them all. For instance, Xania's an incredibly sexy woman. I want her to be mine and mine alone. And Heather. And Simone, her best friend. She's great too. And Christine. Definitely Christine, and screw the consequences! Hell, throw Kim in there. And Akami. And so on and on. But that's just unbounded selfishness. For one thing, most of them wouldn't go for that. And even if they somehow did, it's just not physically possible for me. I'm already stretched waaaay too thin, like I was saying before."
He concluded, "But the main thing is, I don't love any of them. Well, I probably do love Christine, but things couldn't work out with her for a thousand reasons. I need to be realistic. It's time I start making the tough choices. Call it triage, if you will. With what you suggest with Brenda, it's brilliant, because I'll only have to half let Brenda go."
They talked about it some more, with Suzanne pointing out all of the possible drawbacks that she could think of. But none of her arguments were enough to get Alan to change his mind.
Ultimately, he was an optimist. He knew the situation was an almost certain set up for big trouble later, but he had faith that everything would work out well for everyone involved in the end.
Despite Suzanne's reputation for being the most jaded of those in the "true" Plummer house family, she felt much the same. She was even more cognizant than Alan of the many ways this arrangement was likely to blow up eventually, but she also felt in her gut that it was the right thing to do.
There was one important factor that Alan found too awkward to discuss: everything that he'd heard about Adrian gave him the impression that Adrian was timid, if not downright wimpy. So Alan felt free to be generous and experimental, because he didn't see Adrian as any kind of threat.
Chapter 3Susan was extremely disappointed that Alan wasn't up for anything sexual, because she and Suzanne had hardly touched each other all morning. Both of them were recovering from too much dildo fun in the past two days. Now that everyone was home, Alan's injuries ruined any erotic mood that might have developed.
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