CHAPTER 7
Shawn closed his eyes and started to drift off to sleep. But, as was happening with increasing frequency, his night wasn’t over as soon as he’d thought. Joanna had hoped to start her own goodnight kiss tradition, and this night, for once, there was nothing and no one to stop her.
She knocked on the door and let herself in. “Shawn? Brother? Big Babe-bonking Brother? You awake?” She walked to his bed and lightly shook his shoulder.
He sat up groggily and rubbed his eyes. Before him, in the dim light that came through his window, was his naked sister. “I am now. What is it?”
“I was thinking. You and Mom have such fun with your nightly kisses. Couldn’t you and I start our own goodnight kiss tradition? It’s not like she could complain about that, now.” She sat down at the foot of his bed and began to gently caress his upper thigh absent-mindedly.
“I’d like that, Supremely Suckable Smaller Sister, except for one thing. You always want to go further. I don’t want to be sister-raped every night before I go to bed.”
She rolled her eyes. “Brother, brother, brother. And I used to think you’re so smart. You act like having your sister rape you is some kind of bad thing.” She giggled. “But okay, I promise I’ll be mellow. Just kissing.”
“Tell that to Mom. I’m sure she thought a goodnight kiss was actually just a goodnight kiss at some point. You should have seen the way she was aggressively all over me just now. "
Joanna inched forward and smiled seductively. “Oooh! Is that an invitation to watch next time? Or are you just referring to setting up video cameras for later viewing?” She giggled.
He rolled his eyes. “Neither, Lithe, Luscious Little Sis. This is what I mean. You’ve got to keep it cool.”
“I promise I’ll let you lead the way. Imagine my hands are made of lead. They won’t leave my side.”
Shawn realized, Once this tradition gets started, it’s gonna be expected every night without fail, just like with Mom now. Most nights, by the time I’m ready to go to bed, I am soooo totally dead. My penis is usually so sore it’s about to fall off. Then Mom wrings whatever little sexual energy I have left out of me with her “goodnight kiss” and I zonk out like a dead man. But, on the other hand, I really owe it to Sis. I’ve been so focused on my mom and neglecting my sister, like with these goodnight kisses, which are really goodnight blow jobs most of the time. I love Joanna. I’d love a goodnight kiss. But I just can’t deal with the energy of so many women.
He drew her close in as if to kiss her. Joanna smiled in anticipation with her eyes large puppy dog eyes. But first, he said, “Okay, Sis. Let’s face facts and be realistic. I predict that regardless of what happens with this psychologist visit tomorrow, I’m gonna be fucking Mom sooner or later. Probably sooner. When that happens, there won’t be any need to keep the fact that you and I are fucking a secret any longer. So I imagine that some nights, I’ll be sleeping with you, and some nights I’ll be sleeping with her. Who knows - maybe we’ll all be sleeping together.”
“Yes! Excellent! God I’ve been waaaaiting for that. So long. Do you know how many damn nights I wait for you to come into my bedroom and fuck me? Even though I know you’re not going to with Mom down the hall and all, the idea makes it so hard to sleep. I want to hold you at night. So bad! It’s been so incredibly long since we’ve really been together. I miss the feeling of having you inside me so much!”
“Me too. But the point is, the whole idea of the goodnight kiss is probably gonna change. So let’s not fix any tradition in stone just yet, okay? Let’s just enjoy a casual goodnight kiss now and see how this all shakes out, tomorrow with this Henrietta woman, and beyond.”
“Yeay! Goodnight kiss! Goodnight kiss! Kiss me, Big Boinking Buxom Bouncing Birds Brother!” She hugged him tight, her joy spreading to him infectiously. She pulled back and puckered her lips expectantly.
Shawn couldn’t help but smile. “You’re really into the B alliteration thing lately, aren’t you, Little Svelte Sexy Siren Succubus Sister?” He rubbed his nose against hers adoringly.
She giggled at that and then grabbed him. They went at it. Shawn tried to keep up with his sister’s enthusiasm, but that was hard to do. But she kept her promise and her arms stayed by their sides. Shawn went to bed very satisfied, feeling profoundly loved by his sister and mother in equal measure.
Shawn woke up in the middle of the night. As he lay there in deep thought, he felt bad about refusing his mother a load during her goodnight kiss. He thought, A lot of people are counting on me. I know it’s tough, constantly pushing what I can do physically, but Mom really needs me. She was so bummed. She’s so worried. I wonder if she’ll even be able to sleep tonight. I not only have all these rewards - I also have responsibilities to keep them pleased. I should really go in there and give her what she needs. With a few hours of sleep under my belt, I’ve recovered enough to handle it and enjoy it.
Still flushed with his recent sexual successes, he got up and walked into his mother’s bedroom, something he’d never done after she’d gone to sleep. He was nude, since that was how he slept nowadays. She lay asleep with the covers off of the top half of her body. Shawn was tempted to grab her tits and wake her up in some aggressive way. Maybe I should wake her up sitting on her face with my penis in her mouth. But at heart he was very well mannered, so he pushed such thoughts out of his head. Who am I kidding? How could I think that, when she looks so beautiful and peaceful, just lying there?
He leaned down and tapped her on the shoulder. “Mom, wake up.”
Vel’s eyes fluttered open with surprise as she came out of her slumber. “What is it? Who’s there?” she said groggily as she rolled over in bed.
“It’s me, Shawn.”
Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness. She saw him standing there, naked and with a hard-on. She immediately sat up in bed and looked at him with blurred vision, since her glasses weren’t within reach. “Shawn, we can’t,” she said firmly.
Shawn could tell that, for some reason, she thought he’d come to fuck her. “Mom, I’m not here about that. I’m just here because I have a raging hard-on and you said I should never masturbate myself any more. What should I do?”
It took her a bit to register that, and wake up more fully. Vel looked worried and felt vulnerable, still uncertain if Shawn had finally gotten aggressive and come to have sex with her. But he just stood there and politely waited for her. She looked at his penis, which twitched and poked towards her, and finally said, “Oh. I see. Hmm. Well, I guess I’d better take care of it then. Why don’t you kneel over by the side of the bed here and I’ll suck it for you.”
“Thanks, Mom, you’re the best.” He thought, She said that just like when I was a little kid and I’d come home with a bloody cut and she’d offer to put a band aid on it. I don’t know why, but her motherly, helpful tone is such a turn on! He also thought, As beautiful as Mom is, she’s even more beautiful with her glasses off. Dang, she is something else.
Vel rubbed the bleariness out of her eyes and grabbed a hold of his penis as he kneeled down by the edge of the bed where she sat up. A big, contented smile crossed her face as she began to rub it. She said, “You’re such a thoughtful son. I went to bed so dissatisfied but you’re making up for it. What a nice little surprise midnight snack you’ve given me. … Or should I say, big snack. Sooooo big…”
Shawn noticed she wore a nightie that hung half way down her stomach, and asked, “By the way, Mom, why aren’t you sleeping naked? I thought you love being naked.”
“Yes, but I’m naked so often nowadays that I’m afraid over time my boobs will lose support and start to sag. I’m not a teenager any more, you know. So Cheese and I have both started to wear these types of tops to bed. They keep my boobs firm and high, and the rest of me gets to stay naked.”
The conversation put her more at ease and she thought, What was I thinking? Shawn would never take advantage of me; he’s not that kind of guy. She also began to feel more frisky, as the delightful prospect of more cocksucking fully registered with her brain. She pulled down her blankets with her free hand and said, “See? I only wear this little top. That way there’s nothing down below to stop me from masturbating. And believe me, I masturbate all the time, thinking only of you.” Her hand caressed the top as she mentioned it, and then the hand drifted down her stomach. She petted her bush briefly and licked her lips seductively as she looked directly into his eyes. But then she focused on the cocksucking request.
She turned around in bed to face him and kicked her covers all the way off. She put her face down by the edge of the bed and stuck her ass high up in the air. She knew that he loved to see her naked ass wiggle while she sucked him off.
After a few minutes, he reached across her back and inserted a finger into her anus. He’d done this many times before, but for the past few days she’d been terribly excited by anal sex fantasies, so the fingering really set her off. She thought, Tiger is getting my ass ready! He’s probing and widening the hole so he can eventually insert that monster tree trunk of his! Shove it in, Tiger! Not just one finger, but two! Ream your mommy! Yes!
She got so aroused by the anal intrusion that her whole ass shook as if it was a blender on a high setting. That was too exciting for Shawn and he gave up his load without much struggle. He filled her mouth with a healthy helping of cum, though it still wasn’t up to his usual number of ropes. She was fully into it now, and eagerly drank down each new squirt as it came in.
After she got him off (and got off herself), Vel remained lying face down on her bed with her ass up in the air. Shawn walked around the bed to get a direct view of her rear side. Seeing his attention focused there, she pushed her ass up even higher, hoping that Shawn might take the hint that her ass was his for the taking, even if her pussy wasn’t (at least not yet).
Shawn however, was only human, and knew he’d be unable to get erect again any time soon. He stared at her ass, and thought, It is completely unreal that I am not fucking this woman already. But I’ve sworn that I’m not going to do it until she agrees first. I am not going to force myself on my own loving mother!
She remained perched up like that for a minute or two, but with no better reaction than a hand of his that caressed her ass, she gave up and sat up to face him.
Shawn said to her, “Mom, do you think it would be all right if I just spent the rest of the night here with you? It’s such a big double bed. And if I have my particular problem again, you can be right here.”
Vel wiped away a small droplet of her son’s cream dribbling down her chin and considered the tempting idea. She remembered her concerns and her desire to see a psychiatrist. With a start she realized that the meeting would be in the morning, just hours away. She knew that if they slept together, odds were going they would end up fucking before the night was over, so she reluctantly said, “No Tiger. I’d like that, but we can’t. Not tonight. For one thing, I’ve been tossing and turning most of the night and I need to sleep. Secondly, I might just roll on top of you in my sleep and who knows what might happen? Since your pole is almost always erect, I could easily get my pussy impaled on your cock and you might accidentally pump a load of cum in mommy’s cunt. Or what if, in your sleep, you roll on top and sleep-fuck me, pumping in and out, and in and out, in and out, right into your dear old mother?”
Shawn was so sexually frustrated that he felt ready to crack his head open with a hammer, but he stayed quiet. It didn’t help that she appeared utterly delighted at the idea that she nonetheless dismissed. She killed him with mixed signals.
She continued, in a calmer tone, “Now I can rest easy, with the wonderful taste of your cum in my mouth. So please go back to bed. If you get another hard-on, just come to me and I’ll make it all better. But you can’t sleep here. Not yet, at least.”
Shawn nodded glumly and sulked his way back to his room. For just the briefest of moments he half expected to have his deepest fantasy finally fulfilled, but to no avail. He wasn’t terribly worried about turning back the clock through the psychiatrist’s visit or anything else - he knew he’d always have a very active sex life from now on. But the thing that most worried him was that his mother would remain resolute about not wanting to fuck. A family friend told him that his father did everything short of fucking his mother for literally years before they finally got married. Shawn thought, There’s no way I could handle that. True, it’s only been a few weeks of this so close but still so far denial, but I can’t live on the edge like this for much longer. I’m gonna have to do to my mother what I did to Peggy, sooner or later. Sooner. But I have to hold out long enough at least to respect her wishes on this psychiatrist visit thing. He consoled himself with her “you can’t sleep here. Not yet, at least,” comment. She knows it’s going to happen. She just wants to feel completely good about it.
Vel went to sleep, proud that she hadn’t given in to temptation. Before she drifted off, she had a very hot masturbatory session and imagined Shawn raping her in the middle of the night. In the dream, Shawn was the opposite of how he was in real life. He was rude, aggressive, cold hearted, and wicked. He tied her to the bed and cackled gleefully as he fucked her. When she woke in the middle of the night, she wondered why she liked him more that way and if her constant teasing behavior was slowly bringing that side out of him. If she would have known how he treated Peggy earlier in the day, or the dreams he had which were very similar to her own fantasies, it would have fueled many masturbatory sessions or possibly broken down her will to resist temptation completely.
She was true to her word: despite her anxiousness, she had no trouble getting back to sleep, content with the knowledge that Shawn had filled her mouth to completion.
CHAPTER 8 (Friday, Nov. 8)
The mood at Friday morning’s breakfast was extremely tense. When Vel woke up she’d vowed to herself that she would let Joanna do all the pleasuring of Shawn before school. Both Vel and Shawn were aware that Joanna felt she wasn’t getting enough from Shawn, and the constantly horny daughter was getting increasingly disgruntled about it.
Despite the tension, it went without saying that Shawn would get off, and he did, but Vel didn’t count on how he’d want to do it. Shawn said, “Mom, since we may not be able to do this after today, I want to do one thing while I still can. I’d really like to fuck Sis’s tits, and the nurse even said that tit fucks are especially good for my treatment, as it’s very easy on the penis.”
This was a blatant lie, since he’d already fucked his sister’s tits and knew in his heart that he’d be fucking them again. But Vel fell for it and let them go ahead. Shawn not only tit fucked his sister, but he boldly did it right in the middle of the kitchen floor, with Vel standing just a few feet away.
Vel got so excited watching Shawn straddle Joanna that she couldn’t help but lift up her skirt and frig herself in full view of her children. When she saw Shawn scoot up and shoot his seed all over his sister’s face, she felt almost as good as if he was doing it to her. All three of them came at the same time.
But when they were done, Joanna didn’t make matters any easier for her mother. She purposely let Shawn’s cum drip slowly down her face and chest, and only periodically scooped up a gob to eat.
Vel served breakfast. Within minutes, Joanna started a stealth stroke on her brother and soon got him hard. That gave her an excuse to delay eating up the rest of her pearl necklace and cum-splattered face.
The sight of fresh cum drove Vel insane with lust. It was all she could do not to throw herself at Joanna and lick up the cum all for herself. She couldn’t stop running her hands all over her nearly naked body. They all finished eating breakfast in various states of undress.
As Shawn got near finished eating, he suggested, “Mom, seeing how things might change at this appointment, maybe to be on the safe side I should fuck your tits now. Who knows what this Henrietta will say.”
Shawn was extremely confident he would get another chance. But Vel looked at the clock and pointed out, “Never mind about that. You two have been fucking with each other so long that you’re going to be late. And you haven’t taken your showers yet!”
Shawn suggested, “Mom, we could save time if Joanna and I hopped in the shower together. It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked!”
Joanna giggled at Shawn’s obvious statement, especially since his cum was still rolling down her face and tits.
Vel again relented, “Okay, but hurry up and be sure to spend some time soaping down and not just playing. You’re practically late already!” So the two kids hurried off to take a shower together. That led to more sexual fun, though very rushed fun since Vel kept yelling that they were running late. Vel even came in the bathroom, supposedly “to check on them,” though her desire to see her children naked was the main reason.
However, they were mostly left alone. Joanna naturally tried to get Shawn to fuck her then and there, since she left all the restraint up to him. He resisted her repeated efforts to guide his penis into her hole, but he made up for it by whispering, “Sis, we can’t now, but I’m thinking: when our grounding comes to an end at the end of Saturday, maybe it’s time to stop the ban on you and me fucking in the house too. I’m sorry that I haven’t been spending enough time with you. I’ll make it up to you next week. But if we do that, we have to be really careful not to get caught.”
Joanna was extremely happy to hear that and no longer felt neglected. She got so excited that Shawn had to redouble his efforts to fend her off and get at least some soap on their bodies. They had to stop before Shawn could cum (since he could hold out so long now, it seemed a waste to give it up after only five or ten minutes of stimulation). Shawn rushed off to school in one car, while Vel and Joanna drove to L.A. in another car.
The two Chen females reached the psychiatrist’s office in time for their eleven o’clock appointment. The plan was, the psychiatrist would see Vel for an hour, then Joanna for an hour, and then they’d break for lunch. Meanwhile, Shawn would attend the first four classes of the day and then drive up to make it around the time the others were finished eating a late lunch. Shawn would have a session alone with Henrietta, and then there would be possible follow-up sessions based on earlier conversations. The matter of payment had supposedly been handled by Cheese, as a “special gift” to the entire family, and Vel made a mental note to show her appreciation as soon as she saw Cheese again.
Of course the psychiatrist, Henrietta Goodleigh, wasn’t a real psychiatrist at all, but just a friend of Cheese’s put up to impersonate one. Even the last name was fake, and just for the day (Henrietta wanted a sexually punny name, since her real last name, Tsakicheretakis, was a mouthful. Goodleigh was tame compared to some of the others Cheese vetoed). It took hours of coaching by Cheese before Henrietta had the basics down necessary to fake being a doctor.
The office that Cheese had set up on the spur of the moment looked extremely convincing. Henrietta greeted them in the waiting room, alone. She said she’d sent the receptionist away for the day and claimed that one wasn’t needed since all the other appointments for the day had been rescheduled for this special, urgent session.
Vel was shocked to see that Henrietta was a drop-dead gorgeous woman. She’d imagined someone old like the famous media psychiatrist and elderly woman Dr. Ruth Westheimer. But then she realized that it wasn’t so surprising that Henrietta was young, busty, and attractive, since she was a close college mate of Cheese’s, and beautiful women tend to stick together. Furthermore, beautiful, extremely buxom women tended to stick together, as Vel and Cheese’s own friendship showed. In fact, Henrietta was nearly as stacked as the two mothers. She had long black hair, piercing dark brown eyes, and wore stylish black-rimmed glasses. She didn’t actually need to wear glasses, but she wore them for the occasion on Cheese’s advice so as to make her look more academic. Happily, she had the perfect face for the role – she could look stern and authoritative. (In fact, her ability to look that way helped her land one of her biggest B movie roles, that of the headmistress at a very naughty all girls’ school.)
Vel was the first to go in to see Henrietta, while Joanna waited in the lobby for her turn. She said, “Dr. Goodleigh. Nice to meet you,” and they shook hands.
Henrietta smiled back primly, and held the mother’s hand a little longer than was really necessary. “The same. But please call me Henrietta. May I call you Vel?” Then she let go of Vel’s hand and closed the door behind them.
“Of course.” Vel nervously walked further into the room and lay down on the psychiatrist’s couch. She’d never been to see a psychiatrist before, but the place looked just as she’d expected it to, from what she’d seen in movies. Funnily enough, Cheese pretty much used her memories of the same movies as inspiration to decorate it.
“Please. Feel free to talk without censoring yourself,” said Henrietta. “This is meant to be a totally open discussion, and anything said here stays here, so just say whatever comes to your mind.” Cheese had strongly recommended to Henrietta that the best way to pass as a psychiatrist was to simply let the patient do all the talking. When asked a question, respond with, “What do YOU think the answer is?” and other similar tricks to avoid exposing the fact that you don’t know anything yourself.
“Thanks, doctor. I feel really weird being here.” Vel shifted nervously on the couch. “Cheese filled you in on Shawn’s medical need for stimulation?”
Henrietta nodded understandingly and answered, “She did, though I hope to hear more about it as the day goes on. And please call me Henrietta.”
“Well, Henrietta, the problem is, that was kind of the foot in the door for me doing things to him that a mother would never do, and we just kind of kept on going down the slippery slope.”
After a pause, Henrietta said, “Yes? Please go on.”
Suddenly, her emotional floodgate flew open. “And, well, the thing is… The things we’re doing must be wrong, but I still want to do them. And more! Doctor, I want to have sex with him. There! I said it. I want it so badly. I want to fuck my son!” She closed her eyes in embarrassment and heaved a deep sigh of exasperation and helplessness. “What the hell is wrong with me? How do I stop this from happening?” Vel found that just to say this out loud made her very horny, as she began to imagine having sex with her son in vivid detail.
Henrietta replied calmly and soothingly, “We will be discussing this situation a lot today, but let’s not assume from the outset that what you’re doing is naturally wrong and should be changed. I imagine you’re aware of Freud’s theories about the Oedipal complex and so forth?”
“Yes?”
“That is one heuristic and has some value, but Freud has largely been discredited these days. I’m certainly not from his school of thought. What’s important is not what society thinks, but how you and your other loved ones think about this. Consider an interracial marriage. In some parts of the US, nearly everyone in the society would think that was very wrong, but now we know differently, don’t we? The main historical reason for so many taboos about incest is to prevent defective offspring, but in these modern days, with contraceptives, that’s less of an issue, and Cheese tells me you’re infertile in any case, so that’s not an issue at all. Furthermore, Shawn and Joanna are both adopted, so, to be brutally honest, you’re not actually their mother, just in the social role of their mother. Had this happened when they were younger, that also would have been an issue. But their upbringing is just about over now. So incest in your case is as much or as little as you make of it.”
Even though Cheese had said Henrietta was open-minded on such things, Vel was nonetheless shocked. “So doctor, you’re telling me there’s nothing wrong with any of this?!?” She took a deep breath and said, “I can scarcely believe a woman of your stature could take such a position.”
Henrietta smiled reproachfully and said, “Now, I didn’t say that. What I said was, what matters is how you feel about it. You make your own world. If you’re being tortured by guilt, and you can’t overcome that guilt, then it would be wise to let go of it. If it will ruin your children’s lives, then it will be wise to stop. If it will ruin your marriage. And so on. And, of course, what they think about it is equally important. These are the kinds of things we’ll need to find out today.”
Vel and Henrietta continued to talk for the next hour. Henrietta subtly encouraged the notion that incest was okay, as long as all the participants were okay with it. Vel had bottled up a lot of guilt, sure that she was an irresponsible mother, a slave to her sex drive, and so on. She explained how she felt her mind was split in two. Cheese knew about and anticipated all of these thoughts, so Henrietta was prepared with notes from Cheese on what to say about each concern.
CHAPTER 9
Vel next brought up her lesbianism, saying, “Henrietta, but incest isn’t the half of it! I have to admit, I’m having all kinds of strange feelings lately about women. About Cheese especially. I’ve started kissing her on the lips and… Okay, I’ll be totally honest. I’m even hot for my own daughter! How’s that for fucked up? Incestuous and lesbian feelings rolled up in one. It’s a sin! A double sin!” Her eyes began to tear up with confusion and fear of what Henrietta might say to that, certain that Henrietta would, then and there, decry Vel to be totally insane.
Henrietta remained unperturbed because she had been forewarned about this, too. She calmly gave an explanation about how lesbianism wasn’t immoral. She even had been coached about what to say on kissing. “As for kissing women on the lips, what’s wrong with that? That’s like saying shaking hands is wrong. I’ve been kissing women on the lips just to say hello or good-bye for years. That’s just how we do it here in L.A.”
Vel was totally surprised by this revelation. “Really? So Cheese wasn’t shitting me after all? I mean, she wasn’t, uh, joshing me?” (Vel found herself using curse words for the first time in her life, but she still wasn’t fully comfortable doing so, especially around strangers.) “I was wondering if she was being sincere on that. Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure!” Henrietta laughed (Cheese, in fact, had coached Henrietta to say this about kissing). “Where were you raised? In a Catholic church mission?”
Again, Vel blushed, but this time she wasn’t exactly sure of why. “A farm in the Midwest, actually.”
Henrietta shrugged and said, “That’s just about the same thing. You must have lived a sheltered life to not French kiss women all the time. Why, in the circles of friends I have, it’s nearly impolite not to kiss a woman for minutes at a time just to say hello.” This was largely true, but only because Henrietta mixed with fellow porn stars and B-movie actresses, most of them very sexually active and bisexual. “In fact, I’d be rather hurt if you don’t kiss me on the lips before this day is done. It would be good for your therapy to loosen up some more. Unless you don’t find me at all attractive.”
Vel was flushed with relief. “Oh, but I do. I find you very attractive. In fact, I find you downright hot. You kind of remind me of Cheese, and that makes me very hot. I mean, you have no idea the kind of feelings I have for my best friend. I’ve known her so long, and I think there’s years of suppressed feelings coming out now.”
“Well if that’s the case, why don’t we practice a little bit of kissing right now? It’ll help you relax. Holding it in is very unhealthy. You need to release all those pent up feelings.”
“Well, okay,” Vel said uncertainly. “But I feel like such a slut. Everyone is having me do things to them. Sexual things.”
“Vel,” Henrietta said as she stood up from behind her desk and approached the distraught mother, “a kiss is just a kiss. It’s not like we’d be fucking, and going down on each other. A psychiatrist shouldn’t do those kind of things with their patients, no matter how badly she might want to. But I think a kiss could be very therapeutic. You’re so tense. Anyway, is there anything WRONG with people doing sexual things to you? Is that bad? When they’re your loved ones and everyone feels good?”
“Well, no, I guess…”
“Then maybe,” Henrietta said sagely, “what would help you would be to think of it a bit differently. Let’s look at your use of language. You say that people are doing things TO you, but in fact you greatly enjoy these things, don’t you? Maybe it would be better if you say that people are doing sexual things WITH you. You won’t feel so out of control if you admit that you’ve been a very willing and active participant already. Empower yourself by admitting that you want to do these things with the people you love.”
Vel brightened. She felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. “Wow. I never thought of it that way. You’re right. Let’s kiss. I want to kiss you.”
So the two of them stood up and walked to each other. Henrietta was a good kisser and laid into Vel with a very active tongue. Cheese had told Henrietta a little bit of kissing was okay but not to go too far too fast, so she backed off after only a minute. Their lips parted and Henrietta smiled to see Vel now aglow with self-confidence instead of the worry that had dominated her face since she first walked in the office.
They reluctantly returned to their previous positions. And, strangely enough, Vel did feel a lot better and more relaxed. She said, “I’m so glad to hear that this kind of kissing is okay. But the fact is, I want to do more than just kiss. Just yesterday morning, I was talking to Cheese about this. Expressing … feelings.” She unconsciously rubbed her thighs together like a pair of wet, fleshy scissors. She kicked her left foot up into the air as she imagined her and Henrietta passionately entwined on the office floor.
Henrietta held her hand up. “Wait. Let me guess. You told Cheese that you have the hots for her.”
Vel blushed. “How did you know? How can you read me so well?”
Henrietta laughed. “If any creature on Earth has eyes and sees Cheese, it’s gonna have the hots for her. Now that you’re freeing yourself from your sexual repressions and discovering your true self, it makes sense that you’re opening up to her. I can only assume she feels the same way about you, because you’re equally gorgeous, and a very kind and lovely person to boot.”
Vel blushed more, but she was gleeful now. “Well, she did kinda say she liked me yesterday.” She had her hands folded and fidgeted shyly like a girl confessing her first crush. Her pussy throbbed between thoughts of Cheese and Henrietta, and she desperately wished she could be rid of her constrictive clothes so she could scratch her itch down below.
Henrietta gave a benign laugh. “I’ve known Cheese even longer than you have. She’s a great person. Stick with her. Never doubt her judgment. And never doubt her love.”
Vel recalled Shawn saying nearly the exact thing the night before. “You’re so right,” she said with a happy sigh.
“I have high hopes that the love between the two of you will continue to unfold and grow. If you have a physical relationship with her, I think that would be great. And very healthy for you. She’s a strong anchor in your life and she’ll never let you down.” Of course Henrietta had been coached to say all these things to Vel. It was unfair for Cheese to put words in another person’s mouth, but at least these were Cheese’s honest feelings on the subject - she truly did believe she would never let her best friend down.
Henrietta had been briefed on Vel’s new attitude towards clothing by Cheese. So she said, “Now, on a different note, I see you’ve been pulling on your clothes ever since you’ve gotten in here. It’s as if you’re very uncomfortable wearing them. How do you feel about nudity?”
“Oh, I love it! I’m very pro-nudity. You’re so perceptive, Henrietta. I’m amazed. I just hate being all confined up when I go out. This is the worst, being all bound up in fancy clothes like this, and wearing a bra and panties, even. Not being able to go topless is just the absolute worst!”
“Vel, I need you to be completely relaxed so you can open up to me. For different people that means different things. Despite what you might have learned in your small town upbringing, there is absolutely nothing wrong with nudity. Just ask any European and look at their nude beaches. If going topless puts you at ease, then by all means, I strongly encourage you to take your blouse and bra off right now. And with those huge breasts of yours, I can understand why you find that top so constricting. After all, I’m here to help, not to judge. I want you to feel confident enough to open up and get in touch with the real you.”
“Oh really? Thanks! Don’t mind if I do. This is fantastic. I was so worried about this appointment but I feel so much better already. Cheese is such an incredible friend, calling you up to help me. I love her so much.” Vel took off her layers of clothes until she wore nothing above the waist. Henrietta would have been blind to miss just how far Vel’s nipples stood out.
Henrietta continued to field all of Vel’s questions and concerns. She drew no attention whatsoever to the fact that Vel was topless. Everything went swimmingly. By the end of the session Vel thought Henrietta could practically read her mind. Thanks to Cheese’s helpful coaching, Henrietta very nearly could.
Henrietta found it curious to be talking to a buxom, topless woman in such an formal setting. On a whim and for her own amusement, she decided to veer even further from Cheese’s approved script. She said, “Now Vel, let’s do a little mental exercise. I want you to lay back on the couch and we’re going to do some visualizations.”
Vel lay back and luxuriated in the feeling of the leather couch as her massive breasts fell against her body.
“Good. Now let yourself get completely relaxed. Breathe in deep. … Good. Close your eyes and let yourself go limp. Like a wet noodle. … Good. Now, I want you to mentally explore your feelings for your son. I want you to take a few minutes and just imagine what it would be like to have your son fuck you. Keep your eyes closed and your body relaxed. Imagine that his penis is pushing in and out of your body while you receive him with your legs locked around his waist. I want to see what kind of feelings that inspires in you to determine if we have a problem.”
Vel warned, “But doctor, that’s going to inspire some very horny feelings.” Even as she said this, the pace of her breathing increased. Her eyes nearly glazed over.
“Well sure, that’ll be part of it, but just go with it and let’s see what all comes out.” Henrietta watched Vel like a hungry wolf eyeing defenseless prey. She could tell that Vel was a ticking time-bomb of sex already on a very short fuse.
So Vel lay on the couch with her eyes closed and silently thought about Shawn. Within a minute, her breathing started to become very labored. After another minute, one of Vel’s hands drifted to her exposed boobs. Another minute passed and her legs started to writhe around involuntarily. Although she groped her tit-flesh, she clearly tried her hardest not to plunge a hand under her panties. After another minute, her dress rode up and her legs spread wide as if she was ready any second to have Shawn impale her with his penis.
Henrietta herself was getting very aroused at the sight, but she said calmly, “All right, Vel, so tell me what you’re thinking right now. Calmly.” Henrietta figured that Vel wouldn’t be able to see if she took advantage of herself behind her desk. Since she held a pen in her hands as if she was taking notes, she dropped that hand down to her crotch. Her tight skirt naturally bunched up and she began to lightly trace the outline of her clit with the pen.
“Yes, doctor,” Vel gasped. “I’m on a beach. The beach we were at over the weekend. Shawn is lying on top of me. He’s fucking me! He’s fucking me like a madman! So good! It’s going in and out and he’s ramming me up and down, up and down, driving me into the sand! The ocean waves are crashing over my body! He’s fucking his mommy out in the open, but I don’t care! I just want it in me, more! More! Harder! Fuck me, son! Nail me! Fuck your mommy good! Fuck…”
“Excuse me,” Henrietta interrupted. Vel had started relatively calmly but within seconds she was panting and heaving and nearly shouting. “Try to calm down, please. Freeze the image there and calm your breathing.” Henrietta was better able to control herself to outside appearances, but her own hand was attacking her own clit more fervently with the pen even as she said this.
Vel slowly brought her breathing under control, relatively speaking, but she continued to grope her heaving chest.
Henrietta could see a very big wet patch on Vel’s panties. She unthinkingly licked her lips as she wondered how Vel’s drenched pussy might taste. “That’s better,” Henrietta soothed. “Now, tell me about your feelings. What feelings are going through your head?”
“Heat. Extreme heat. I’m burning up. Horniness. Complete and absolute, utter arousal. It’s like he’s really fucking me! It’s good! So good!” Her hips started to involuntarily buck and thrust up into the air as she described her feelings.
“Now hold on,” Henrietta urged. “Stay calm. What about negative emotions? Are you feeling any of those?” Henrietta spread her legs wider to better attack her clit with the pen. Vel might have wondered why Henrietta’s knees were so high above the desk, had Vel looked up, but she didn’t. Henrietta’s pantyhose still stood between her and direct contact with her privates.
Vel pondered her answer, trying to think coherently. “Uhhh, let’s see. Frustration. Some part of me realizes this isn’t real and that my son hasn’t actually fucked me yet. That’s really frustrating.”
Henrietta waited. Finally she said, “Is that it? No guilt? Fear? Worry?” One of Henrietta’s knees banged loudly against the desk as her body writhed involuntarily. She brought a second hand around and slipped it under the panties and pantyhose. Two fingers of that hand found their way into her vagina while the other hand still worked on her clit with the pen. She hoped Vel was too far gone to notice.
“No. That comes before and after. But during, like when I masturbate, I just let myself go! It feels so good! But I’m a good girl. I am not going to put my hand down there. NO! Bad! Bad girl! Mommy has to be a good girl for her Tiger. This sex cow has to save her needy pussy for his big prick!” Vel’s chest was heaving again, and her legs kicked wildly up in the air.
“Okay, calm down! Calm down.” Then there was a silence, because Henrietta was starting to cum. She waited until she got her own immense relief and tidied up a bit. With her hands once again safely above the desk, she said, “Open your eyes and just relax. The exercise is over.”
Vel looked crestfallen. She definitely enjoyed the exercise, even though she hadn’t been able to cum.
Henrietta felt bad for cumming when she hadn’t let Vel reach her own orgasm, and hoped she could make it up to Vel later. She thought, Fuuuuuuuck. This woman really needs to be fucked. I have never seen anyone in such dire need of some serious fucking. If it weren’t for the hands-off promise I made to Cheese and the lack of a strap-on, I would get up right now and do her myself. There’s just so much tasty flesh to explore on her. Talk about curves. Damn. I think even if I were a real psychiatrist, my prescription would be some hard core son-fucking. “Fuck your son three times a day, before meals, and call me in the morning.” Ha! She’s got MY panties totally soaked! Unfortunately, I still have to pretend to be a professional, or I’m gonna fuck it up for everyone in the family. Fuck.
Henrietta was curious about one thing. “Now, did I hear you call yourself a sex cow?”
“Yes, I did,” Vel answered bashfully, guilty and nervous again. “I do that all the time. Is that sick? Twisted? The thing is, I want Shawn to milk me. My udders. Uh, I mean, my tits. And I’ll squeeze his udders dry. And then he’ll poke me with his cattle prod.” She started to get worked up again, but caught herself and said with concern, “So, you see what’s wrong with me? Tell me I’m sick! I have these constant fantasies about lactating for him.”
Henrietta pretended to take copious notes of the “visualization exercise” while Vel watched nervously. Henrietta merely said, “Very good. Instructive.” Cheese hadn’t warned Henrietta about Vel’s cow fantasy because Vel had hid it from her so far. So Henrietta didn’t know what she should say and just winged it. After a pause, she said, “Vel, you have nothing to worry about. Such cow fantasies are actually quite common, though rarely discussed. To have fantasies is very healthy and a sign of strong mental health. I strongly encourage you to pursue your lactation dreams. … Now that I think about it, this might also be somehow connected to the fact that you were unable to bear children on your own. I think that not only should you further explore these fantasies, but you should get Shawn and others to help stimulate your breasts. With any luck, you might be able to lactate and thus satisfy an unfulfilled maternal urge.” Henrietta was completely making this up, but figured that advice that led to further tit fondling could only be good for everyone involved.
“Oh, really?!” Vel nearly leaped up with joy. “Thank you so much, doctor! That’s one thing that’s been worrying me, that I’ve been having these strange fantasies.”
Henrietta muttered, “Fantasies are healthy.” Then she wrote some more, finally looked up, and said, “Okay, that’s it. Are you feeling like a break?”
Vel nodded. “I’m a bit blown away. Like I’ve been through the wringer. That visualization was intense. I don’t normally allow myself to indulge those thoughts about him. At least, not so blatantly. I try to just fantasize about things like sucking his cock, or taking it in the ass. Someday soon, he’s going to fuck me up the ass. I can almost feel it. The fullness of having a pine tree shoved up my butt. Mommy’s butt is so ready for Tiger’s big pine tree to come knocking on her back door…”
Henrietta cut Vel off before she could drift completely into her anal fantasy. “It’s good to just let it all out. That’s part of therapy. Try to have these kinds of fantasies as much as possible, to bring out your repressed feelings. Get in touch with your inner sex cow, okay?” Henrietta thought she might have gone over the top with that last comment, but Vel seemed to take it seriously and in good faith.
Vel nodded obediently. But she thought to herself, Henrietta, you don’t know what you’re saying there. If I do that, I’m either gonna run out of cum or I’m gonna get some kind of carpal tunnel syndrome from too much pussy fingering. But maybe I have to work it out of my system. Maybe that’s the solution. I need to fantasize about having Shawn fuck me. Frequently.
Henrietta continued, “Good. Now. We’re going to do a round-robin of sorts. I’m going to talk to your children for a while and then you and l will get back to some of these issues later. By the end of the day we should make a plan on what to do and where to go from here. But that will depend greatly on what Shawn and Joanna have to say later in their sessions. Okay?”
Vel left after she reluctantly put her clothes back on and shared a deep good-bye kiss with Henrietta. Vel was still as aroused as ever, but had no choice but to wait in the waiting room. Left alone, the guilt kicked in. She shamefully ruminated about saying things like wanting a pine tree shoved up her ass to a near complete stranger. Funnily enough, she hardly gave any thought to kissing Henrietta or taking off her top. Those actions seemed perfectly normal, now - it was not doing those things that seemed strange to her.
Then Joanna came in. Joanna freely admitted to her sexual desire for Shawn, and, in fact, admitted to already having sex with him. Henrietta gave her much the same talk about incest that she gave to Vel, but she didn’t really have to change Joanna’s mind since Joanna was already fully convinced that sex with her brother was okay. Henrietta took the opportunity to further plant some of Cheese’s suggestions. She pointed out that Vel’s body needed “serious special attention” and that Joanna would be a good daughter in helping Shawn out in this regard. This made Joanna resolve to be even more aggressive with her mother in the future. More crucially, Henrietta suggested that Joanna follow Cheese’s guidance and leadership in such things. The daughter readily agreed.
The session went quickly and easily. Then they all broke for lunch.
Henrietta was pleased with her performance so far. The two females clearly bought her role as psychiatrist lock, stock, and barrel. But she was excited by the fact that Shawn would show up from school soon for his session. She thought, I have plans for Shawn. Big plans. Cheese forbade me from going too far with Vel, but I’m free to do what I want with Shawn. I can’t wait to see what happens when he arrives. I’m dying to see if he’ll try to seduce me, and how good he’ll be. And how good he’ll taste. Mmmm! Unlike the likes of Vel, I sure as hell ain’t gonna hold back from fucking the young stud!
CHAPTER 10
Meanwhile, back at school, Shawn took two midterm tests. He was lucky that he’d managed to study some hours the night before. He figured that he was lucky in that he probably got C’s instead of F’s. Last night was the first time he’d seriously studied in a week, and he didn’t concentrate very well in class, either.
He had another test in his fourth period history class taught by Peggy. He was so distraught about how the other two tests went that he made it a point to not even glance in Peggy’s direction, so he wouldn’t be cursed with his usual hard-on in that class. He was reasonably successful at avoiding thoughts about her and sex with her and did a good job on the test, since it was his favorite subject and he knew the material pretty well even without studying (thanks to the inspiration Peggy gave him the past couple of years).
When the class was over, he stayed after, as usual. He wasn’t supposed to leave for the psychiatrist’s office in L.A. until after he had something to eat. He’d decided to use the lunch period to be with Peggy and then the cheerleaders, and then grab some fast food to eat in the car.
Peggy sat behind her desk and Shawn remained at his desk while the two of them patiently waited until all the other students filed out. Then Peggy found his paper in the stack of tests, took it out, winked at him, and wrote “A+” in big letters on the top of it.
“Hey, you can’t do that!” Shawn genuinely protested as he got up to stop her. “You haven’t graded it yet!”
“I know,” Peggy replied professionally even as she gave him a subtle smile, “but that’s what you get for fooling around with your teacher. I’m counting fucking your teacher senseless as extra credit on this test, and it’s worth a LOT of extra credit!”
“But seriously, you can’t do that,” he still complained. “You know I’m not messing around with you to get a good grade. That would really disturb me if you graded me unfairly.”
Peggy looked at him with a deadpan face and said, “Glarg van wogga bluga snorf dats.”
Shawn blinked in confusion. “Huh?”
“I said that you fucked me senseless.” She laughed at that, and so did he. “I don’t know HOW I could manage teaching class today, thinking about all the ways you’re going to fuck me, much less how I got through fifth period yesterday, knowing you were hiding in the closet the whole time. It occurred to me it was dusty in there, and I was scared shitless that you would sneeze.” Peggy stood up and started to take off her clothes.
Shawn put a hand on her shoulder to prevent her from taking anything off. “Wait a sec. I’m still concerned about this A plus. We have to be on the level. What about my A.P. test? That’s a standardized test, administered by someone else. If I really don’t know my history, do you think I can just go in there and say, ‘Do you count teacher-fucking as extra credit on this A.P. History test?’ I don’t think that’s gonna work!”
“Don’t be so sure,” said his teacher. “Those tests are often run by teachers. If it’s being run by an attractive female one, you just might want to try that out!” Peggy said that only half jokingly. She only had glimmers of his sexual escapades away from her, but she could tell by the way he had become a better lover on almost a daily basis that he was getting tons of practice. When she consulted her own heart, she didn’t doubt his ability now to seduce women and get them to do even outrageous things for him.
“I’m being serious!” Shawn complained.
“I know,” Peggy said, more contritely. “And that’s one thing that endears you to me, that you have a good conscience. But I practically don’t have to grade your test, in any case. You’re an excellent student, and history is your best subject. If you studied at all, I’m sure you got an A. Did you study?” She studied his face closely to see if he told the truth.
“Yeah. I actually studied a lot yesterday. Too much for this class, because I like the material, and not enough for the sucky subjects.”
“See?” Peggy waved her hands wide, like it was no longer an issue. “There you go. Easy A. I’m glad to hear it too, ‘cos you have been slacking off in my class more than a little bit lately. I almost need to spank you again for that. In fact, I think you need a spanking, regardless.” She winked. “As for that A.P. test, I’m sure you’ll ace that too. But if you don’t think you will, I’d be more than happy to give you private tutoring. Seriously. I have an idea for a reward system that I think would be most effective.” She began to run her hands over his arms and chest. “We could study a little, play around a little, study some more, fuck, study, fuck some more, then fuck some more after that…”
“Oh yeah, right,” he said, both delighted and derisive. “I like the idea, but do you expect to be able to do that at my house, with my mom and sister nearly always there? And even with your boyfriend moving out now, what would your neighbors think of you often coming home with a teenager and probable student?”
“That is a problem,” she conceded. “If all else fails, we could get a hotel room. I could even tutor you on some of your other subjects. Including Sex Ed, of course,” she added seductively.
“You’re crazy,” Shawn said a he shook his head in disbelief at how single-mindedly focused on sex she had become. But he kissed her anyway.
The conversation came to an abrupt end and Peggy’s serious proposal was left unresolved, because after the kiss ended, Peggy enthused, “Let’s fuck!” She opened her blouse and yanked her bra up over her tits.
But Shawn once again disappointed her. “I wish I could, but I’ve only got a few minutes. I really shouldn’t even climax right now.”
Peggy stopped her advance and put her hands on her hips in frustration. “Young man, just what is going on here? You can’t just give me the fuck of my life one day and then say, ‘Oh, by the way, I can only stay five minutes’ the next. Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me? I was so excited last night that I could hardly sleep, thinking of what we’d do today. I damn near dehydrated myself from the masturbation!” She added in a dejected tone, “I’ll bet you didn’t even think about me.”
Shawn scanned his mind. In fact, he did think about their fuck many times the rest of that day, and that night. But it also competed with other thoughts about other women. And he’d given very little thought to this lunch, as he knew he’d already promised to spend the bulk of it with the cheerleaders. So he felt that he could honestly say, “Peggy, that’s not true. I’ve been thinking about you a lot ever since we did the deed. I loved it. But that caused me to miss an appointment yesterday at lunch, and now I have to make it up.”
“An ‘appointment’?” she repeated as she narrowed her eyes in a sign of jealousy. “Do you mean, a chance to fuck that cheerleader? Come ON! Aren’t I a better fuck?”
“Of course you are, but I made a promise and I can’t let them down.” As soon as he said the word “them” he knew he’d made a big mistake and inwardly groaned at his own stupidity. She had a knack for getting him to accidentally confess things.
“THEM!” Peggy cried hotly. “THEM? Just how many girls are we talking about here? What, are you fucking the whole cheerleading squad or something?!?”
Shawn blushed. He replied meekly, “No, not exactly…”
Peggy stood up and clenched her hands into fists. “NOT EXACTLY? Young man! Come clean with me! Just who all is my competition around here?”
Shawn realized that he was getting into deep trouble. Once she had a lead, Peggy had a way of ferreting out much more than Shawn wanted to tell. So he aimed for a distraction and unzipped his blue jeans. His heavy, thick penis flopped out out like a flesh-colored garden hose and poked toward his teacher. Her eyes locked onto the new target, but she still expected an answer.
He hemmed and hawed. “Ummm… Uh, well, you see, it’s like this. I am involved with a couple of cheerleaders, but they don’t mean anything to me. Not like you. But I feel obliged. It’s like when you start something you have to keep up with it.”
“A couple? As in two, or two-ish, possibly three or four?”
“Um, the latter,” he replied, almost inaudibly. His ears burned with embarrassment.
“I figured.” Luckily, she was heavily distracted by the sight of his penis, and in fact one of her hands slowly inched forward towards it, as if there was an internal battle going on inside Peggy to jack him off or stay mad. The staying mad side was losing. She added, “I already knew about Kim. And then there’s your new girlfriend Hui Shan. She’s a cheerleader too. For all I know, you could be fucking the whole cheerleading team except for your sister!”
Shawn coughed. He had a very guilty look on his face. He was deathly worried that the longer this conversation went on, the more likely Peggy would squeeze out of him the fact that his sister was on the list of those he’d fucked.
“You ARE!” Peggy realized with frustration. “Fuck!” Her hand flew the rest of the distance to his penis, and she started to s+++e it madly. “I don’t know why, but I’m not only mad, I’m horny as hell. Fucking the whole cheerleading squad. Fuck! Shit! I thought that kind of shit only happened in the movies. Really corny, hard to believe porn flicks, if anything. But you’re actually doing it.” Her fingers flew up and down his rigid penis in a near blur. “If I were smart, I’d tell you to get out of my sight, but your confession just makes me want you even more.”
Her hands paused, and in fact her whole body froze for a second, while she decided something. “Fuck you, Shawn Chen,” she said with resignation as she dropped to her knees and swallowed his penis.
Shawn stood with his legs slightly spread and relaxed while she did her thing. All of her frustrations at his multiple partners were channeled into her blow job as frantic energy, and she sucked his penis like there was no tomorrow. She twirled and licked and blew and scraped with her teeth - it felt as if she had three tongues inside her mouth. Since he wore heavy blue jeans she couldn’t attack his ass, but she more than made up for it with a two-handed assault on his balls. It was all he could do not to just shoot his wad in the first minute.
In fact, it wasn’t long before he had to push her head away with his hands, because she had no intention of stopping. They struggled a bit, with him barely able to keep her at bay, and her trying to get her lips back around his prick. She cursed, “Fuck you again, young man! I’m going to fucking get that load, if it’s the last thing I do! Those fucking cheerleader sluts don’t deserve your mighty tool. It’s mine, dammit! Mine!”
They struggled for a while. Suddenly Shawn thought of a way to keep his load so he wouldn’t disappoint Candice and Sera. He pushed her back much harder, so she actually fell backwards and had to drop her hands to the ground as her ass was knocked from her crouching position a few inches to the floor. He said in a strong voice, “Peggy, I love you very much. But I’ll decide who gets my cum and when. You need to be punished for your attitude. Present me your ass. NOW!”
Surprised by the sudden reemergence of the aggressive Shawn, she did as she was told, and turned over on all fours. “Shawn? What’s gotten into you?” she asked, meekly.
He yanked her panties down to expose her butt. To his surprise, the fabric tore in his hands, and he ended up with a chunk of her panties in his palm. The rest of her ripped underwear fell to the floor. That accidental tearing seemed to surprise and impress Peggy even more. He noted that her pussy was dripping in near Angela-like quantities. “Hey. You’re making me like this, with your ‘It’s mine, dammit’ comments. So I fuck some cheerleaders. Do you have a problem with that?” He raised his hand up to strike her butt.
As she looked over her shoulder in fear, she replied, “N-n-n-no. G-g-g-go ahead. Fuck ’em all.”
He slammed his hand down, hard. Then he said, “Good. I think I will. Peggy, I still love you dearly, but variety is the spice of life. You have to understand that. I can’t be yours alone. Let’s just enjoy each other while we can. Okay?”
“O-o-o-o-okay.” He spanked again. But as soon as the spanking was done, he thrust his fingers into her vagina. She was so wet that they slid in deep, like sliding down a water slide. She didn’t cry out at the spanking or the invasion.
Then he spanked her a few more times, but never stopped rapidly frigging her pussy. She panted heavily and obviously loved it. After only about six or seven spankings, he stopped and devoted all his energies to pleasuring her ass and her pussy with his hands. After all, the spanks were ultimately sex spanks, not true anger spanks, and both of them knew it. She came with an all-over body tremble. He could tell she was shaken to her very core.
When that was over, she turned around, and to his surprise, she was crying. What puzzled him more was that he could tell that they were simultaneously tears of sadness and tears of joy. She said to him, “Shawn, when I first started getting involved with you, I knew it was a risky and unknown path. But I never, EVER thought something like this could happen! I LOVE YOU! I really do. I’ve never loved any boyfriend so much. And you’re just a kid. But you’re more of a man than any of them. If one of my boyfriends so much as heavily flirted with another woman, that was it. He was toast. And yet you’re telling me you’re fucking all these cheerleaders, and I’m LOVING IT! I’m hating it, and I’m loving it at the same time. This is so fucked up!”
Suddenly, she pulled him down. Taken by surprise, he collapsed right on top of her. She kissed him passionately, and he recovered enough of his wits to kiss back. When it was done, she looked him in the eye, and said, “Shawn, I’m having a hard time adjusting to your other women. Will you do me a favor? Please don’t get mad when I call you ‘my love.’ And don’t tell me about those others any more. I won’t ask where you’re going or try to stop you. Just let me pretend that I’m your only one. I already hate all the other cheerleaders, your sister excepted of course. And I hate Hui Shan most of all, because she’s the closest to you. If I know about the others, and I’m sure there are others, I’d just hate them too. As a teacher, I have to try to remain impartial. This jealousy isn’t good.”
Shawn was all tenderness now. “Okay, Peggy. You know that I deeply love you too. In a lot of ways, you’ll always be my first love. If I could call you something like ’lover’ too sometimes, I’d be honored.”
“Oh, Shawn!” She hugged him tight and kissed him again. “Of course you can. My love. My love!” They kissed some more.
But then Shawn suddenly got up. He looked at the classroom clock. “Would you look at that? You’re sneaky. You made me more than five minutes late.”
She came back, “You’re the sneaky one. I noticed that you saved your climax for those cheerleader bitches. Fucking sluts!”
“Hey,” Shawn admonished. “Remember? We won’t talk about them. Certainly not like that, or more spankings for you.”
She giggled. “And that’s supposed to be a deterrent? You might want to rethink your punishments, young man. That’s like punishing me by letting me win the lottery.”
Shawn zipped up his pants and made to leave. “All right, Peggy. We’ll see about that later. Don’t make me any later than I already am.”
She winked. “Okay. I’ll be good. I promise. I think between that fuck yesterday and what you did today, you’ve trained me pretty good. My love.” She winked again just as he opened the door to leave.
Now in the hallway, Shawn just stood there for a minute, to ponder what happened. God. I didn’t plan ANY of that. That was intense. “You’ve trained me pretty good.” What the fuck? I hate to be blunt about it, but I think I’ve just gained total control over Peggy. It’s like she’s another slave to be added to my harem. “You’ve trained me pretty good.” Whoa.
His mind staggered over that comment of hers for some time. Finally, he looked around and realized, As if that wasn’t enough, now I’ve got to go find Sera and Candice, and please them. Then I’ve got to run to L.A. and have some kind of intense psychiatric session. Then God knows what when I get home with Vel and who knows whom else. At least hopefully I’ll be able to get a nap. This is just too fucking intense! The Boy Scout trip is starting in less than eight hours. I just have to make it till then without suffering a total nervous breakdown. Too intense!
CHAPTER 11
Shawn rushed into the theater room where Candice and Sera were waiting. He was relieved to see that no one else was there this time. He said to Candice, who held the door open for him, “Quick, Candice, I’m running late. We don’t have much time to fuck.”
Candice pumped a fist into the air as she closed and locked the door. “Sweet!” As she followed Shawn to the stage, she left a trail of clothing in her wake.
But Sera protested, as Shawn knew she would. “Hey! Wait a second! You promised me a consolation prize. I didn’t come here for nothing. Where’s my prize?”
“Sorry, Sera, but I don’t have time. Next time. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” He was more yanking her chain that anything; seeing what her reaction would be.
Her eyes narrowed angrily. “Next time?!? It’s always next time with you. NO! You said I’d get my prize TODAY and I want it TODAY! Is that clear?”
Shawn stopped undressing long enough to fix her with a withering gaze. “Sera, who’s in charge here? You or me? Who makes that decision? You or me? You want to get on my bad side?”
Shawn was taking a risky path, as no one wanted to get on Sera’s bad side. No one ever challenged her like this. But he felt that the aggressive approach was working well lately, and flush with the success of his interaction with Peggy, he was in a mood to throw caution to the wind. He knew that he’d end up doing something physical with Sera, if only because it was so much fun, but he wanted to set the terms.
It appeared to work. Sera, for once, was silent, though she looked like she was on the edge of saying a few choice words. His penis hung out of his now-unzipped shorts and he caught both girls staring hungrily at it.
But before she could gather up her hateful energy and throw it at him, he parried with a preemptive proposal. “I’ll fuck you if you beg for it.”
Sera’s eyes shot daggers at him while she mulled over his offer. Shawn meanwhile thought, Talk about a win-win. If she agrees, I get to fuck a humbled Sera. If she says no, I can blame it on her snotty attitude, which will blunt her counterattacks. And then I’ll be able to enjoy Candice without rushing.
“All right,” Sera finally conceded with a roll of her eyes. “I’ll beg you. Please fuck me, Shawn. I’m begging you.”
Shawn raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, but pushed his advantage. “Hrm. Very uninspired. Obviously not sincere. But I’ll fix your attitude soon enough. Bend over, because your cunt is too dirty for me to defile my penis in it. I’m going to fill you up in your other hole.” He said this as he took off the rest of his clothes.
“You mean you’re going to fuck me up the ass?” Sera asked. She bent over and wiggled her ass at him suggestively. She was shocked, but pleasantly surprised. All her boyfriends, without exception, had thought the idea of anal sex too disgusting and “gay.”
“That’s exactly what I mean, so your tanned ass had better watch out.” He turned to Candice who was waiting, naked and annoyed. “This’ll just be a minute,” he said with an endearing wink.
He still had an erection from his recent encounter with Peggy. He pulled his penis out from his boxers and wagged it at Sera lewdly. “Pull your cheeks apart nice and wide, you little cum-guzzling slut!” he ordered.
He thought to himself, There’s something especially satisfying about fucking Sera’s bum. Not only is she generally acknowledged as the most beautiful woman in school, although I personally think Hui Shan and Joanna are more beautiful, but fucking her in her asshole gives me the feeling of taking this far too bitchy and arrogant woman down a notch. It’s like she needs and craves a good fucking to keep herself in line. Not only that, but these interactions with her are doing wonders to build up my confidence and aggressiveness.
He really had a hard time getting his big penis in her tiny anus, and that somehow greatly pleased him. His penis head encountered resistance, and he appeared to completely stop and give up.
She squirmed and wiggled and goaded him on, saying, “Please, for the love of God, don’t stop!” He still just rested his penis there, so she continued, “Shawn, I’m begging you! Fuck my ass! Fuck it good! I’m your dirty slutty anal whore and I NEED your cock! Please! Pleeeasse! I’m begging you!” As she said this, she reached around and tried to grab his penis and force it in deeper into her well-toned ass. But Shawn’s firm hands on her ass cheeks kept him from inching deeper or her from pushing back onto him. Her attempts to grab his penis and pull it in only served as a pleasant though brief and inadvertent hand job.
“Hmm, I don’t know,” he replied uncertainly after a long pause. Then, to her great relief, he finally pushed his penis in another inch and shoved all of the wide penis head in. It should have been easier from there on in, but he deliberately paused again, just to see her suffer and beg. What the heck is wrong with me? Is this just an issue I have with the bitchy Sera, or am I slowly becoming truly nasty? I really should control myself. I shouldn’t call her hurtful names. It’s not right. But it’s so much fun to have this perfect, ideal tanned cheerleader whimpering and begging me to fuck her butt. Even as he said this he pulled out a bit, and felt an almost evil glee as he heard her moan and literally scream in frustration.
“Shawn, no! That’s the wrong way! I’m your anal slut! I’m your slave! I’m your anything! Just put it in! No one has EVER fucked my ass and I just HAVE to have it! Please!” She appeared to be on the verge of tears as her ass cheeks quaked and unsuccessfully tried to squeeze his shaft further in.
He snickered as he watched Sera’s perfectly tanned ass ripple with the need for his penis, “Well, since you asked so nicely. Please IS the magic word.” Shawn already had the head inside, so the rest was easy. With one fluid motion he drove his penis down her asshole and filled it all the way up with the fullness of his thick rod. He noted that her asshole was much tighter than Cheese’s. He actually found it too tight and preferred Cheese’s - as with everything about her, his favorite neighbor had a perfectly sized anus in a body perfectly designed for sex.
He quickly reduced Sera to a quivering mass of subservient Jell-O, and got a great kick out of yelling rude things to her as he pounded her butt from behind.
“Who’s a rude, cunt loving bitch?” he growled as he slapped her left butt cheek gleefully.
“I am!” Sera gasped as he rammed her on a deep stroke.
“Who’s nothing more that a pussy life support system, good for nothing but being fucked?”
“I am!” A thin line of sex-induced drool dripped from the corner of her mouth.
“Are you my cum dumpster?”
Sera didn’t even hesitate to answer. “Yes!”
Shawn straightened his back, withdrew his penis out of her completely, and then shoved it back in with all of his might. The pain was excruciating as the wide head forced its way in past her still very tight sphincter muscles. She clenched her teeth to keep from screaming. “Who’s your daddy, you common whore?”
“You are!” she mewled helplessly as she rocked under his onslaught.
“Who’s an arrogant bitch who needs to be put in her place?”
“I am!”
“What’s your only purpose in life?”
Sera shouted out her answer so loud that it sounded almost as if she’d been split in two. “To fuck! And get fucked!”
“Good! Who should be able to fuck you?”
“Anybody! Everybody! Man or woman, I don’t care! I’m an utter whore! Fuck me!”
And so it went. Not only did Sera not mind the names, she actually felt high from the whole experience, like she’d just done a lot of wonderful drugs. She already knew that she had to have her ass filled regularly from now on, and that only Shawn was man enough for the job.
Shawn mercilessly fucked Sera while she crouched on all fours. But halfway through, he picked her up forcefully and put her down on the ground right in front of Candice. He forced her tits down onto the cold brick floor and with every thrust, pushed her whole body into the ground. But Sera seemed to actually prefer the rough treatment.
He briefly looked at Candice as he repositioned. Candice looked both terribly aroused and terribly afraid. She seemed to think that she would be getting the “Sera treatment” next.