Part 136: Running on Empty

Day 76: Saturday, November 30

Chapter 1

Alan sat in the front passenger seat of Xania's Corvette, watching her drive. It was a bright sunny day, so he was wearing dark sunglasses. But his shades did nothing to hinder his appreciation of her outstanding beauty. She still wore the same tight black miniskirt she'd arrived in (and had finally been allowed to recover from the front lawn), but Suzanne had let her borrow a peach colored tank top barely larger than the bra beneath it, since both women wore the exact same sizes.

Xania looked smoking hot, and she knew it. Knowing that Alan only had eyes for her at the moment, she was keeping her chest thrust forward. Don McLean's "American Pie" was playing on the car stereo, and she was lightly bouncing along with the music, causing her hair and magnificent rack to sway in time to the beat.

"So tell me more about Heather," Xania said. She was very curious about Heather, and had talked Alan into letting her drive to his meeting with Heather just so she could meet her in person. She was intrigued by what she'd heard about Heather's complex personality, but she also felt a certain affinity towards her, since she'd been more than a bit like her when she was a teenager.

"Well, she's very beautiful, like you," Alan replied, placing a hand on her bare thigh and caressing it. He was feeling energetic and randy, since he was buzzing from the great morning he'd had so far. "And she has big tits, also like you do." He brought his other hand up to her chest and cupped the underside of her nearest breast.

Xania had been smiling, but she looked down in dismay at his hand brazenly kneading her tit-flesh. She turned to him and frowned disapprovingly.

"What's wrong?" he asked with impish glee.

She worried about strangers seeing his fondling, since the inside of the car was highly visible, but she didn't want to be seen as a worry wart, so she just rolled her eyes at him.

Then she snuck a peek at the obvious bulge protruding in his shorts, and complained, "Is that all you ever think about, big tits?"

"Pretty much," he replied matter-of-factly. "I do have the occasional thought about pussy or asses." Then he laughed as he pinched her erect nipple through her top. "It's a tough life, but someone's gotta suffer through it."

She rolled her eyes. "You're joking, but not really. You are boob-obsessed. You can take your hands off them at any time, you know. I'm driving!"

"Hmmm. These are true facts. I COULD remove my hands. And you ARE driving." He pretended to deeply ponder her words, but both of them knew he was just joking around some more while he kept on playing with her body.

"Turn here," he mentioned, as he lightly brushed his fingers over her pussy.

She shuddered with arousal, even though she could barely feel his caress through her miniskirt. Fuck! I'm so fucked! I should have let him drive!

"Here?" She was confused, because it looked like they were turning away from a big road to an obscure side road leading through a generic housing development. She didn't know the area at all, but they'd just left the Plummer house, so she knew they couldn't be close to the beach yet.

"Yes," he replied confidently and matter-of-factly, as if it was clear this was the one and only way to the beach. In fact, he was taking the very long way, since he wanted to play around with her body some more without being seen. He couldn't completely guarantee they wouldn't be observed, since they were in a convertible after all, but he was plotting a route of little-used suburban back streets all the way there to greatly minimize their exposure.

Despite her continued protests, he most certainly didn't remove either hand. As she turned the car, he slipped the hand on her thigh up higher, going up under her skirt right to the edge of her panties.

"ALAN!" She barked with exasperation. "Not this again! You had your way with me earlier. Didn't you get enough? I'm not one of your easy floozies."

"'Easy floozies?!'" He sputtered in protest. "Xania, I'm shocked! Is that really how you think of them?"

Suddenly, she was all apologies. "No. I'm sorry. I really didn't mean that. It's just that I wanted to shock you, to get you to- ALAN! What are you doing?!"

"I believe it's called taking your bra off." Taking advantage of the fact that her hands were busy holding the steering wheel, he used both hands to reach inside her top. Luckily for him, her bra had a front release and was strapless, so he held it in his hands within seconds.

"Give me that!" She reached towards him with her right hand as she continued to steer.

But he easily held the bra out of her reach, and then not so accidentally let go of it. Actually, it was more like he tossed it into the air and let the wind catch it. It wound up on the pavement far behind them. He turned in his seat to watch it disappear. He looked all around to confirm this street was as deserted of both pedestrians and other drivers as he'd expected.

"You BASTARD!" she cursed angrily. "That was expensive!"

He tried to look sad, but he said, "I hope your panties aren't similarly expensive, because I fear they too will soon suffer a similar accident." He couldn't completely hide his grin. "Wait at the sign, by the way."

"Alan! I'm warning you!" The car came to a stop sign. As it stopped, she took the opportunity to turn towards him and point a finger at him like a chiding teacher.

But he also took advantage of the stop, and used both his hands to pull her panties down her legs.

Xania continued to complain about what a "cheeky bastard" he was, but he would have had a hard time removing the panties without her assistance. She lifted up her ass at the right time, and moved one foot and then the other when necessary as well. The net result was that despite her verbal protestations ("You go too far! I am NOT going to let you take my panties off too!"), he soon had her panties in his hands and was sniffing them as if they were a fragrant bouquet of flowers.

She sighed with annoyance, and then suddenly tried to grab the panties away from him. "Gimme those!"

But he'd been expecting such a move, and swung the panties out of reach just in time. Grinning like a madman, he kept them dangling from his finger, just beyond her grasp.

She realized she wasn't likely to get her panties back, and put her hands back on the wheel. "This is like déjà vu all over again," she griped. "Need I remind you that we're out in the open? People can see us!"

Still grinning, he replied, "That's why I'm putting my hands UNDER your clothes, so my groping won't be so noticeable." His hand went under her miniskirt straight to her pussy. As his fingers slid up and down her pussy lips, he was pleased they were just as hot and wet as he'd hoped they would be.

"Let's get out of here," she complained. Her hips were writhing, but she wasn't trying to push his hands away. Realizing that he'd told her to stop at the stop sign, she asked, "Which way do I go? And by the way, you can't expect me to drive with your finger in ... THAT!"

"Turn left," he answered. "And my finger in what?" he asked innocently, as he pumped two fingers in and out of her slit.

"Don't play dumb," she said as she turned the car and resumed driving. "You know exactly wha-aaahhh!" She screamed, because she saw him toss her panties over the side of the car. He'd waited until the car was going at a good speed first, so she wouldn't be able to easily stop and get them.

She growled, cursing through clenched teeth, "Must not kill motherfucking cocky passenger..." But she was loving what he was doing, and they both knew it. She could see they were heading through empty streets, and on some level she realized this was a great opportunity for her to revel in her public exposure fetish without having much chance of strangers actually seeing her. And if someone did, they'd be long gone within seconds.

He was so confident he was on the right track that his other hand started playing with her tit again under her top. "You see? By the time anyone notices I'm twisting your hard nipple under all your layers of clothes, they'll be way past us."

She griped, "You're hopeless! 'All your layers' - ha! How 'bout you just don't grope at all? That would be a hell of a lot less noticeable, you know!"

But despite all her protests, he could tell she was really enjoying it. Her face certainly looked red and angry, but she still hadn't lifted a hand to slap him or block him in any way. They were playing a game she secretly loved, and they both knew the unspoken rules by now.

However, even though she was tingling with excitement and her pussy was throbbing and gushing, she did have the practical problem of trying to drive. She was driving well below the speed limit so she didn't have to worry as much about crashing. In fact, the car was moving so slowly that another car appeared in the distance behind them, rapidly gaining on them.

Alan had her turn the car onto another random suburban street so they could lose the other car. It was the only other moving vehicle they'd seen since he'd started fondling her on the deserted back streets.

She tried to change the topic, hoping to distract him before he took even more liberties. "So, um ... what can you tell me about Heather?"

"You know a ton about her already. You've had a few conversations with me about her, and even more conversations with the 'easy floozies, ' from what I understand."

She winced. "Sorry. Please forget I ever said that, okay? I love 'em all like sisters already, I really do, and I'm really proud of their unabashed sexuality."

He nodded in understanding. However, his two fingers continued to plunge in and out of her hot gash, and he rolled her nipple between his fingers with his other hand.

She continued, "I guess I do know a lot about her, but I'm still excited to meet her in the flesh. You don't mind if I talk to her for a few minutes, do you?"

"No, I'd love that, actually," he replied honestly. "You see, she has an exaggerated sense of her own importance and beauty, so I've tried to combat that by telling her that I'm having sex with all kinds of incredibly gorgeous, busty, and mature women, who put her to shame on those points."

"Which just so happens to be completely true," Xania pointed out. She spread her legs wider, giving his fingers easier access. She was amazed all this was happening while she was driving, but it helped a lot that she was only going about ten miles an hour.

"Well, I know that, and you know that, but she hasn't had to confront the reality of that yet. So you being there and talking to her about my other commitments will help out quite a bit. Turn right here, by the way."

Suddenly feeling a breeze stimulating her nipples, Xania looked down with alarm at her rack. "HEY! Don't even think about it!"

He'd been pulling her top up, and nearly had it above her nipples. But he realized that things could get dangerous if he pushed too far, so he let go of her top, leaving the very bottom edge of her nipples and downwards exposed. It actually looked sexier than if the top was all of the way off. It seemed like her tits were so firm and big that the top was inexorably losing the struggle to keep them covered.

He casually went back to playing with her nipples and pussy as she turned down yet another back street. "You're just lucky you're driving, or I'd have you completely naked already."

She shivered lustily, because she didn't doubt it. The really scary thing for her was that she was almost sad it wasn't practical for him to finish stripping her. She longed to drive buck naked, with crowds of people standing along the roadside, watching his hands visibly groping her tits and pussy. But, regaining some willpower, she finally pulled her top back down to at least cover most of the undersides of her firm melons.

Not like that's gonna stop him for a second, though. Knowing what a cocky bastard he is, he'll have my top lying on some sidewalk in another minute! What a fucking ass he is today, always tossing my clothes away. He's got me so fucking horny, how am I supposed to concentrate on driving?!

After he told her where to turn yet again, he resumed their conversation. "So although I've told her some things about these other women in my life, I haven't really been able to give her much in the way of proof. I mean, obviously Susan's right out as an option; no way I could ever show HER off!"

"No matter how much she'd be absolutely thrilled by you doing exactly that..." Xania pointed out slyly.

"Right. Jesus!" He had a nightmarish yet arousing vision of Susan proudly telling Heather how much "my son tames me and controls me by frequently fucking my ass." But he shook that off and continued, "the fact I'm regularly buttfucking my super-stacked Mom is not exactly practical as 'proof' in this case."

Xania thought, Oh ho! So Susan DID make her move on him on that score! Why doesn't anybody tell me the really juicy news? And did he say "regularly"? Damn! She must be loving that! When we get back, I'm going to need to "inspect" her and ask her some "probing questions" to see how she's ... adapting ... to taking her son's big fat cock in her ass! FUUUCK, that is SO HOT! Shit, I need to think about driving the damn car!

Alan, not knowing what was running through Xania's mind right then, continued his own thought. "And even though Heather probably suspects that I'm fucking Aunt Suzy, I don't want to confirm that for her. You see, Heather's very possessive. I think she wants to get between me and my other women, so she can have me all to herself. In fact, I KNOW that's what she's scheming when it comes to Glory, at least. So it would also be a bit dicey for me to, say, parade my relationship with Brenda in front of her."

Xania nodded. She was focused on driving and trying not to think about the way he was running his fingertips tantalizingly over her wet and trembling pussy lips, nor the way he was gently twisting one of her stiff nipples. She'd freaked out when another car went past them the other way. So far, it was only the second one they'd come across, but she was scared shitless the driver had seen Alan's hand under her top.

He continued, "But you, you'd be a great example to basically, well, flaunt in front of her. Since you're from out of town, she won't be able to snoop on you, especially if she never learns your last name. Not only that, but you're a friggin' goddess! So your sheer beauty will knock her over and give her food for thought."

She glanced hungrily at the bulge still contained in his shorts. It was a struggle to focus on driving. She longed to pull the car over so he could ravage her completely. But she felt that if she did that, she'd be conceding defeat, and she wasn't ready to do that. Not yet, at any rate. "So you basically want me to strut my stuff in front of her, and play up how much I love it when you fuck me, and that kind of stuff?"

He smiled. "Exactly."

In spite of herself, she couldn't help but grin. "Okay. Sounds like fun. But it's gonna cost you, kiddo. You've gotta take your hands off me so I can drive. Right now!" She added to herself, If he doesn't, I'm gonna cum hard, and lose control of the car!

She looked down with shame at the moving hand shape seen through her top. "Especially my breasts, 'cos people can see what your hands are doing. Look at that! Did you see that guy driving by the other way? Did you see the way he looked at me?"

Alan grinned as he watched this latest car go past. He hadn't removed his hands, but knowing it would be dangerous for her to climax, he'd slowed his caresses for a while. "Yep! We just made his day. But sorry. No deal. Turn right at the stop sign, by the way."

"GRRR! You're hopeless! What's so great about breasts, anyway? You've had your hands on one pair or another pretty much all morning, usually mine, I might add. They're just ... breasts! They're not like some kind of damn Rubik's Cube to beguile and bewilder you for hours and hours."

Still grinning widely (and fondling freely), he explained, "What can I say? Until recently, I've been traumatically boob-deprived. I'm making up for lost time."

"Traumatic, my ass!" she muttered darkly. She was praying he'd stop touching her pussy, because it felt so good she wanted to scream. She wanted to spread her legs wide and kick her feet high in the air in a blatant invitation to get fucked, but obviously she was unable to do that.

"By the way, turn left here. We're almost there." It wasn't far from his house to the beach, so they really were getting close even though they were taking a convoluted back route. He had half a mind to get her to pull over so he could fuck the shit out of her, but he decided he could hold on a little longer.

"Thank God! I can see that honkin' huge boner in your shorts. You'd probably have me jacking you off next, if this drive was any longer."

"Hmmm. Interesting idea. I just may have to remember that for the ride back." His fingers were still relentlessly sliding in and out of her steamy slit.

She shook her head, cursing herself inwardly for walking straight into that one. Fuckin' cocky bastard! He'll probably do that, even though my hands are still tired from jacking him off so much back at the house. How did I let that happen?!

"Speaking of which," he asked, playfully teasing, "what's the big deal with you and cocks, anyways? I mean, you've had your hands ... among other things ... on mine all morning. It's just a ... cock! Not some kind of damn Rubik's Cube to beguile and bewilder you for hours and hours."

"Touché." She grinned against her will.

Chapter 2

Alan lived relatively close to the ocean, and there was a string of nice beaches all along the nearby coast. However, one beach in particular, the White Sands Beach, was both close to his high school and little known to tourists. So this beach was the "in" place for high school students to be seen on non-school days like today. It also was the beach Heather "ruled" during much of her spare time, and where Alan had run into her a couple of times when he was first getting to know her.

There was a road running next to the beach for only a few blocks, and one had to descend some stairs to get down from the road to the sand. The cliff was close to the road on one side, but on the other side there was a boardwalk with a row of businesses looking down to the beach and catering to the beach crowd.

This was where Alan was going to meet Heather. The businesses were mostly cheap places to eat. Neither Alan nor Heather liked the greasy fast food most of them served, but they both had a weakness for ice cream, so they'd agreed to meet at the ice cream shop in the middle of the strip. It wasn't much of a place, and didn't even have a name. It was a small hole-in-the-wall shop that did most of its business from a counter right on the sidewalk to people passing by. But it did have some tables inside in back, and good homemade ice cream.

Heather was the only customer in the shop. The one employee in the place, a teen boy, was sitting behind the counter facing the street, so Heather was directly behind him. In hopes that Alan might want to fool around some, Heather had picked the table with the most privacy. Although there was an open door into the shop, she couldn't see out, and anyone on the sidewalk couldn't see her.

She was surprised at how anxious she was feeling. She'd arrived early, which was unheard of for her. (As a power trip thing, she liked to make others wait on her instead.) The problem was that since she'd sat down, she couldn't stop fidgeting. Her plan was to spend the rest of the day working on her suntan at "her" beach, so she was wearing a yellow bikini under her clothes. Simone was to spend the day with her. That was the usual case, except this time Heather didn't have any say in the matter. Her father Frank was still freaked out from the fight the day before, and he wouldn't let her leave the house unless she promised to stick with Simone at all times.

At that moment, Simone was sitting in the pizzeria next door. Heather and Alan wanted to talk in private, so Simone had to make herself scarce until the meeting was over. But it wasn't a total loss for Simone, because it was nearly noon, and she was looking forward to eating pizza for lunch while she waited.

While Heather sat, she thought, This is not good. I feel all giddy and nervous, like I'm some kind of girl with her first crush. But I'm not! I'm Heather fucking Morgan! I'm the de facto Homecoming Queen, and everybody knows it! Alan should fucking kiss my feet that I'm willing to even meet with him!

Besides, I look super sexy. It can't be denied. My burgundy top is showing plenty of cleavage, and my purple skirt is so short, just a little bit of my yellow bikini is peeking out. How could he not look at that and want to bone me?

But despite her bravado, a new round of worries hit her. Not like that'll ever happen, though. Somehow, he always twists everything around. If I were to try to get him to kiss my feet, somehow he'd end up having me kiss his! Well, he won't get away with it today, that's for sure. Just because my ass is so needy and empty that I'm practically ready to cry, I'm not gonna let him have the upper hand. I have to be STRONG and DETERMINED! I can't go to pieces as soon as I see that magnificent slab of man meat in his shorts, even though I'm sure it'll be erect as usual.

I have to remember that he was a mere nerd just a couple of months ago. A nerd! Ewww! I have to picture him with a protractor and glasses, the nerdy kind with the tape over the nose. Maybe he's going to some geekazoid sci-fi convention to discuss warp drives and force fields with other nerds, or something totally pathetic like that.

As long as I can keep an image like that in my mind, I won't forget that he's below me, like everyone else! I'm Heather Morgan, dammit! Nobody's gonna push me around, not even him! In fact, I can remember the last time I met him at an ice cream shop! She chuckled to herself at that fond memory.

I was at that Baskin-Robbins with what's-his-name ... Oh yeah. Rock. What a fucking tool he was. To think I actually dated him. Sheesh! Anyway, back then, I was in my prime! I had Sir in the palm of my hand, playing around with him right under Rock's nose! I made HIM squirm with embarrassment. THAT's what I need to get back to!

Of course, Sir has changed a lot since then. If I'm not careful, he's gonna walk in here, somehow talk me out of my clothes, and then have me bent over and loving it as he fucks the SHIT out of me! I'll bet that I'll be totally nude and sucking his cock or worse within five minutes of him coming in here.

Her heart started to pound, and her nipples popped to full hardness. And so what if it's a public place? He doesn't care! He's unstoppable! I'm his Bitchslut, and good Bitchsluts do exactly what their Inner Bitch Tamers tell them to do. I can practically feel his slimy, tasty cum sliding down my throat already! Mmmm! "Thank you, Sir! Have I pleased you? What more can I do to keep your cock hard and happy? Perhaps you'd like to stuff it up my ass? Hmmm?"

She stared off into space with a dreamy, happy look on her face. She even shifted in her chair as she pictured herself bent over and wiggling her bare ass at him.

No! Wait! What the fuck?! That's not me. I have to turn this around. I have to be TOUGH! If he says no hanky-panky today, then I can't let on that that bothers me. Most of all, I have to knock off his other girls behind his back. Not actually kill or hurt them, duh! But knock them clear out of his life in such devious ways that they won't even tell him what I've done. First Glory. Then Christine. Or vice versa. Then all the others, one by one, until it's down to just Simone, Amy, Katherine, and me.

Simone, 'cos she's under my control anyway, plus I love our threesomes. And Amy and Katherine because if I push him too hard, too soon, it'll backfire on me. Besides, they're both such cream puffs that I don't have to worry about them in any case. Let him have his twisted incestuous fucks from time to time, as long as he never forgets that I'm his number one! With his great libido a little sharing won't kill me, as long as he fucks my ass at least once a day. That's my due, and he owes it to me. My main problem is figuring out who all of his supposed other women are, and then eliminate them too.

But let's be realistic. He probably doesn't have THAT many others. I've been pulling every string at school to find out all the dirt, and there's no evidence anyone has gotten physical with him, except for Simone and my cheerleaders, and even them, not so often. Kim, Janice, Joy - they'll get their just desserts too! Ha! I can't wait to see their faces, or Amy's, when Sir takes ME to the Homecoming Ball!

Such thoughts were giving Heather confidence. Before long, she'd stopped fidgeting, and several times she even had to restrain herself from punching her fist in the air as she imagined her triumphs and domination over Alan. She spent the next several minutes mostly pondering who she should eliminate as competition next - Glory, Christine, or both of them at once - and how exactly to go about it. She had a lot of advanced plots worked out in her mind already, and she was relishing them like savoring fine wine.

Chapter 3

By this time, Alan and Xania were parked only a short distance away.

Alan muttered, reluctantly, "Sorry, Xania, but I don't think this is working."

Xania had been bent over his lap, sucking his dick as they sat in the parked car. She pulled her mouth off his erection and asked, "What do you mean? I thought I was giving great head. Don't you like what my tongue is doing?" She flicked her tongue out and swirled it all the way around his cockhead.

He could hardly believe his eyes. Dang! Her tongue seems positively inhuman. Sure, I've seen it before, but every time I see just how long and agile it is, I'm astounded anew. Just watching her lick my stiff pole sends a shiver up my spine, never mind the direct pleasure the licking is giving me. But what I love most of all is that I didn't even tell her to suck my dick. She started unzipping my fly the second she turned the car engine off!

He said, "It's not that. You're great! Gaawwwd! You know just what to do."

"Mmmm," she said in appreciation. Her tongue slid up and down, practically jacking him off with it like it was a finger inside her mouth. She liked to do that sometimes to show off her tongue's reach and dexterity.

He continued, "It's just that I was hoping you could blow me quickly, so I didn't have to go in to see Heather with a raging hard-on. I can't let my lust get the better of me when I'm around her. But it's been, like, five minutes, and now I'm ten minutes late and I'm still not close to cumming."

"So cum, dammit!" She swallowed his cockhead again and bobbed up and down on his shaft even more feverishly.

Her top was pulled up around her neck, and her miniskirt was bunched up above her ass. (She hadn't protested too much about it, as long as she remained bent down below the window level of the car, which admittedly was hard to do in a sports car.) He was freely playing with her tits and clit most of the time, and generally running his hands all over her luscious body. Even though he'd fucked her and played with her quite a lot at home before they'd left, he wasn't about to stop, not as long as she was within reach.

His fondling was helping her to cum, and in fact she'd already done so twice, but it wasn't helping him much.

Stupid motherfucking bastard! she thought as her long tongue jacked him off while her lips slid back and forth over his sensitive spot. How did I get in this situation, anyway? I did protest when he started to push my head down to his cock. In fact, I called him all kinds of nasty names. But I have to admit I already had my tongue out and I was eagerly licking my lips. Worse, I had his fly unzipped and my hand around his cock! But still, I blame him. The evil fucker just got me too fucking horny driving here. How could I resist?! Now he won't fucking cum!

She was desperate to get him to cum before they got caught. In fact, Alan had her park the car in a back corner of a parking lot, and there was no way anyone could get near them without him seeing first and presumably doing something about it. But as part of her public exposure fetish, she liked to focus on the danger she was in, so she wasn't thinking about the precautions he'd taken.