Part 142: Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'

Day 76: Saturday, November 30

Chapter 1

Glory was lying on top of Alan, happily bobbing on his shaft while he was licking her pussy, when she heard the doorbell ring. She said in a voice that was muffled by the thickness of his erection, "I'nore dat. Prob'bly sshomeone sellin' shomesing."

But Alan gently managed to extricate himself from under her, bringing an end to their fun, for now at least. He said, "No, this is great! Quick, throw some clothes on. I want you to answer the door with the Televibe in you."

She longed to keep sucking, but the situation demanded fast action. After one last powerful bob down his shaft, she reluctantly removed her lips. She sat up and wiped drool and pre-cum off her face. Incredulous at his audacity, she hissed, "You wouldn't!"

He wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively, and then nodded towards the front door. He also quickly put his T-shirt and shorts back on.

She shook her head in disbelief. But just then, the doorbell rang again. She yelled, "JUST A SECOND! I'M COMING!" She thought, God dammit! Right in the middle of a great sixty-nine. This had better be a life-or-death matter!

He smirked and reached for the cell phone controlling the Televibe. "What's that about you cumming? What a good idea..."

"Don't you dare!" Glory warned, wagging a finger at him. Then she hopped off her bed and hurried to dress as quickly as possible. She rushed to her closet and quickly threw on a loose, green summer dress, since that took only seconds to pull over her head. It also had a pocket ideal for secretly stashing the Televibe's wireless signal booster unit that she needed to keep near her privates.

Then she ran out of the room to the front door. Although she was covered everywhere that needed to be covered, the summer dress let her feel the cool wind as she quickly moved through the apartment. She was acutely aware of the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath her clothes.

Grinning at this unexpected opportunity, Alan got up and walked after her, holding onto the cell phone controlling the Televibe that was in his pocket. He hoped that whoever was at the door would stay a while, so he'd have a lot of opportunities for Televibe mischief. At the last second, he remembered to wipe his face clean of her juicy cum.

Glory opened the door and saw Suzanne standing there. Glory was shocked speechless in surprise, as was Alan.

Suzanne swept into the room. She was wearing the same clothes she'd had on when she'd left. "Hi, Glory. How are you doing? Am I interrupting anything? I see you're both fully clothed." Her attention went to the stereo system and she smiled, hearing that the Astrud Gilberto bossa nova CD was still playing. Then her gaze went down Glory's shapely body all the way to her feet, and she raised a curious eyebrow when she saw that she was still wearing her high heels.

"Um, well..." Glory wasn't sure what to say. She still had the sixty-nine on her mind and the Televibe was buzzing away inside her. In addition, seeing Suzanne's voluptuous body confounded her extreme horniness.

Alan took charge, since he saw even more opportunity for fun with Suzanne than if it had been some stranger. He walked up to where Suzanne and Glory stood, and said, "Hey, Mother. No, it's cool. We were just talking."

Then he took a step forward and gave Suzanne a French kiss greeting.

But he only put one arm around her, since he kept his other hand in his pocket and manipulated the cell phone controlling the Televibe inside Glory. It had ten different settings for each of the two toys, and they could each be controlled individually by hitting various buttons on his phone. But it wasn't as simple as zero being the weakest and nine being the strongest, although that was the general trend. It had been a while since he'd used the Televibe, and he'd never figured out all the settings, but he did remember some of the most effective ones. He hit the six button on his phone. He knew that switched the vaginal vibrator to "Throb," a setting that delivered a rapid and strong pulse. He knew she had especially liked that setting her prior time.

"Oh!" Glory squealed. She jumped like she'd been goosed on the ass. Not the "Throb!" Please, have mercy! I'm already too horny!

Suzanne was preoccupied with Alan's scorching kiss, but she noticed Glory's squeal. She smiled on the inside, thinking, What a horny bugger my Sweetie is! Even as he's busy kissing me, he's giving her a surprise ass squeeze. I love it! And what's this I'm tasting on his lips?! Could that be ... Glory's vaginal juices?! Oh MY!

Alan was sincere when he'd said he liked to push Glory into new things, but he didn't want her to do things she truly didn't want to do. He'd been a bit slow on the uptake about the growing attraction between Glory and Suzanne, but after seeing Glory trying to control herself at the sink, he thought he should give that relationship a nudge, at least, and see what happened.

So, when he and Suzanne had concluded their kissing, he spoke while he lingered in Suzanne's arms. "Glory, now that you're in the harem, you have to observe the harem rules. I'm not asking you to become bisexual, and I'm not gonna push you in that direction. Except! Except, we have a tradition of greeting each other by kissing on the lips. Lots of women do that with each other, and it doesn't mean that they're lesbian."

Glory blanched and held her hands defensively over her chest. "What, you want Suzanne and me to kiss?!"

"I do." In fact, he wanted it a lot. His dick was like an iron bar from him just thinking about the possibilities. "Everyone in the harem kisses everyone else on the lips to say hello and goodbye. It's just common courtesy."

She glowered at him, even as her heart started to beat like a big bass drum. "What if there's another man in the harem? Are you gonna kiss him on the lips too?"

Before he could answer, Suzanne said hotly, "There won't be, ever, so that's a moot point! The whole point of the harem is that we're exclusively Alan's, and Alan's alone!" She knew that wasn't technically true for everyone, since there was the Brenda-Adrian exception, but she figured now was not the time to tell Glory about that. She struck a defiant pose, with her hands on her hips and her heavy rack thrust forward. "Glory, he's our master. We belong to him totally! I'm offended that you would even talk about being with another man!"

Glory was so out of it due to extreme lust that she wasn't thinking straight, so just muttered, "I'm sorry." In fact, Suzanne's words only aroused her more.

Alan modestly ignored Suzanne's outburst, even though he agreed with it. "Now, like everything, if push comes to shove, you don't have to do it ... but I'll be very disappointed with you if you refuse."

Glory thought, How can I get him to understand that I don't want to do it 'cos I'm worried I'll like it too much? I don't care about kissing the others, but Suzanne?!

Suddenly, she exclaimed, "All right, I'll do it!" She gritted her teeth, like she was about to face the dentist's drill. In fact, her entire body seemed like it was really on fire, and she didn't have much resistance.

Suzanne swept Glory into her arms, which soon overwhelmed whatever was left of Glory's reticence.

Glory had planned on keeping her lips closed, but within seconds that was forgotten, and soon the two sexy women were kissing like they'd been doing it all their lives. Oh no! This feels too good! I'm too horny! Dammit all! I still have his cock on my mouth, and the taste of his cum on my tongue. What terrible timing. Oh God! What if she tastes him in my mouth! Oh please God, no! Have mercy! Utter humiliation!

Meanwhile, Suzanne was thinking, Oooh! What's this? I detect just a hint of Sweetie's cock in her mouth! Putting two and two together, I get a sixty-nine! She chuckled to herself. This is so much FUN! I swear, being part of a harem pays extra dividends every day.

Alan smiled as he watched the sparks fly between the two. That was a good call, I think. I haven't gotten a vibe between Glory and any other woman, so I don't want to push there, but between her and Suzanne ... wow! Look at 'em go!

He was glad he wasn't wearing any underwear. He reached into his pocket and secretly played "pocket pool" with his hard-on. Then he remembered the cell phone for controlling the Televibe in his other pocket. He stuck his other hand in that pocket and hit the button that moved the vaginal vibrator back to a different throbbing-type setting.

Again, Glory wasn't expecting that, and she jumped like she'd been jolted with electricity. Oh no! she thought, as the kiss continued. No fair! How am I supposed to resist Suzanne's sweet lips AND Alan's sneaky games? And he's not turning the damn thing down. I'm gonna cum for sure!

Suzanne was deliberately taking Glory's seduction slowly and carefully. At first, she fondled one of Glory's breasts, because that was the kind of thing she did without thinking when she kissed the likes of Susan or Katherine. But she remembered that she needed to not freak Glory out, so she kept her hands wrapped around Glory's back for the rest of the kiss.

Still, from the brief tactile contact, Suzanne was able to tell that Glory wasn't wearing a bra. Nice! This is gonna be such fun, hee-hee!

Glory was sorely tempted to fondle Suzanne's boobs. (They were so big that it was hard not to touch them!) However, she was determined to control her "Suzannesbian" lust, especially since she knew Alan was watching. She carefully kept her hands on Suzanne's back.

Suzanne continued to be careful where she let her hands wander, although she did fondle Glory's butt for a few seconds. That was just long enough to check whether Glory was wearing panties. Suzanne was pleased to find that she wasn't. Damn! Too easy. I wish I could just take her right here, right now! She's so ripe. But good girls cum to those who wait, hee-hee!

After a couple minutes, Suzanne brought the kissing to an end, even though she knew that she could have kept going and going, since Glory wasn't offering any resistance. She cleverly waited until Glory was right on the cusp of a climax, leaving her panting for more.

As the redheaded vixen ended the kiss, she brought her hands up and cradled Glory's face with them. She quietly spoke in her rough yet sexy voice from so close that their noses nearly touched. "Now, wasn't that nice?"

"Mmmm!" Glory replied dreamily, with a big smile on her face.

"Don't you like that tradition? It's a good tradition."

Glory nodded. At the moment at least, she felt like it was the greatest tradition ever.

"Good." Suzanne abruptly disengaged and looked around. Her eyes found Alan, and she apologized to both Glory and him. "Sorry again about leaving like that. I realized that I was being a bit rude, so I decided to come back and try to make amends. I'm honestly not interrupting anything, am I?"

Alan stopped masturbating himself, since the razor-sharp Suzanne was looking at the phallic-shaped lump in his shorts. He replied breezily, "Absolutely not. In fact, we'd love for you to stay and hang out with us, wouldn't we, Glory?" He'd already turned the Televibe down, but he saw that Glory was still spaced out over the kiss, so he hit a couple of different settings in rapid succession to snap her out of it.

Glory was jolted into replying. "Oh, uh, yes! Uh, sure. We were just, uh ... talking."

"Talking. I see." The curvy mother smiled as she looked back and forth between Alan and Glory, since she could see slight traces of cum on both of their faces. (Both of them had cleaned themselves hastily and without the use of a mirror.) That just confirmed what she had already figured out from tasting their mouths.

She couldn't resist playfully teasing Glory a little bit by saying to both of them, "You know what's strange? Sweetie, when I kissed you, there was something different about the taste. Kind of feminine, even. And Glory, when I kissed you, there was something VERY familiar about the taste. Kind of sweet and yet ... manly." She put a hand on her chin as if she was seriously trying to puzzle that out.

Glory's face had already been slightly red due to her general arousal, but it suddenly turned cherry red as she realized what Suzanne had been tasting. Oh God! Dear God! I could just DIE!

Alan knew what Suanne was doing, but he worried that she was pushing Glory too far too fast. So he said, "Yeah, that's 'cos Glory and I were making out right before you got here, so you probably tasted a little bit of me on her and vice versa."

Glory breathed an audible sigh of relief. Thank you! PHEW!

Suzanne was tempted to toy with the situation some more, so she pretended to be skeptical. "Oh, is that what it was?" She stared longingly at the bulge in Alan's shorts. Then she decided to have mercy on Glory. "If you two were kissing, I'm sorry for interrupting."

He said, "No, it's cool."

She worried that she might be interrupting something, but she figured Alan at least would be honest if she wasn't wanted. So she wandered over to the table in the dining room and sat down. She asked, "So, what should we do?"

Glory was still so frazzled that she was nearly trembling. She needed time to recover, preferably away from Suzanne's siren-like pull, so she said, "Hold that thought. Let me get us some drinks. Alan, would you help me?"

"Sure thing."

The two of them went to the kitchen, leaving Suzanne alone in the dining room.

Because the apartment was small, Glory whispered to Alan as she got a bottle of white wine from the refrigerator, "What are you trying to do to me, young man?! Kill me?"

He whispered back, "KILL you? What do you mean?"

She wanted to explain that between French kissing Suzanne and the Televibe's buzzing, she felt like she'd nearly died from arousal overload. But she didn't want to admit how much the kiss had turned her on. Crap! I know I'm not bisexual, but how can I deny that I'm not at least a Suzannesbian? That kiss was divine! And now I'm wearing nothing but this flimsy summer dress. I might as well be naked, since I feel totally naked underneath. And look at his massive bulge. I can't stop salivating because I have unfinished business there. Ugh! It's like there's some sexy conspiracy against me!

She griped, "I suppose you're going to torture me by frequently fiddling with the settings on this thing."

He smiled from ear to ear. "Things..." he said, discreetly reminding her of the anal egg. "Yep!"

"You're evil, young man! Do you know that?" But she smiled too, and finished getting the wine and wine glasses. She was feeling better as she receded from the brink of climax.

He said, "Hey, you're the one who said you wanted more practice in a safe setting, to allow you to get used to it, right?" Then he squeezed her nearer ass cheek with his free hand while dialing up the Televibe briefly. He even lifted her dress to get a nice handful of bare ass-flesh.

She involuntarily squealed again as a minor climax ripped through her. She quietly hissed, "No fair! You cheated with the extra ass grab." She didn't want him to be doing this with Suzanne close by, but she also found herself spreading her legs slightly to give him better access.

Keeping her dress lifted with one hand, he probed her vulva, her ass, and all points in between with his other hand. Because of the Televibe pieces in the way, he couldn't finger his way very far into her holes, but he knew how to drive her wild with his touch just the same.

As he did that, he purred, "You know, you're very, very wet." He poked a finger into her sopping slit as he said that, bumping into the Televibe.

She snorted, "Gee, I wonder why?! Now, get your hands off me before you make me cum in a very loud, embarrrassing way."

He reached further between her legs, even diddling her clit a bit. "You're at a disadvantage. With your hands full, there's nothing you can do to stop me."

She quietly muttered to herself, "I seem to always be at a disadvantage with you." God, I have to do something, fast, or I'm going to whip this dress over my head, get down on all fours, and demand that he fuck me like an animal! I'd do it in a heartbeat if only Suzanne wasn't here, and I might do it even still!

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself a bit. Then she said to him, "I could just keep walking, until Suzanne would see."

"You could," he conceded, "but would I let go first? Maybe I'd just let her see what a fantastic ass my history teacher has."

"You're the fantastic ass!" Glory growled. She was getting increasingly nervous the longer they delayed. She was petrified that Suzanne would get up to see what was taking so long. However, she was so aroused by what Alan was doing to her that her body seemed paralyzed.

In fact, Suzanne was nearly certain that Alan was up to some hanky-panky. She certainly didn't want to catch them in the act, since that would ruin the mood. But she was getting antsy herself, so she shouted out, "Hey, do you need any help in there?"

That startled Glory out of her erotic reverie. She walked back to the adjacent dining room feeling giddy and extremely aroused, leaving Alan behind.

Chapter 2

Glory sat across the table from Suzanne. There was only one chair on that side, and she wanted to be sure Alan wouldn't sit next to her, so he couldn't try his "double attack" again, using his hands and the Televibe on her at the same time.

This arrangement suited Alan just fine. He wanted to sit well away from Glory anyway, so Suzanne wouldn't suspect that he was up to something with his favorite teacher. He sat next to Suzanne, which put him diagonally across the table from Glory. In that position, it would be nearly impossible for him to even play footsie with Glory without Suzanne finding out.

Suzanne also liked the seating arrangement. She noticed that Alan was sporting a hard-on in his shorts, and within seconds of his ass hitting the seat, she surreptitiously snuck her hand under the table edge and down inside his shorts before he could do anything to stop her.

But that wasn't satisfying enough for her. Mere seconds later, she unzipped his fly and whipped out his cock, covering the unzipping sound with a well-timed series of coughs.

He thought, No way! You're kidding me! She doesn't seriously think she can get away with that, does she?! And why now? I could tell Glory's in a pretty desperate state right now, but I'm not far off! Still, it felt so good that he made no attempt to move her hand away.

Suzanne couldn't help but smirk a little bit as she started to secretly jack him off. She noticed that his boner was wet, and she explored that some more with her fingers. Hmmm. Lots of pre-cum, definitely. He obviously didn't have time to wash up when I came in. But I can tell there's a lot of fresh saliva too. Glory, you naughty, nasty girl! You definitely were snarfing on his fat knob a couple of minutes ago! In fact, I'm pretty sure it was a full-on sixty-nine.

God, that makes me hot! I wonder if she was giving him one of her famous deep throat moves. I'd love to see her do that with my own eyes. We could take turns bobbing down to his pubic hair for a nice ol' lazy hour or two. Is she REALLY the best deep throater? I think this calls for a contest! Mmmm...

Even as she was fantasizing about that, she asked, "So, what have you two been up to while I was gone?"

Alan was fighting a mighty battle not to give away what Suzanne was doing to his erection, so he was in no position to answer. It wasn't just that she was jacking him off in such a dangerous situation; she was really talented with her fingers, and he had to get himself in the right frame of mind to both "resist" and enjoy it.

Luckily for him, Glory quickly replied. "Oh, just talking."

Suzanne looked at her skeptically. "Just talking? Really? With this guy?" She playfully nudged Alan's shoulder with her own. "In my experience, his penis needs near-constant tending." She gave his boner an extra hard squeeze, then rubbed his sweet spot in an especially tantalizing manner, making his eyes bug out in surprise.

Luckily, Glory was too flustered by the conversation to notice. She hastily replied, "Actually, Alan had a bit of an energy crash right after you left. It was as if he was a puppet and someone suddenly cut all of his strings. It actually frightened me for a moment there. He rested on my bed and was just starting to revive when you came back."

"Ah," Suzanne said. "So when you say he was reviving, I imagine his penis was reviving too. After all, this is Sweetie we're talking about here." She chuckled. "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything too exciting when I rang the doorbell. Did you have his big cock in your hands? Were you rubbing it with your fingers?"

She had a way of stimulating Alan's dick very effectively by rubbing his sweet spot with her fingers so that she didn't have to move her hand at all, and that's exactly what she was doing at that moment. But as she said "rubbing it with your fingers," she stroked him from the tip down to his pubic hair and back.

It was dangerous, as she couldn't completely hide her arm movement, but Glory was so shocked by Suzanne's bold words that she wasn't paying attention to what her out-of-sight hands might be doing.

Then Suzanne asked, pointedly, "Or, were you sucking on him? Were you lapping on his sweet spot? You know how much he loves that."

That hit the mark. Glory had even been lapping on his sweet spot when the doorbell rang. She turned away, too embarrassed to say anything.

There was an awkward silence, with Suzanne's question hanging in the air unanswered.

Glory thought, She knows! Oh God, she knows! How totally humiliating. She must think I'm a complete slut! Gaawwwd, and I'm wearing his slave collar for all to see. I AM a complete slut - a slut for his cock! Even now, with my face burning red, I can't stop salivating, wishing I could finish him off with my mouth!

Suzanne didn't want to push the issue any further. She'd only brought up the topic of handjobs because she was feeling mischievous and wanted to talk about handjobs while actually secretly giving him one, and then she couldn't resist asking about blowjobs as well. She didn't want to push her luck and make Glory too upset.

She thought, It's so cute how embarrassed that makes her. I wonder what she'd think if she knew my hand is sloshing through the remnants of her saliva at this very moment, even as more and more pre-cum squirts out and dribbles down my fingers. Would she be grossed out? Turned on? Outraged? I still can't read her like I can read Susan, although I think I'm getting better fast.

Alan wanted to speak up, to help Glory out. But because of Suzanne's sneaky stimulation, he was putting all his effort into maintaining a poker face, so he still couldn't say anything coherent. He was so distracted that he even momentarily forgot about the cell phone in his pocket.

But Glory was distracted too, because she was wondering why Alan WASN'T using the Televibe on her. She wasn't willing to admit it to herself, but she'd been looking forward to it. Her pussy was soaked and tingling, ready for more action, despite the danger of getting caught (or maybe partially because of it). However, the Televibe had no off setting that she knew of, just lower and higher levels of stimulation, so she was still getting a nice buzz. The anal egg was providing a strange sensation in her ass, even though Alan hadn't started manipulating its stimulation levels yet. She was so out of it that she forgot completely about Suzanne's question, and was unaware of the awkward silence that followed.

Having Suzanne sit right across from her was extremely distracting as well. She hadn't really had a chance to appreciate Suzanne's outfit before, since Suzanne had changed into her bikini mere minutes after arriving and then changed back just as she was leaving. But now Suzanne appeared to be looking around the room, thoroughly checking out the apartment, so Glory could ogle her at length.

Suzanne was wearing a bright red top that was surprisingly casual by Suzanne's typical fancy clothing standards. In fact, it was practically a T-shirt. However, it was cut very low in front, showing off nearly as much cleavage as the red bikini had. (Suzanne was wearing a short blue skirt as well, but Glory didn't care about that at the moment since Suzanne's lower body was hidden by the table.)

Glory stared into the valley of Suzanne's deep cleavage as she thought, Suzanne's breasts are just so ... big! So firm, so round, so fully packed! So luscious! Boy, did I chicken out during that kiss. I felt them pressing against me, and I could even feel her erect nipples boring into me (and mine into her), but that was all. I should have cradled them with my hands! Damn! Maybe next time ... I can't wait till she kisses me again...

Not that I'm bisexual or anything! No way! I'm just Suzannesbian. And that doesn't mean anything, not really. It just means that I appreciate Suzanne's beauty, on the inside and the outside.

I mean, it's not like I would actually DO anything with her. Right? I mean, aside from the kissing. Lots and lots of kissing! Oh, and fondling her breasts, to see if they feel as good as they look. Besides that, I can just pretend.

She sighed longingly.

The extended silence, with no one talking, went on and on.

Yet only Suzanne realized this, or seemed to mind, and she found that very odd. Finally, she said, "This feels nice. Glory, it seems that every time you and I are together, we always have something to do. Like our earlier discussion about the fight aftermath. But now we've got no agenda at all, nowhere we have to be. What should we do?" She looked out the window. "It's a nice sunny day. Maybe we could go outside."

She said this knowing that Glory's eyes and attention would naturally follow hers. Confirming out of the corner of her eye that Glory was looking to the window, she quickly brought a second hand to Alan's crotch and yanked his shorts down far enough that his entire package was exposed. Then she kept one hand there and fondled his balls for a little while until he gave up on the idea of pulling his shorts back up.

Alan was incredulous at Suzanne's audacity. If Glory got up, perhaps to get something from the kitchen, he'd be in a real fix. But he grinned because he couldn't help but admire his second mother's chutzpah.

He thought, Come on, Aunt Suzy, get real! One hand, okay. I could deal with that. God knows I'm used to having my dick stroked in situations like this, and I love the arousal and excitement. He chuckled to himself. But two hands? That's just asking for trouble! Not to mention pulling my shorts down like that. Geez! She's trying to give me a heart attack!

He looked over at Suzanne out of the corner of his eye. She was leaning forward over the table, as if extremely interested in what Glory had to say. That's what allowed her to reach across her body with a second hand to fondle his balls without it being too noticeable. But it was a somewhat suspicious position just the same. Certainly, she wouldn't be able to maintain that leaning forward position very long without Glory wising up.

He thought, I just hope and pray she withdraws that second hand, and soon! Jesus! It's like she's trying to get caught! And why does she have to point my dick practically straight up as she strokes it? I mean, I have no choice but to slouch way down, or my dick would poke over the table edge. Even so, there's only, like, an inch or two of spare room there! What if it comes into view? Heck, what if Glory stands up?! She might still see!

Oh my God! What if I cum?! Imagine the look on Glory's face if a fountain of cum suddenly bursts up into the air! Shit! And I wouldn't even have to climax, necessarily. Sometimes, I squirt a little bit of cum here and there, well before the urge to climax. I have no control over that, but what if I do that now?! And with the way her two hands are going at it, I'm getting too aroused. Shit! I really need to do something!