Part 118: Baby Come Back

Day 74: Thursday, November 28

Chapter 1

The Plummer house had a sun deck on the second floor, over the kitchen area. Lately, it hadn't been used much since the house's occupants were usually in a state of semi-nudity or nudity, or probably expected to soon be in that state. Even though the sun deck was really an unenclosed part of the upper floor, there was much more danger of being seen there.

But that's where Suzanne and Xania now stood, fully clothed. Suzanne had asked Xania to meet on the sun deck wearing something respectable, precisely because it would eliminate the temptation to fool around and because she wanted to have a serious discussion. Because of the sun deck's remote location and lack of in-house camera system, it was an ideal place to have a private conversation.

Suzanne said as she admired the view, "Xania, I need some advice on a really difficult matter."

Xania said jokingly, but also with serious intent, "You do realize I'm not a psychologist or counselor, right? I only play one on TV."

"Of course I know that. But you've been pretty wise with your words lately, and I don't know anyone else I can discuss this with. You see, for a long time now I was so caught up in the quest of getting the Plummer family sexed up that I never really stepped back to look at the bigger picture. Now that my goals are pretty much accomplished and my schemes are more or less successful, I can look at what I've done. Sure, in most ways it's great and I wouldn't change a thing even if things didn't always go as I'd planned. But in other ways I look at what I've done and feel ... distressed. Guilty."

Xania cocked an eyebrow at her former roommate. "Guilty? Why? It's not because of the incest factor, is it?"

Suzanne shrugged that off with a chuckle. "What, that? No. Hardly. It's mostly about Susan. I try so hard in all my schemes to use them to make people happy and at the very least do no harm, but I feel like I've abused her. More to the point, I've brainwashed her. I mean, look at her! Yeah, she's happy, okay, pretty much deliriously happy all the time, but she's practically non-functional in the real world. I've warped her brain! Every day, every single day for weeks on end, I would literally talk to her for a couple of hours at a minimum about how great Alan's cock is, how there's nothing better than sucking on it, and so on. Basically, I totally brainwashed her!"

Xania pointed out, "But her old conservative beliefs were a form of brainwashing, too. Except that she was profoundly unhappy deep inside back then, and look at her now. She IS deliriously happy."

Suzanne replied, "So you're saying the end justifies the means. Well, that's my motto too, usually, and I don't have any problem with that. Usually. But the problem is I went too far! Way too far! I mean, I praised Alan and his cock so much that it's downright unhealthy. And the funny thing is, I think it boomeranged back on me and I ended up brainwashing myself in the bargain! I praised him to the high heavens so much that before long everyone in the house started believing it, and Alan picked up on it and his confidence surged and he started porking girls everywhere he went, and that reinforced the praise and the whole thing just grew and grew in some kind of recursive positive feedback loop!"

"And that's a bad thing?" Xania asked, trying not to smirk.

"Well, not for Alan, obviously!" Suzanne laughed. "He's totally loving life, as usual. But look at Susan. And Brenda. Even Katherine a little, though her case isn't quite so bad. My brainwashing has turned them into such addicts for Alan's cock that it's just not healthy. I feel terrible. I'm worse than the Moonies and the Hare Krishnas put together!"

"If you were able to change Susan that much, why not just change her back?"

"That's the problem, and this is what scares me! I LIKE what I've wrought! Susan and Brenda are naturally submissive and I'm naturally dominant. I like turning them into nymphomaniacs and sex pets. I get off on it! It's something I only just realized this morning. I've been telling myself that what I've been doing is necessary to further my scheme, but a lot of it isn't. I kept pushing and pushing 'cos I wanted to see Susan be completely and utterly sexually free and wild, but I pushed way too far. Then others got caught up in it, like Brenda. And ME! That's what's so ironic. How did I wind up just another nympho in Alan's growing harem when I'm the one who schemed to bring the harem together in the first place? It's my own damned fault. But I'm having so much fun that even though I know I should be stepping back and changing things, I just can't."

"Or simply don't want to."

"Or don't want to, yeah." Suzanne had a sour look on her face, like she'd just bit into a slice of lemon. She hated admitting these things to herself, much less to her friend.

Xania thought about all of that. "Hmmm. Curious. I can definitely believe everything you said. But is it really all that bad? Sure, things have turned out pretty strange and extreme, but as long as it works and everyone's happy, what's the downside? Aside from your wounded pride, that is. Isn't everyone having the time of their life?"

"Yes, but, well, it's mostly Susan that I'm worried about. Brenda seems happy as a clam and I hardly did anything to change her into what's she's become. She saw what was going on and eagerly dived in head first. I doubt there's any way to change her back even if all of us worked on it together. But Susan! She's my best friend and I betrayed her trust in a fundamental way. I kept telling myself it would be okay because it was for her own good, but at some point I crossed a line from saving her from her prudish ways to turning her into a mindless sex toy simply because I could. That really hit home when I attempted to do some shopping with Brenda and Susan this morning. I mean, Susan's just not functional in the real world anymore! If she were to go shopping on her own, I could seriously picture her winding up licking her way up and down a zucchini as she mumbled about her Tiger, oblivious to all the people staring. And who's to blame for that? ME! Some best friend I am!"

"So where do you think things should go from here?"

"Xania, basically I'm asking you to keep me from my worst excesses. I don't want to go back to how things were two months ago, but we need to put Susan on a more even keel. Can you talk to her and test her?"

"Test her? How?"

"Well, for instance, do a little shopping with her before you go. I'm sure we'll discover some last minute things we forgot to get in the next hour or two. I'm just as bad as she is now, so if I went we'd end up scandalizing the whole store. Again. But you could go and just kind of observe from a distance. See how functional she is. Maybe I'm a big part of the problem and she'd be fine without me there blathering about Alan's big tasty cock every five minutes."

"Okay, I can do that."

"And talk to her. Since I am, for once, caught in my own web, I don't have much perspective. But maybe you can see where she is, and where a more healthy sexual level is, and try to dial her back down to the healthy level."

"Well, I'll try. But frankly, Suzanne, I don't think things are as bad as you fear. For one thing, you forget about the time frame. Everyone in this house is going through a sexual explosion. It's like when someone gets converted to a new religion and they become a complete fanatic about it. I had an aunt like that who was born again. For like six months I could hardly stand to be near her. Everything was a miracle. If her husband wanted chicken for dinner and she'd bought chicken that day, it was a miracle. Now she's still religious but she has perspective about it. She looks back to her fervor then and has a good laugh. I think that's what's happening here, too. You're all feeding on each other's energy and excitement, but that can't go on forever at such a fever pitch. Things'll chill out, but the harem and your extremely joyous sexual life together will still be there."

"You think? God, I hope you're right. To be honest, I've started to worry about Susan just completely flipping out."

"No, that's not going to happen. Suzanne, you and I are both very sexual beings, but we've had vastly different lifestyles since college. You've gone down the normal suburban path - in your own distinctive style, mind you, but still a pretty vanilla path, all in all. I on the other hand live in Santa Monica and hang out with some of the freakiest and most sex obsessed people on the planet. And what's interesting is how they all manage to keep it together in the real world. People leaving a wild orgy to do their shift at some boring place like Taco Bell. I see things like that all the time, especially in the porn industry where almost everyone has a second job to keep afloat financially. It's really not the lucrative industry everyone thinks it is, except for a couple of fat cats at the top who rip everyone off."

Xania sighed, thinking about how she had to struggle to get by working as a dental assistant, something she didn't really want to do. Then she continued, "But I digress. My point is, I've seen a lot of people come and go, people who can keep their shit together and people who can't. Susan can definitely keep it together. She's very well grounded with those traditional values of hers. It's just that now she's adjusted her value system to include odd things like the 'Big Tits Theory.' That's one of the wackiest excuses for submissiveness I've ever heard, but it works for her and it makes her happy, so what's the harm, really? She needs a value system to live by and she follows that, well, religiously. She's an extremely predictable person and she's not going to flip out. Trust me."

"I suppose I knew that already, but it's good to hear you confirm it."

Xania nodded. "The fact is, Susan's world has changed. It's filled with sex, sex, and more sex. So her adjusted value system is a good fit with her new reality. If Alan's medical treatment came up and you didn't take steps to quote, brainwash her, unquote, she'd be helping him out but beating herself up about it every single day. Sure, her attitude now is a little over the top, but things are a little over the top around here in general. For instance, where's Alan right now? Isn't he off fucking that bitchy Heather chick?"

"Probably."

Xania prodded, "Probably? You think he went over there to play model trains with her?"

Suzanne grinned wickedly. "Okay, definitely." Her gaze drifted from Xania to the view of the neighborhood as she lasciviously licked her lips. "If I know my Sweetie, he's balls deep in her ass right now and melting her brain through sheer lust." Just thinking about it sent little shivers racing up and down her spine.

"Oh, you can bet on it. He and I talked about Heather some earlier and I advised him that she needs regular vigorous buttfucking to stay more or less in line, since that seems to be her preferred hole. I'm sure that even as we speak she's bent over and screaming his name as that big telephone pole of his slides in and out of her taut bronzed butt."

Suzanne found herself feeling hot and overdressed all of a sudden. Her gaze returned to Xania and she began to mentally undress her. Xania's outfit, while conservative, still exposed some cleavage since she hadn't brought any clothes with her that didn't.

Suzanne's eyes were glued there, down Xania's creamy valley. If I can't have my Sweetie at the moment, Xania's legendary tongue, "The Snake", will certainly do in a pinch! I love the things her tongue can do to my pussy; it's almost like a little Alan Junior, stabbing in so deep! ... No. I came here for serious talk. I can't lose my willpower every five minutes like some people around here or there would be chaos.

"Suzanne?"

Suzanne forced herself to look up to Xania's face. "Yes, please continue."

"So as you see, that's the reality of the Plummer household now. The frantic pace of sex may slow down, but he's still got to do his thing six times a day. You all are having a non-stop barrel of fun in your new harem lifestyle. So we don't want Susan to change back TOO much, now do we?"

"True," Suzanne replied. She found herself thinking, Heather's pretty smoking hot. I wouldn't mind taming her ass myself every now and then with a big strap-on. I'll bet I could teach her some humility! Yummy. But knowing that Xania was waiting for her to say more, she had to give herself a little shake to get Heather out of her head.

Suzanne continued, "But we've also been extremely lucky. We need to be grounded so we could deal with any disaster that might befall us. For instance, what if Alan were to go somewhere far away for a month or more? Even something relatively small like that could push the new Susan over the edge, don't you think?"

That brought Xania up short. She nodded. "Well, that would be tough, and there would be a lot of crying and gnashing of teeth. But the thing is, you all have each other, both as sexual outlets and to lean on emotionally. Sure, sometimes one or more of you can get carried away, but ultimately you're all best friends and lovers. Frankly, I envy you. I'm pretty much on my own up there in a big and heartless city."

Suzanne stepped forward and enveloped Xania in a hug. "Thanks. You ARE really good at this counseling stuff. Now can you go have a talk with Susan before you leave? I know you don't have much time before you have to head back north."

"It would be my pleasure. I was already planning on talking to her anyway about some of these same things. I may not really be a psychologist, but she thinks of me that way and I'm happy to do what I can." Xania smirked and licked her lips. "Besides, she tastes good."

Suzanne had to stifle a grin. "Thanks. And remember, the offer to join our group is always open."

Xania looked regretful. "I know that, and it does look like a better and better offer all the time. But I have to be honest, it would never work out with me. I can't open myself up to Alan because I know he could never be enough man for me, not if I have to share him with so many others, and maybe not even if I didn't have to share him. The bottom line is, as you know, I'm highly sexed and my appetite for it has only increased since college, if you can believe that. So I need a lot more flesh and blood cock than he could ever deliver, maybe more than any one man can ever give me. If I ran around with other men, which I would, that would cause no end of trouble for the group. I just can't settle down with any one guy, period. But I do look on your group and envy you all."

They continued to hug for a long time. Suzanne felt like a great weight had lifted from her shoulders.

Chapter 2

Back in the Morgan house, Heather, who was bent over with Alan impaled in her behind, went rigid as she heard the sound of her father Frank knocking on her bedroom door. In her mind's eye she saw him turning the knob to her door and walking into her bedroom. She could picture his red and angry face as he discovered that his "Precious Princess" had a boy's cock buried balls deep in her ass, and in her own bedroom no less! Her anal sphincter clamped down painfully tight onto Alan's erection, her fearful crushing grip rendering it impossible for him to pull out. Paralyzed with terror at the prospect of being discovered, she couldn't think of what to do.

"Princess? You in there?" Frank asked in his booming voice.

Both Alan and Heather stared in horror at the door handle as it jiggled.

Alan, realizing that Heather had only a few seconds to answer before her father came charging in, tried to ignore how her asshole was doing its damned hardest to crush his cock to a pulp. Despite the increasing pain, he wasn't growing flaccid at all. If anything, the danger and excitement was just making him more aroused and engorged. He managed to whisper in her ear, "Tell him he can't come in. Say you're not decent!"

Willing to grab any lifeline, she yelled at the door, "You can't come in! I'm not decent!" There was no need for her to feign panic at this point. For the life of her she couldn't remember if she'd locked her door or not.

At the same time she said that, there was a rattling of the door knob. Both Alan and Heather very nearly passed out from sheer terror, but luckily that's all it was, a rattling.

Then Frank said from the other side of her bedroom door. "Oh. So that's why your door's locked. What are you doing?"

Heather turned her head to look at Alan, forgetting momentarily that she could see him perfectly well in the mirror in front of them. Her expression desperately, silently, begged him for help. The close call with the doorknob rattling had scared the wits out of her in a very literal sense. She was trembling all over in fear, despite the fact that the door was really locked.

But Alan was thinking clearly and quickly, largely motivated by the fear of Heather's big and bulky father beating the shit out of him. He whispered into her ear, "Exercising in the buff. What do you want?" He was very grateful that the bass heavy instrumental dance music was still playing, to help drown out his whispers.

Her eyelids fluttered as she pushed her ass back against him. Regardless of whatever else was happening, the danger of being discovered was a huge turn-on and she was powerfully aroused, even though she didn't want to be. She wanted to say or do something to get herself out of this mess, but all she could think about was how deliciously wicked and wonderful it felt to have her ass completely stuffed with cock.

Her entire asshole squeezed powerfully around his shaft as a form of non-verbal approval for his good suggestions. The delicious innuendo of saying something so deceptively simple to her father appealed to her tremendously, especially since it was technically true.

Sighing loudly, and with a melodramatically grumpy undertone, she said to the door, "Exercising in the buff. What do you want, daddy?"

"Oh." Obviously Heather wasn't about to open her door, and clearly her father was somehow disappointed by that. "Uh, Princess? Your mother and I got you a present for today and she wanted me to give it to you. Could you please open up?"

She groaned loudly, in lustful frustration, shuddering. She could feel a tremendous orgasm coming on and hoped her groan didn't sound as wantonly orgasmic as she felt.

"Yes Daddy, just a sec." She sighed mightily towards Alan, rolling her eyes.

Frank asked, "What's taking so long? It's taking you like a minute to answer each of my questions. Are you on some kind of slow drug or something?"

This time she sighed more convincingly. "No, Daddy. I'm finishing up my reps. I can't just stop my exercises in the middle." She had a naughty thought and added, "I'm just finishing up flexing my gluteus maximus to the max, okay? I'll be done in a minute."

"Well, hurry up. I don't have all day."

Heather should have taken the opportunity to get herself together. She at the very least should have thrown some clothes on while letting Alan find a good hiding place. But she was so aroused that she couldn't resist doing exactly what she said, and flex her gluteus maximus, the muscles in her ass cheeks. She squeezed and released, over and over, trying to get Alan to cum right away.

As she flexed and squeezed, her butt repeatedly crushed Alan's trapped erection, but she wasn't as tense as before so he felt a lot more pleasure than pain.

He urgently whispered, "What are you doing?! Stop and let me out! We have to do something!" But at the same time, as her ass relaxed and his cock started to have some freedom of movement, age old natural rhythms and instincts took over. He found himself thrusting in and out with the inch or two of mobility that she allowed him, rather than withdrawing completely. It just felt too good to do anything else.

At the same time, he was so frightened that he was on the verge of passing out. If he could have made his penis go flaccid he could have pulled it out easily, but the problem was that he was simply too aroused. Even thoughts of a naked Henry Kissinger eating fried chicken didn't do the trick as usual. After only two or three thrusts he regained enough sense to at least try to pull out once and for all, but her ass was just too tight. He only ended up thrusting back and forth even more than before.

She misinterpreted what he was doing. Despite his clear words, she didn't think he was trying to pull out; she thought he was taking advantage of the situation to give her an even better fucking than before. She thought, Oh God! What a stud! He doesn't care about the danger. In fact, he thrives on it! How can I resist?! He's all man!

She was so overcome with this that she let out a yell, forgetting the danger. Luckily, it was a wordless cry, but it was loud enough to be heard over the music and through the door.

"Princess! What was that?" Frank rattled the doorknob some more, though to no effect.

That finally snapped Heather out of it. She struggled to pull herself together enough to yell at the door, "I just stubbed my toe. I'm coming!"

Alan figured that at this point she'd make an effort to relax so he could pull out and he could hide. He looked around for possible hiding places. He considered her bathroom. That seemed a lot better than the closet, since the closet doors were closed and opening them to close them again might sound suspicious, even over the music on the stereo.

But unfortunately for Alan's peace of mind, Heather remembered that "coming" has two meanings. She imagined that she'd been yelling "I'm cumming!" to her father and that got her so aroused that she really did start to climax.

Alan could feel her ass trembling like an earthquake was hitting it, and realized that she was getting off. He whispered forcefully and urgently, "NO! Not now! Do something useful!"

With great determination, she managed to damp down her orgasm before it really got going. It was a good thing, too, because she was so unbelievably aroused that she was liable to scream like a banshee if her control slipped even a little bit more. However, being ordered not to cum in and of itself was a big turn-on for her. In fact, just about anything Alan did or said at this point was going to be a turn-on for her, because she was that far gone.

All these events were happening quickly. (While there had been long pauses, Frank had been exaggerating when he'd said that it took her a minute to respond.) But this time it had been over a minute since Heather had said that she needed to finish her exercise repetitions, and that was far too long. She finally decided to do something about her dad.

Looking at Heather's face through the mirror, Alan saw a steely look of fierce determination take light in her eyes. The powerful vise-grip of her asshole on his cock, rather than slackening, actually increased. Alan felt his eyes starting to cross from the crushing pressure Heather was now, deliberately, exerting on him (of that he had no doubt). She then reached back with both hands to grasp his hands where they hung limply at his sides and, imperiously, settled one of his hands on her muscular ass cheek and the other she drew forward to cup and knead her breast on that side.

The look in Heather's face convinced Alan that she'd made her decision already. She wasn't going to let him "out" while she faced her father, which also meant she had no intention of putting any clothes on.

As quickly as that, she'd turned the tables on him. Now she was the one calling the shots and he was the one along for the ride, not vice-versa.

Alan was concerned, but he figured it was a little better that at least she was finally doing something about her dad and not just making him fuck her ass some more while her father waited impatiently. That was madness.

Clutching Alan's hands to her intimate flesh, and still deeply impaled on his throbbing manhood, Heather locked eyes with him through the mirror and jerked her chin towards the door.

Alan's eyes widened with comprehension, and when he nodded, the two of them started carefully shuffling sideways, in unison, towards the bedroom door together.

When they got right in front of the door, Heather snuggled her ass back against Alan, making sure she securely had him deep inside her mighty anal grip. She then tightened her buttocks and spread her thighs a little wider for him to ensure he wasn't going anywhere. She let go of his hand that she'd been keeping pressed onto her ass cheek and reached out to unlock the door. Her other hand kept his other hand pressed into and gently kneading her cupped breast.

Because they were both so close behind the door when Heather opened it, she could only open it up less than a foot before the wood would be pressed against her front. Standing upright on one leg, she leaned sideways at the hip until just her head, neck, and a part of one bare shoulder could be seen through the slightly opened doorway, but the edge of the door demurely hid the rest of her nudity (and Alan) from her father's sight. She hooked her other leg up and back around Alan to help steady herself.

If Alan had ever had any doubts about Heather's general level of fitness and athleticism, this one little move put a lot of those questions to rest. He also realized that although where she'd placed his hands on her body was intimately sexual, they were also in almost (but not quite) perfect places to "spot" her for the pose she was now in, leaning over to look out the door. As crazy as it was, she knew what she was doing and just how to do it.

"Finally!" Frank complained as he saw the door open a crack.

But Heather was in her element, now that she'd recovered from the shock, and she went on the offensive. "What?!" she rudely barked. "You know how much I hate to be interrupted when I'm exercising."

Frank looked down at the fuming face of his wild child daughter. (At least, he assumed that she was fuming, although the red flush on her face was actually due to something else.)

Frank was a military man and very straight-laced. He had no incestuous feelings toward Heather; he would have been repulsed and appalled by the very idea. On the other hand, he was a red-blooded heterosexual male with a healthy sex drive who certainly admired a gorgeous curvy female, even when she happened to be his daughter. He felt his erection growing, not so much by what he could see as by what he imagined lay on the other side of the door. (Little did he know just what a sight that would be, with Heather still rhythmically flexing her strong ass muscles around Alan's pulsing rod.)

He also was aroused by Heather's disheveled, uncombed, and unbound hair. He was struck by how similar a woman who had just been exercising looked to a woman who had just had sex. (Again, little did he know.) But remembering that this wasn't just any young hottie, but instead his own daughter, he forced himself to do the gentlemanly thing and look away.

"Easy there, girl, easy." Frank chuckled. He was very accustomed to his daughter's imperious moods and they had less effect on him than just about anyone else. After all, he was a veteran in frequently dealing with similar moods when it came to his feisty wife Helen. He said jovially, "I just wanted to give you a little present from your mother and me, especially since we both now think you're old enough." He reached out with a small box.

Heather impatiently reached out to grab at the box. She had to adjust to let go of the door handle and grip it with her other hand so she didn't fall over.

Frank had no doubt she could make the adjustment, but it was still fun to see her wobble ever so slightly as she shifted before stretching her arm out through the open doorway for her present. Of course he had no idea that the main thing keeping her upright was the throbbing dick deep in her butt and a pair of hands desperately clutching at her chest and ass.

Alan had been doing his best to stay still, quiet, and calm. He thanked his lucky stars for the throbbing bass music, because it seemed to him that the squishy noises coming from Heather's ass could be heard a mile away. The last thing he wanted to do was encourage her insanely dangerous behavior by thrusting in and out, so he didn't. But he sure as hell wanted to pound her into the door with his dangerously aroused dick, and then keep fucking her until she begged for mercy, and then fuck her even harder after that.

Frank pulled the box back just as she was about to reach it. He wasn't going to let her jerk him around and bitch.