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When Alan awoke it was still dark. He hit his alarm clock to make it stop ringing, and then looked at it. 5:30 in the morning?! What the fuck?! Why did I set the alarm so early?!

But then it all came back to him. First, he remembered the incredible poker party, and especially the participation of Brenda and Xania. Then he remembered fucking Brenda just before going to bed. Finally, he remembered his plan to fuck Xania early in the morning, before he had to go to school. He chuckled to himself. Oh yeah. So THAT'S what I was thinking. Friggin' awesome!

He was still sleepy, so he continued to lie in bed. But his heart started to race as he thought about Xania. Dang. All I can think about is her incredibly long tongue wrapped around my dick, lashing it like a whip. And her pussy! She's a great fuck. If I really want to, I could be balls-deep in her within the next five minutes. Or I could go back to sleep and get the rest I so desperately need. Xania can wait until later, right? I'm totally sexed out as it is, aren't I?

He could feel his penis engorging. Yeah, right! As if I'd miss out. Hot damn! She's just too tempting! I'm totally gonna regret the lack of sleep when I'm sitting in class later, or doing my homework, but there's no way in Hell I can miss this chance.

He was still feeling groggy and listless. In addition to not getting much sleep, the poker party had been an endless pleasure but also tiring. So he went to the bathroom across the hall and took a quick shower to fully revive himself. He put on a bathrobe, with nothing underneath. Then he went to go wake Xania so he could fuck her. She was staying in the little-used guest bedroom just down the hall.

Alan knocked. Hearing no sound, he went in. He could tell by the way her arms were positioned under the covers that she wasn't tied up anymore. He kept the light off, but went to the edge of her bed and gently shook her awake. "Xania. Xania. Sorry to bother you..."

"But you'd like to fuck me?" Xania laughed good-naturedly as she opened her eyes. She pulled her sheets down a bit, showing Alan that she had slept in the nude. "Don't worry. I was already awake and trying to get back to sleep. I guess I was thinking the same thing as you. You know the old saying: the early bird gets it in every hole."

He laughed as he turned on the light by her bed stand. "Actually, that's not the way they taught it to us."

She replied cheekily as she playfully stuck her tongue out a bit, "You were probably learning about the other kind of bird, then." She picked up her glasses from her bed stand and put them on.

Seeing her tongue reminded him again of how it had felt so unusually long in her blowjobs the night before. He'd been too shy to ask earlier with others around, but now he said, "Xania, I know this may seem like kind of a rude thing to ask, but can you stick your tongue out as far as it can go?"

Xania did so with a naughty smile. It was a long tongue. Incredibly long. She flicked it about to show how dexterous it was as well. She showed that she could actually touch the tip of her nose with it.

He gasped in surprise. "Holy fuck! That's inhuman!" It reminded him of movies where a person turns out to be a demon or devil and exposes the fact that they have a lizard-like tongue. But he wasn't horrified, just aroused. He already had some idea what her remarkable tongue could do, especially since he'd enjoyed Suzanne's similarly lengthy tongue quite a lot.

Pulling it back in, she said, "Ask Suzanne about my nickname back in college sometime. Everybody called me 'The Snake.'"

"I can see why! Jesus H. Christ! Suzanne mentioned your nickname to me already. Speaking of her, I think yours is even longer than hers, and I thought she had a long one." He was honestly blown away.

Xania didn't want to dwell on her tongue, especially given how long she'd been waiting for him to fuck her, but she couldn't resist adding, "Yeah, she's got a long one, but not quite as long as mine. Just wait until the two of us give you a double blowjob though!" She licked around her mouth, showing off her tongue length and dexterity. She purred, "And you know we will."

Alan appeared to get lost in thought with that idea. A dreamy expression suffused his face. That double blowjob idea sounded so great that he found himself actually contemplating sneaking into the Pestridge house in the middle of the night to wake Suzanne up so they could do that right now.

Xania suddenly stopped her sexy licking, and prodded him, "Come on! Less talking and more fucking." In the dim light, she patted the spot on the bed next to her.

Alan walked across the room to turn more lights on. He explained, "I want to clearly see every last inch of you." Then he slid out of his robe and got in bed next to her. He simply cuddled up against her, for starters, and found her body welcoming and warm. It made him long for the day when he'd be able to sleep with his mother or sister every night, or even both of them together.

He felt her up all over. But not surprisingly given that he was a "tit man," his hands focused on her 38G breasts. "Xania, before we start, I want to get to know who you are."

She chuckled. "You just want to get to know my boobs!" She was lying there with her hands behind her head, giving him total access to her chest.

He grinned, and ran his fingers across her tummy and along her sensitive undersides. "Yeah, that too. But seriously, I mean, at first I thought you were a psychologist, but then you surprised the heck out of me by fucking me in the middle of my consulting session. Then last night you admirably played one role so well that I was sometimes believing that, but other times reminding me of what we did before. So what are you really like as a person?"

Xania said with an expressionless face, "I'll give you the brief version while you tie me up again."

"What? I thought you weren't into that." He pinched her nipples.

She reached down and caressed his boner, since she knew she wouldn't be able to do any more of that soon. "I'm not especially, though the things Katherine and Amy did to me have me changing my tune a bit. They're so much fun to be with. But they said you had planned to fuck me that way, and they only agreed to finally release me if I promised to get tied up again when I woke up. I try to keep my promises."

"Oh. Well then, fair enough." Yeay, Sis and Aims! I owe you two for this one. He let go of Xania's breasts and looked around. She conveniently had the same rope used the night before on her bed stand, so he began tying her up with it. He was particularly curious about roping someone up after hearing Brenda explain her bondage and domination fetishes last night.

Meanwhile, Xania made up a false history about her past, since she didn't want him to know the full truth, that she had no professional psychologist experience or training whatsoever. "Don't think of me as a psychologist so much as a sex therapist. You know how crazy L.A. is - they even have drive-through pet cemeteries. I'm an unusual therapist. I counsel people on their love lives. Sometimes I do couples, sometimes individuals."

He asked, "Excuse me, but could you put your hands behind your back?"

"Sure." She did so, letting go of his erection in the process. She continued, "But I'm very unorthodox, and very sexually active. If someone comes to me and they're obviously very lonely, my best therapy may be to literally fuck 'em. I end up having sex with some of my patients, as you no doubt noticed firsthand on your initial visit. I hope that doesn't shock you." She was describing the job she wished she had instead of what she actually did.

He spoke while continuing to tie her up. "Xania, at this point nothing could possibly shock me. That explains why you encouraged incest, at least. I guess you're often looking for the pro-sex solution."

"Yes. I'm almost always looking for the pro-sex solution, as long as it doesn't harm anyone. Sex is perfectly healthy and wonderful. Good sex creates strong emotional bonds, and fixes many problems. I have a very strong sex drive. I knew Suzanne in college, as you know, and we're very much alike. People even say we look quite alike, especially from the neck down." She teased, "Not that you'd know anything about that."

She playfully nudged him with an elbow to emphasize that point, though it wasn't easy with her newly limited movement, as Alan was already making progress tying her up.

He'd just managed to tie her hands together behind her back, but then he'd gotten distracted by running his hands over her shapely back and ass. Her nudge got him back to working on the rope to secure her arms from being able to move as well.

She continued, "Just like Suzanne, I absolutely love the Plummer family. I'd be delighted to advise you all on your problems, sexual and otherwise, any time you like. The only recompense, if you can even call it that, is that I'd like to be rewarded with the occasional fuck, just as I am about to be right now. Or at least I might, if you'll ever finish fussing with those ropes and tie me up properly. You'd think that, being a Boy Scout, you'd be better at tying things up. Don't you have a merit badge for tying knots, or something?" She smirked. "Or, knowing you, do you have the 'Binding Up Busty Vixens' merit badge?"

"I wish. I don't remember that one in my 'Scouting for Boys' book," he joked. "Sorry. Almost there." He was so eager to fuck that he wasn't concentrating well on the rope task. Despite his growing number of sexual experiences, he hardly felt jaded at all, and he still got quite excited at the prospect of what he was sure would be another great fuck. This was particularly true since he didn't get to experience actual vaginal fucking all that often.

"You could probably go faster if you took your finger out of my pussy," Xania noted with amusement. She was enjoying the fingering, but knew that she'd enjoy a good fucking much more.

"Oops. Sorry." Indeed, with Xania lying on her back now and her legs spread, he hadn't been able to resist the temptation of exploring her juicy pussy. But he brought both hands back to the task of tying her hands behind her back.

Xania continued, "Oh. And another thing. Everyone living in L.A. aspires to be in Hollywood, and I'm no different. I started getting some acting jobs due to my looks, and now I act here and there. Usually R-rated or even X-rated stuff, though generally tame stuff like you might see with original cable channel programming. It's generally pretty sexual, because they're afraid to put a full-bodied woman like myself into a normal film. I try to stay away from the honest-to-God porn though. Once you do full on porn, you're kind of marked, and it becomes very hard to get any non-porn work. You're most likely to see me in something like a racy teen spring break movie. By the way, that's one reason why I enjoyed last night so much, because it let me play another role. I honestly love to act."

Here she was being honest, except for the implication of accidentally falling into part-time roles. This was really all she did: acting when she could, and partying during the big down times between jobs. She also was taking classes to become a dental assistant, but she wasn't very dedicated about it. She figured she could be fairly straightforward with Alan. With Susan, she'd have to tread a bit more carefully and craft a less honest story, since Susan believed in Xania's prudish persona.

He was impressed. "Wow, Xania. You live a really interesting life. I'm totally going to have to check out some of your films. And you've come to me like an angel from heaven, because I could really use someone to talk to right now."

"You're gonna have to wait on that one, because I see you've got me all tied up, and just like a coin-operated fortune teller, you've got to put something in to get me to talk. Except my slot needs something much bigger and thicker than a coin." Her voice dripped with sex and innuendo.

He looked around and pretended cluelessness. "Hmmm. It's probably one of those dollar-operated machines then. Where did I put my wallet? I think I put it around here somewhere." He lifted up various objects on the nightstand by the bed, as if seriously looking for his wallet.

She chuckled, but she also complained, "Aaaaalan! Come on! That's not funny when you consider you've had me waiting for a long, hard fuck for hours and hours. Come on! Let's do it!" She couldn't move her arms anymore, so she rolled back over and kicked with her feet like a petulant child until the covers came off. Then she spread her legs as wide as she could so he'd clearly get the message of her urgency.

He hopped off the bed and pulled the covers the rest of the way to the floor. "I hope you don't mind if we leave the light on and the covers down. You have such a beautiful body that it would be a shame to make love with it all hidden. I don't like having sex in the dark."

"No problem." But she started whistling the song played in the Jeopardy TV game show used to indicate time was running out.

He climbed back into bed and lay on top of her. His cock was very hard and erect, and he had it all ready to go. But her pussy wasn't very wet yet, which was an unusual problem for him. (All of the Plummer and Pestridge women got wet quite easily, so he hardly knew what a dry pussy was.)

He started rubbing his erection all over her pussy lips, just as he had done to good effect with Brenda the night before. Meanwhile, he asked, "So how does this tied-up thing work? What good is it to have your hands bound?"

She responded, "For one thing, it stopped me from slapping you silly for your little lost wallet routine. Other than that, I don't know. I could do a lot with my hands if you'd let me. But Katherine and Amy put the rope to good use last night. Katherine especially liked to pretend that I was a prisoner, and they were sexually torturing me." She smiled in remembrance. "That was a lot of fun. I think I got off on playing the role in the game more than anything. I do love to act, you know."

He was trying to think how to make this fucking even better for Xania. "Well, I don't want to just copy them. Plus I was doing some role-playing last night with Brenda, and I've had my fill of playing for a while. We're big on role-playing around here, as you might have noticed. Let's just do a straight fuck first and then see where we go from there."

"Sounds good, but you're all talk and no action."

"Hey. I'm trying to get you ready here. By the way, maybe if you could complain just a little bit about how you're tied up while we're fucking, that'll help arouse me even more."

"No problem. I don't even have to pretend because it's honestly annoying me. Just as does a man who beats around the bush. Literally. I'm more than wet enough already. Are you waiting for a Brenda-like flood or something?"

"Okay. Okay. Geez. I'm still learning about some things." He was struck by the different reactions between Brenda and Xania in response to the same teasing of pussy lips. Xania has no problem saying just what she wants and pushes until she gets it. Like Aunt Suzy. Brenda, on the other hand, put up with anything I did because she apparently thinks I'm her "master," and then when she couldn't take it anymore she abjectly begged me for it.

I like both styles. There seem to be a lot of submissives around here lately, so it's good to have a really strong-willed woman for a change. But the truth was he was mostly used to fucking submissives, or dominants with submissive streaks like Heather, and he wasn't quite sure how to handle someone as different as Xania.

Alan pushed his erection in, to both his and Xania's great relief. God, that feels great! he thought. Nothing like the snug fit of my cock sheathed in pussy. I could do this all day long. Seriously! If only my body would let me. God dammit, this feels good!

He thought he'd take a moment to adjust, now that he was all the way in her. He reached forward to her pillowy tits and held them from below. Being a big tit man as he was, getting to fondle her enormous globes while fucking her cunt was truly heavenly.

However, he didn't get a chance to relax. Xania was proud of her fucking skills. Like Suzanne, she had excellent control of her vaginal muscles. (In fact, they had learned many pussy techniques together back in college.) With his erection still and fully impaled inside her, she surprised him by starting to squeeze his shaft in exquisitely arousing ways.

He was very impressed, but he didn't want to show it. He was trying to impress her with his fucking skills, not vice versa, and he didn't want to get too aroused before he even started thrusting. So he began slowly pushing in and out, forcing her to stop her special squeezing moves.

He sawed away at a slow yet steady pace. He knew that neither of them were deliriously aroused, like they both had been for most of last night, and he wanted to get them to that point before he went all out.

He continued to fondle her breasts and especially her nipples. He could see that was having an effect in getting her even more hot and bothered. Meanwhile, he contemplated the fact that her arms and hands were completely tied up. He said, "Hmmm. You know, I could do just about anything I wanted to you with you like this, couldn't I? For instance, when I fuck, I like to tickle."

"You do not!" She was worried at the sound of that.

"I do. Call it a weird fetish. Normally it doesn't matter because my partners can defend themselves, but with you all tied up, you might not be able to do anything about ... THIS!" Even as he continued with his slow strokes, he moved his hands from her breasts to her underarms and tickled both of them at once, just for kicks.

Xania was very ticklish, and she couldn't help but laugh. "Hey! Cut that out!" Despite his erection in her, she shook her body in the most delightful ways as she tried to fend him off without using her arms or hands.

She may not have been particularly aroused by bondage, but the rope inspired Alan and turned him into a better lover than he already was. Plus, the way her vagina clutched and pulsed around him whenever she tried to get away inspired him even more.

He reached back and tickled beneath her kneecap on one leg. He was disappointed that her feet were out of range. "Or? Cut that out or what? I don't know if you're in a position to negotiate when you're all tied up and in the middle of getting fucked."

He again went after her underarms. He was pleased to see Xania smile and laugh, as he was used to the stern, serious expression she used in her therapist role. Her whole body wriggled and writhed even more as she tried to escape from the tickling, but she couldn't get away at all, especially since his stiffness was deep inside her. But all of her writhing and clenching only made the fucking that much better for both of them.

"Hey!" She yelled again. "Stop that now! This time I'm serious."

"Yeah. You look really serious," he mocked.

She tried to keep her face stern, but she only succeeded for a couple of seconds before she broke back into laughter. His tickling was as relentless as his fucking. He had to stop thrusting sometimes to do the tickling, but he continued to penetrate her deeply with long, slow strokes whenever she was still recovering from another tickle attack. Her vaginal muscles continued to involuntarily suck and milk his imbedded cock while her body jerked around and/or she laughed uncontrollably.

She growled menacingly even as she giggled, "You can't keep me tied up forever, you know. And then when my hands are free, you're gonna get it!"

"Oh yeah? Who says we can't keep you tied up forever? I was talking to Mom and Aunt Suzy, and they agreed that we should keep you like this for a week ... at least!" He grinned impishly. "They agreed that you're not properly broken in yet. The plan is to keep your holes stuffed at all times with vibrators or strap-ons or penises until you break. We did the same to Brenda and look at her now. She calls herself 'Slave.'"

Xania thought he was putting her on, but she couldn't be completely sure. She didn't really know him well, and she could believe anything about Brenda from the way Brenda had behaved the night before. Plus, things at the Plummer house were completely crazy. Suddenly she was filled with fear at the prospect of really being tied up and fucked by all comers until she was completely broken and turned into a mindless sex slave. "Alan, that's not funny! Untie me this instant!"

"A-ha! Now we're seeing the power of the ropes, eh?" He thrust powerfully into her several times, and ground his hips, leaving her panting and breathless. "What'll you do if I do ... this?" He tickled her in the ribs and then again under the arms.

She tried to flip over to escape the tickling, but to no avail, as her vagina and his cock were still joined, with her legs wrapped around him.

"Or this?" He reached down between her legs and fingered at the entrance to her anus.

She let out a loud shriek as she fought off a sudden urge to cum.

His erection stroked in and out as often as he could manage, given all the other activity going on. He was pleased that she was starting to get really hot and horny, but he wanted to work her up much, much more. He thought back to how he'd fucked Brenda until she'd actually passed out, and he wanted to have the same effect on Xania, so she would be truly hooked on him.

Xania was confused. She was slightly scared, but also mirthful from all the tickling, and very aroused from the fucking. Mostly, she simply had no idea what Alan would do next. She fully felt the sensation of helplessness in being tied up now, and discovered that it aroused her even as it upset her.

Alan continued to fuck her and continued to surprise her. He would start and stop fucking for no reason, switch to an all-out tickle attack that left her feeling particularly helpless, or just do nothing but talk and diddle her defenseless, exposed clit. She occasionally got revenge by surprise kissing him with her amazing tongue.

He frequently changed positions, testing what she liked best. He even propped her up so she could ride him cowgirl-style.

She growled angrily, "I heard a lot of talk last night about 'sex pets' and 'fuck toys.' That's what you think I am, don't you? Some kind of 'fuck toy!' You're treating me like a human blow-up doll! Well, I'll show you, you insolent bastard! I'm going to fuck that smug smile right off your face!"

Despite not being able to use her hands, she managed to lift herself up until his cock was nearly out of her, and then she slammed back down. She started doing this repeatedly.

Needless to say, Alan loved getting "punished" by this.

He held her hips to help her balance. He even helped her churn her hips around on him. All of this physical activity seemed to directly contradict her complaint that she wasn't a "fuck toy," but neither of them cared much about logic at the moment.

He tried talking to her about how helpless she was, and other submissive themes that worked well with some of his other lovers. He discovered that she got off on that, but only to a certain degree. If he carried on with "fuck toy" style talk, she seemed to be legitimately annoyed, and not just pretending.

The problem was, he didn't know her well enough to know just where to draw the line. In fact, he suspected correctly that what aroused her one moment might annoy her at some other time, depending on how horny she was. He felt like he was stepping in a minefield, and that wasn't helping working her up to a fever pitch.

However, he noticed that whenever he mentioned fucking her in public, that got a better response. He also remembered that being forced to do embarrassing sexual things in front of the others last night always got a particularly big reaction from her. He started to focus on exposure fantasies whenever he talked, especially during his strategic breaks when he could talk better.

Even though Alan was only starting to get to know Xania, he was quickly learning how to push her buttons.

Eventually, he got worked up to such a degree that he stopped talking altogether, and just concentrated on fucking. All of the stopping and starting had prevented her from cumming, but he knew that she was heading to a big one as well. Although there were times when he staved off his climax for an extremely long time, he felt he didn't have to do that this time, since he was confident that he'd be able to get hard again soon. He kept on driving and drilling, taking them both to an inevitable, and hopefully mutual, climax.

Xania in return did her best to thrust back. Their bodies moved in great synchrony, just like a pistoning machine.

But right when Alan was on the cusp of blowing his loud, she suddenly yelled, "Condom! Do you have a condom?"

Alan realized that he'd completely forgotten all about the contraception issue, yet again. In the heat of the moment, he couldn't remember what they'd done about this the first time he'd fucked her. "You're on the pill, right?" he shouted back.

She gasped, "Yes, but ... more protection ... better!"

There was no way he could stop to get a condom at this point. So he pulled out and came all over her chest instead. It felt great to paint her tits with his seed, and he made sure to let at least one rope leave a streak across her face.

It was a disappointment for them both that he had to pull out right then. He tried to make up for it by thrusting four bunched-up fingers into her cunt and frantically ramming them in and out just as if he was still pounding his cock into her.

She'd started to let go anyway, but his finger work definitely took her orgasm to a much higher peak. She would have screamed out in wild abandon, but she remembered the early morning hour and the fact that others were sleeping nearby. She closed her mouth and clenched her teeth tightly, which helped muffle the worst of her frantic yelling.

When he was done, he stopped to bask in what he'd accomplished. He truly loved making a woman cum hard, and he felt he'd succeeded in giving Xania a great orgasm. True, she hadn't passed out like Brenda, but he knew that was a very rare thing indeed. Besides, he felt revived after sleeping most of the night, and he was far from done.

As he panted hard and looked down on Xania bound body, he admired the handiwork of his cum spray. There was some cum on her tummy, but he'd sat up in bed even as he'd been fingering her, and he'd managed to deposit most of his cum on her tits and face.

He thought, Maybe it's immature, but I just love painting my women with cum! There's nothing like that donut glaze on tired, heaving big tits. And Xania has the face of a movie star. Hell, she is a movie star, kind of. What it is about seeing beautiful and delicate female facial features all covered in streaks of cum? I don't know, but it sure as hell gets my motor running! And painting a tied-up hottie is all the better. I feel like the king of the world!

It was getting light outside by this time, so he turned off the nightstand light, and asked, "That was a good fuck, don't you think?"

She answered, "Okay, I'll admit that was fun. A hell of a way to wake up!" She narrowed her gaze menacingly. "But I'm still going to get back at you. I'm angry."

"And you look super sexy when you're angry. My tall, buxom, angry, porn star fuck toy." He lightly slapped her cummy left tit, just to watch it jiggle like an upset bowl of Jell-O.

"Grrr! I told you I'm not one of your fuck toys. And I told you I'm not a porn star. Call me a B-movie actress, if you will."

"Porn stars are so cute when they get angry." He lightly slapped her other tit.

"GRRR! Stop slapping my tits already!"

He laughed good-naturedly. "I'm just yanking your chain. You know that, right? I don't really believe all this fuck toy nonsense."

"You don't?!"

He said, "No, of course not. It works great as sexy talk, but that's all it is."

She warned, "Well, Brenda seems to take it very seriously. So does Susan."

He asked, "What about Katherine?"

"I know she's the one who came up with the term, but I suspect it's more like a game for her."

"Hmmm. If any of them are taking it seriously, that is kind of a problem. But now I really need to talk. I want to unload, and for once that unloading doesn't involve any cum. Let's go chat in my office. You can still walk, can't you?"

She groaned. "Aren't you going to untie me now?"