Christine stood back up and exploded in anger. "SUZANNE?! Dammit! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" She pounded the lounge chair in frustration, and then started pacing around, setting her massive lons knocking yet again. "That’s wrong. That is so wrong!"
"Whoa. Hold on a second. Before we get into the whole wrong issue, how did you know?"
She cald down just enough to explain, but she was still incredibly peeved. "So months ago, she ca by school to pick you up for so reason. I’d noticed her at school a few tis before; after all, how could I not? Whenever she cos by, it’s like a major event. Everybody stops and gawks at her walk. The way she walks is totally obscene, with her sashaying hips and the boom-boom bouncing of her chest. Geez! It’s ridiculous the way she’s so overtly sexy! She’s like Jessica Rabbit co to life."
"Everyone says that," he noted with a satisfied smile. But he wiped the smile from his face when she glowered at him.
She continued, "Anyway, I always keep my eyes open, as you know, and that day I saw her staring at you. And the way she stared at you, well, let’s just say it was like you were a delicious candy bar, and she couldn’t wait to eat you all up. So once I heard all these harem rumors, she seed like a natural candidate, and her presence at the eting this morning increased my suspicions. I’ll bet you’re sleeping with half the won who were there!"
Christine is too perceptive. As for the eting, what would she think if she found out I’m sleeping with ALL the won there, except her? Man! She’d flip out!
But he didn’t have much ti to think, because Christine stood in front of him in all her near-naked glory, bending over with her great tits dangling towards his face. She poked her finger at him accusingly. "How COULD you, Alan? How could you?! Not only is she Amy’s mother, but she’s MARRIED!"
"Now, hold on. Yes, she’s married, but only technically, as their love completely died years ago. She’s still been living in the sa house as her husband so they can keep the family together, but now that Amy and her brother are finishing high school and about to go off to college, the divorce is already in progress. She and her husband haven’t so much as kissed each other in years!"
Christine shook her head. Even in the middle of her anger, she couldn’t resist occasionally checking out the bulge in his swimsuit. For so reason, seeing that made her salivate. She griped, "Poor Amy. I can’t believe you’re doing this to her."
He got defensive. "Poor Amy? You don’t know what you’re talking about. Amy puts on this airhead act, but she’s really not like that. She seduced with an elaborate plan, and both she and her mother have been 100 percent in agreent on sharing all along. She’s probably smarter than you and put together. So don’t criticize things you don’t know. Go ask her about it. I want you to, so you’ll see that what I’m saying is true."
Despite the seriousness of the discussion, thinking about Amy brought a smile to Alan’s face. Do I have the most perfect girlfriend in the world, or what? I can picture her right now. She’s probably sitting at ho with Mom and Kat, wearing sothing super sexy, if she’s wearing anything at all, wondering where I am. Not only is she eager to share with her own mother; she’s eager to share with anyone I want! No wonder Christine can’t understand her; I can barely fathom it myself.
anwhile, Christine thought, The very idea that a girl would willingly share her boyfriend in a sexual way with her own MOTHER, and even happily agree to such an arrangent, is beyond bizarre! I’d be a lot angrier about the whole thing, except I rember how delighted Amy was when she told all her friends at school that she’s sharing her boyfriend with other girls. Heck, Amy even offered to share him with ! I’m gonna have to have a long talk with her - I must be missing sothing.
And what about my mom? She’s so hung up on this idea of Amy and competing to go steady with Alan. What would she think if she knew that he’s fucking Amy’s centerfold MOTHER too?!
The thought of Olga made her rember the danger of her parents coming ho. She quickly scanned the house and was relieved to see that the lights were still off.
She shook her head incredulously, then said, "I’m sorry. I guess one reason I’m bothered so much is simple jealousy. I an, who can compete with the great Suzanne?"
"’The great Suzanne’, huh? She is pretty great, actually. What do you know about her?"
"Well, um, next to nothing, I suppose. Just seen her here and there. The eting this morning was the first ti I’ve spent any ti talking to her beyond social niceties. But she’s just soooo sexy, soooo confident, soooo smart, soooo... well, everything. But especially sexy. If anyone has a centerfold body and a centerfold face, it’s her. That’s really daunting. This whole harem thing of yours is REALLY daunting! I can’t handle it. Just thinking about it makes angry and jealous."
She tried to control her rising emotions, but didn’t succeed very well. "I expect better from you, Mr. Alan Plumr! Although, given your boob mania, I shouldn’t be surprised. Woe be unto any woman with E-cups or larger, including myself!"
"Hey, it’s not like that."
She grumbled unhappily, "It sure looks like that to ! Heck, your mother is even more endowed than Amy’s mother. If I were her, I’d watch my back around you."
He was very perturbed by that comnt, but tried not to show it. For one thing, it imdiately brought to mind images of a naked Susan sneaking up on him from behind and rubbing her big breasts into his back while cooing into his ear sothing about horny, big-titted mommies needing son-cock to play with. He felt his erection surge, but he pretended to be outraged. "Hey!"
Christine had been lashing out with that comnt, trying to hurt, but she imdiately felt very bad about it. "Sorry. That was uncalled for. But hell, you even sleep with HEATHER, the Queen Bitch of the Universe! You’ll sleep with practically any busty, beautiful woman!"
As she said the word "Heather" her face turned sour, as if she’d swallowed a lemon.
He waved a hand in the air dismissively. "Heather’s a whole different, complicated deal, one that we already talked about in the ambulance. I’m trying to extricate myself from that, by the way. It isn’t exactly easy because Heather could blow her top and practically nuke the school if I don’t play my cards right with her."
That gave Christine pause, since she could easily imagine Heather in a vindictive mood.
He continued, "But Christine, you have to understand that Amy’s mom seduced . It was about the sa ti Amy did, in fact. Eventually, both realized what the other one was doing, and both fully approved. And why? Because they were both in love with . You may think that it’s all about lust and sweaty sheets and nothing more, because of Suzanne’s looks and the age difference, but it’s not. We’re in love! I know it’s hard to understand, but it’s real. It is possible to fully love more than one person, just like a parent loves more than one of their children."
That brought her up short. To avoid admitting he’d scored a point, she folded one arm under her enormous hooters and glowered at him. Finally she thought of a coback. "Huh! She’s old enough to BE YOUR parent!"
"Are you saying it’s impossible to love or be with soone of a different generation?"
"No. But there is age difference, and then there’s nailing your girlfriend’s MOTHER!" she complained bitterly.
Dammit, it’s hard to argue against his "love" argunt, but it still isn’t right! And why does she have to be so gorgeous?! I could never win in the sexual arena against her, and I HATE it!
She looked down at her massive globes, with her arm still pushing them forward and up. You’d think that with a body like mine, and especially breasts like these, I’d have a "tit man" like Alan eating out of the palm of my hand. But Mrs. Pestridge is probably even MORE endowed than I am. I just can’t win!
She looked back up at him and complained, "It’s not like I need to know the details about these others though, since I can guess what they’re like well enough. I’ll bet they’re all incredibly beautiful, with huge busts to boot. What is it with you and big breasts, anyway? Am I supposed to believe that you’re really in love with all these won, and the fact that all your lovers look like, well, THIS, is just total coincidence?"
He’d been struggling to keep looking her in the eye and not let his gaze drift down to her own remarkable rack, especially given what they were talking about.
But when she said "THIS," she actually held her twin torpedoes from below and briefly hefted them up. Then she let go, setting off another jaw-dropping tit-quake.
He was so horny that he almost whimpered and moaned helplessly.
She could see the effect her dramatic move had had on him, and she secretly felt triumphant. She noted with approval that his boner was still threatening to rip his shorts to shreds. She couldn’t wait to rub against it a lot more, and maybe even hold it directly in her bare hands. She knew, to her sha, she’d be doing sothing sexy to it soon, no matter how this discussion ended.
He gathered his wits and said, "I’ll admit it’s hard to believe, but that’s basically the truth. I can’t explain it. Maybe I’m just really lucky. But look at the two of us. Yes, you’re sexy, and yes, you’re busty, but is that all there is between us? Just lust? Is there no friendship? Is there no love? Doesn’t our relationship go much, much deeper than just that?"
"I don’t know," she replied, knowing that she did know and that he was right. But she was being difficult because she was so upset with him, even as her pussy still tingled and lubricated for him.
"Co on," he urged. "Physical attraction is obviously a part of it. Would we be kissing and stuff if you didn’t find attractive? Big breasts like yours get you noticed, as I’m sure you’ve discovered firsthand many tis. They can be fun for both you and your partner in bed, believe . But big boobs don’t make a woman beautiful on the inside. It’s the person behind the eyes that you fall in love with."
Seeing that she was wavering but unconvinced, he continued, "I have to admit that I’ve been extrely lucky. I seem to have sothing won really like, and in the last couple of months I’ve had sex with lots of won. I’ve turned into kind of a ’mimbo,’ a male bimbo. For so reason, I was very lucky and wound up sleeping with so extrely attractive won. But you know what they say: beauty is only skin deep. I think I would have settled down from my promiscuous ways before too long, if the only thing I had in common with these won was the sex. But along the way I connected with a handful on a different, deep level."
She scoffed, "A handful?!" Of course, she knew that already, but any reminder tended to set her off.
He ignored that and pressed on. "You’re one of them. You’ve got it all: beauty, personality, intelligence, and a kind heart. Rember, you were my first choice, the one I wanted to date the most."
He was unable to look her in the eye, so he lowered his eyes and stared at his hands in his lap. "Christine, I don’t know what this ans exactly, but I think I love you... No, I KNOW I love you."
*---*
He’d been on a roll, expressing his feelings as honestly as he could, while needing to keep certain things secret, but he had no idea where he was going with those words. When he said, "I think I love you," it surprised him as much as it surprised her. Once he said it, though, he knew it to be true. It was sothing he’d never consciously realized before, and it hit him like an epiphany. That’s why he added, "No, I know I love you."
Her surly facial expression vanished, replaced by a look of total shock.
Alan knew he had to strike while the iron was hot. He moved in to kiss her. He said, "Christine, I want to kiss you again so very much, but I won’t if you don’t want to."
She shot him an angry look, but then said testily, "Shut up and kiss , you fool!" Then her face turned to a lusty, eager one as she closed the distance until their lips touched.
Within seconds, once their tongues started dueling, her anger had been forgotten. The only things that mattered were the kiss and his words "I know I love you." It was like a nuclear explosion, a supernova of desire.
She found herself thinking, Dammit! Damn ALAN! God DAMN him! I swear, he’s just completely irresistible! I should be resisting to protest about him fucking all those other won, but I can’t! The way his hands are running all over my bare skin is setting on fire! The way he just took over and pulled down onto the lounge chair! Gaawwwd! And his kisses, his kisses! It’s like I’m lting: I’m turning into mush!
DAMN him! Why did he have to say "I love you" and take my heart? I love you too, Alan Plumr, God dammit! It’s true! I love you! With all my heart and soul! I’m too afraid to tell you that to your face, but deep down I’ve known it for weeks.
So now what? He’s got his hands on my bare breasts and he’s going to kiss and fondle them for hours, until I’m totally addicted to him! Where’s my top now, anyway? Where did it go? She’d had her eyes closed to better savor their latest kiss, but she opened them and looked around until she spied her bikini top lying on the ground so distance away.
Figures, she grumbled to herself. Stupid fucking tit fiend. I really should break off this kiss and go pick up my top, then put it back on, just to piss him off. His hands are groping at my chest like he’s only got minutes left to live. Not like I will cover up, but I should. Except that his hands feel so damn good! Dammit again! Arrgh!
He’s really driving crazy! His stupid magical fingers are bringing more pleasure to my nipples than I ever thought possible! What with his kisses and his "I love you" crap. I oughta kick him into the next county. Mr. Smooth Operator, that’s what he is. Says he loves . HA! Probably just a bunch of bullshit so he can plunder my body even more than he already has. It’s like he’s turning into another one of his willing sluts with each passing minute! It’s so totally humiliating. I should at least put up so token resistance!
Only, only, he DOES love ! I KNOW he does! I can see it in his eyes, and I can feel it in his every touch! He’s so caring and gentle, yet strong. Why does he have to love ? Why, why, why?! And why does he have to have a fuckin’ HAREM?!
Oh God! Oh God! Now he’s pinching my nipple so hard! I can’t take it! I’m gonna scream! And then I’m gonna cum! That damned baseball bat of his is rubbing back and forth, pressing into ! It’s so friggin’ HUGE! I couldn’t POSSIBLY take that in my pussy. There’s no way! It’d be like squeezing a cal through the eye of a needle!
But my God. If I could. If only I could! Let’s face it: he’s gonna fuck ! Maybe even tonight - who knows?! But I’m not ready! The very thought is downright scary. If I could manage that fat slab of at, the pleasure I might feel! I’d just DIE! Hell, I’m dying right now! I’m gonna cum any minute just from his kissing and his nipple play, and I almost never cum! The way he’s running his hands all over , so possessively, so MANLY! I never LIVED before today, I’ve never LIVED!
Alan was also feeling quite emotional about what was happening. He thought, Why did I just say that? "I know I love you." It’s true, it’s definitely true, but so things are better left unsaid. I’ve totally fucked up. My vow. What about my God-damned vow? Sohow we wound up necking, and more. That’s just wrong. I should have stopped. I should have gone ho. But noooOOOOoooo! Stupid , I kept talking. I told her about Suzanne, and that was good. Honest. Maybe on so deeper level I was trying to sabotage things, ’cos it could never work out between us. But then I had to go and say that "I love you" stuff!
He lost himself in the kissing for the next minute or two, and then thought, What’s maddening is how good this kissing is. I can’t stop! I an, it was good before, but this is just... wow! I’ve kissed a lot of won lately, but this is sothing else altogether! This is what they call a soul kiss. I should have known it: she’s such a passionate, intense person, that it only makes sense that she’d be a passionate, intense lover!
He also was looking around as far as the pool lights would allow and, just like Christine, he discovered her bikini top lying so distance away. Sweetness! I wonder how that got way over there. Is it my lucky day or what? I can’t even rember how that happened anymore. Hell, who cares why? I’m in beautiful, big-tit heaven! Two solid years of dreaming of doing this, and now it’s happening!
His brain more or less shut down for a while after that as he drifted into so kind of erotic nirvana. Between the continued kisses and groping her bare breasts and her nearly bare ass cheeks, he was soaring as high as a kite. The only fly in the ointnt was his bandaged hands, limiting what he could do sotis.
anwhile, she was thinking, He thinks he’s lucky with won. Ha! Lucky, my ass! It’s not just luck that he gets all the most beautiful girls - he’s a sexual BEAST! If he’s as sexually talented with those other girls as he is with right now - and I’m sure he is - then it’s no wonder they all fall in love with him. I’d fall head over heels in love just from the way he’s kissing and touching , except that I’m in love with him already. And probably he falls in love with them in the sa way they fall in love with him. This is a problem, to put it mildly, but at least I kind of understand things better now.
The sun had set about half an hour earlier, and now the last remaining light in the sky had faded. It had been a nice day, especially for late November, but it quickly began cooling off. Both of them were getting cold, but neither of them wanted to stop the kissing and fondling because it felt so good.
Christine was sowhat frustrated that she wasn’t in a position to grind or bounce against his erection so more, but then again she was soaring into the stratosphere just from what he was doing to her. She doubted she could handle any more pleasure without possibly passing out from an epic orgasmic overload.
Finally, their shivering grew too much. Alan broke their kiss and said, "Aren’t you cold? I’m freezing."
"Yeah, I’m pretty cold." She looked around and confird that the lights in the house were still out. Then she saw the hot tub. "Hey! The hot tub. That’ll warm us up."
"Yeah, good idea. But you know what would be a better idea? A MASSAGE in the hot tub. My muscles are sore all over, and I’ll bet yours are too."
"Oh, great idea!" Oh boy! I hope this night never ends! I should call my parents and tell them to stay out until late.
He nodded happily, but then rembered his commitnts. "Shit, I don’t know if I can. I’ve got this thing to do to at six. It’s an appointnt and I can’t be late."
She was so frustrated to hear that, she wanted to scream. Still in his arms, she raised an eyebrow and looked at him skeptically. "’This... thing?’" For crying out loud! He’s going to leave for so date to fuck one of his other won! Does my sha know no bounds?! I’m acting like the kind of weak woman I detest!
"Yeah. This thing." He was thinking about his agreent with Ginger to pick up his many purchases at Stephanie’s lingerie and sex shop at six. He couldn’t be late for that, since the shop was closed and Ginger was going out of her way to be there for him, since he had so many purchases to make.
"What kind of ’thing?’" she probed suspiciously, feeling jealous again. "You might as well say ’these things,’ as in the bouncy boobs of so beautiful lady."
He frowned. "It’s not like that. It’s private, but I swear, it doesn’t involve having sex. Why would I lie to you about sothing small like that, when you already know I have sex with other won, and then tell you the truth about my big Suzanne secret? That doesn’t make any sense."
She conceded the point. "Yeah, you’re right. Sorry to be suspicious, but I’m just curious in general, and I’m having a real hard ti with you being with these other girls." She thought, Well, at least that’s a big relief. Funnily enough, even though he’s a total player, I trust him. I can’t deny that he’s been honest with all along. I’m sure he lies sotis, but it’s lies of omission.
Feeling better about everything, despite the new ti constraint, she smiled and suggested, "Say, what are we waiting for? Let’s get in the hot tub."
He smiled back. "Yeah. Definitely. Only, what ti is it? My appointnt is at six sharp."
"I think it’s around five thirty based on the sun setting, but let check. Just a sec." She disengaged from him, turned around, and walked back towards the house.
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