CH 11

Alan turned around and focused on his horizontal girlfriend. "Okay Amy, it's just you and me. This is all so romantic, don't you think? I'm so glad I waited a bit until we could do it right in the right setting. Why don't I just lay on top of you and kiss you for a while?"

"M'kay!" She paused, and then added, "Actually, don't ask me what I want, because I have no say in the matter. I'm all tied up, and my neighbor, the big bad Alan wolf, he's going to take advantage of me!"

Alan watched her writhe around in mock anguish. His penis got as hard as it had ever been, which was saying quite a lot. It didn't matter that he'd had so many intensely sexual experiences earlier in the day; he had the remarkable ability to put all of that out of his mind and live in the moment. Right now it was just him and Amy and nothing else in the world mattered one bit.

He admired her slowly writhing body as long as he could, attempting to burn the image into his mind for all time. Finally he could take no more, and fell on top of her. He practically attacked her, as his hands were everywhere at once. They kissed for several minutes.

Amy however couldn't put her arms around him because her wrists were still tied up by a bow.

Alan rather enjoyed her helplessness, and wondered if that meant he might get into S and M sex. But he also wanted her hands available to do more, so he said, "I'm going to undo the rest of your bows, okay?"

"'M'kay!"

Alan freed her hands first, then her ankles. He undid her pussy bow last, leaving her totally naked except for high-heeled shoes and a smaller bow around the neck.

Alan said, "Amy, I must admit, I'm too excited for much more foreplay. Let's just have sex."

"M'KAY! I'm ready and like, totally soaked! I want you to fuck me! Stick it in!"

"All right, here it goes." They didn't need to use a condom since Amy had been on the pill for some time in anticipation of this moment. Lying on top of her, Alan pushed his meaty shaft into the eager and wide-hipped girl.

Amy cried out, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, OOOOHHH!" Her scream "Aiiiieeee!" carried through the walls like they weren't there and carried all throughout the Plummer house.

Alan had considerable difficulty pushing his penis into her. Of all the women I've fucked so far, she definitely has the tightest pussy. Dang! He tried to get his penis head in, but it seemed like it simply was too big to fit.

Finally, with a great thrust, he got the wide bulbous head through. But there was still considerable resistance. He paused and asked her, "Does it hurt?"

Panting, she admitted, "Yeah, kind of. But that's okay. In the movies it always hurts the woman first and then it gets better."

"But you're not a virgin," he pointed out. "There's no blood." He added with growing horror, "Don't tell me that's from the time you were raped!"

"No," she admitted. "That dumb Jack Johnson was a big loser and a stupid fat head, but luckily he never got very far with me. His hands were all over me like an octopus, but not in a good way like when you do it, you know? I kept yelling 'NO!' louder and louder. Luckily, someone came quickly before he could do any more that attack my boobies. So really you're the first. Maybe it just takes some getting used to."

Despite the seriousness of the discussion, Alan found it endearing that "stupid fat head" was about the severest insult Amy could muster. He said, "Let's not talk about that unpleasantness. Let's just have fun."

He pushed in again, unsuccessfully. Then something occurred to him. "Hey Aims. You never really explained how you lost your virginity, then."

She giggled. "Oh. You'll always be my second love. My heart belongs to my first love, my hair brush!" She laughed even harder.

Alan laughed too. He was also greatly relieved to get confirmation that things were taken care of. He got very squeamish around blood.

They quickly grew serious again. Both were eager to get down to some serious fucking.

Alan already had his penis head in her but found her vagina so tight that it was tough going all the way. He raised himself up as if doing a push up on her and then pushed his whole body down. As a result, he slowly skewered into her the rest of the way.

He worried it that might have hurt her, but an excited "Woo-hoo!" from Amy quickly put those worries to rest.

Then he resumed sliding in and out of her. She still screamed like a banshee, and Alan still had the sensation that he must be hurting her, because she was so tight. Lubrication certainly wasn't an issue because Amy was plenty wet; her pussy was simply tighter than many assholes.

However, after a few minutes the going began to get a little bit easier and the fuck started to get a lot more pleasurable. Her vaginal walls had a wonderfully velvety grip on his erection, but it no longer felt like it was being squeezed to death.

Alan was worried if Amy was enjoying the fuck as much as he was. He was about to ask her feelings when she shouted, "YES! It's just like the movies said! It feels good now! Way good! Gosh, Alan, keep doing it! Totally! This rocks! Fuck me more!"

Alan kept fucking her. He was surprised that, given how quiet and passive she normally was, she was so loud and active. She squeaked, moaned, or gasped with his every thrust.

He'd expected for her to lie there while he directed the actions and did most of the work, but she soon became as physical as he did. In fact, after a while she rolled him over and pumped her hips up and down over his penis while he just lay there. Her entire body rose and came crashing down onto his, over and over again.

Alan was glad, because it seemed he was forever having to ration his sexual energy. Plus, this way he could impale her all the way to the deepest depths of her pussy with every stroke without even having to move his hips.

Alan greatly enjoyed the fucking, but he was also somewhat disappointed in one respect, because Amy's sexual skills were so far below Suzanne's, and those skills were fresh in his mind from what they'd done that afternoon. For instance, Amy didn't squeeze with her vaginal muscles at all, and she didn't know his needs or have a sense of timing. But he'd been aware of this before he started and enjoyed the experience for what it was.

Suzanne for instance was excellent at squeezing with her vaginal muscles, and knowing his needs, and timing things just right. He realized though that it really wasn't fair to compare. Amy will have loads of chances to get better, and I'm going to be the one to teach her. She certainly doesn't lack enthusiasm, and her pussy is so remarkably tight! Actually, if she learned how to do the Suzanne squeeze thing, she'd probably snap my penis clean off! Ouch!

Amy was truly filled with enthusiasm, there was no denying that. However, to listen to her, it sounded like suffering. Even her panting and moaning made it sound as if she was being slowly tortured. Her face had torturous expressions at times, too. But at other times it was a face of pure ecstasy, or some combination of suffering and joy.

However, while Amy wasn't that skilled, she didn't completely lack clever surprises. Alan had been happily thrusting and huffing, he was about to climax when all of a sudden Amy came to a complete halt. Since she was sitting on top of him, he had little choice but to go along with what she wanted to do. He tried thrusting up into her since his shaft was still deep inside her, but it was no good.

"What?!" he complained with great exasperation. "Why did you stop?!"

Amy giggled. "I'm just pulling an old Alan trick. The infamous strategic pause."

"Not now!" Alan wailed.

That only caused Amy to laugh some more. Then she said, "Hey, if you can do it, I can do it too. I'll tell you though, it's so hard to stop once you get into that rhythm. You know? It's like a primal thing, an irresistible urge to keep going."

"I DO know! Amy, resume fucking right now! That's an order!"

Amy just laughed some more. "I'm really digging this woman on top thing. Woman's got the power, heh-heh!"

Alan growled.

"Oh, oooo-kaaaayy..." Amy mock sighed. She resumed impaling herself. "You have to admit, it's a lot better to draw it out some."

Before long, they were going at it at full speed. But, to Alan's surprise, the more they fucked the more energized he felt. He decided to take charge instead of having Amy do most of the work. He suddenly grappled her down to the bed and flipped over so he was lying on top. Then he began banging her in the missionary position.

Amy seemed to like that a lot, and also became more submissive in her attitude. Even though she was puffing like a steam train, she somehow managed to blurt out, "Take me! Take me, lover!" Then, after some more huffs, she managed a final, "Take my cunt and OWN IT!"

That aroused Alan a lot, but unfortunately it aroused him a bit too much because he found himself cumming before he was ready. It was also before Amy was ready to cum.

However, Alan was too naturally talented of a fucker to let the lack of a mutual climax ruin things. He pounded into her hard, shooting ropes like a machine gunner firing bullets with reckless abandon. Cum seemed to be flying everywhere, filling her pussy to the brim.

But when his climax finally ended, Alan kept going. He fingered her for another minute to make sure she'd cum too.

Amy loved it; she squealed like a stuck pig. Not only did everyone in the house know exactly what had happened, but there was a good chance the rest of the Pestridges next door could hear it, too.

After they were done, they lay resting on the bed in each other's arms for some minutes. Alan whispered into Amy's ear, "I love you, Aims."

"I love you too, Alan!" she whispered back. "Do you know what?"

"What?"

"You took me! It was just like the novels. You know, in those cheesy romance novels, the woman always yells 'Take me.' Now I know why. I feel totally took." She giggled.

Alan decided that instead of replying with words, he'd nuzzle his nose against Amy's.

She loved it. Then she suddenly blurted out, "Ohmigod!"

"What?"

"Susan! She's be so psyched. She gave me a lot of advice before we left for the party, as you can probably figure. And she was so big on talking about you taking me and taming me. But she was so right! I feel like I'm totally yours, and I'm not just saying that."

Alan replied very suavely, "And I feel like I'm totally yours." He snuggled and kissed. "By the way, take anything my mom says with a big grain of salt."

"I know. She gets carried away. But it's cute. She means well."

After some more loving moments of happy cuddling, she sat up. "Oh! I almost forgot. I've got a surprise gift for you, to show how much I've been thinking of you."

"Oh, what is it?" Alan was pleased, but also upset with himself that he had no gift.

She ran out of the room. It took her a few minutes to come back.

Alan was left to bask in the afterglow. But he didn't have privacy for very long, because Katherine soon stuck her head in the room.

"How was it, stud brother of mine?"

Alan didn't mind the interruption. He grinned widely and gave two thumbs up.

"Two thumbs up, eh? Well, Bro, I'll have you know Amy liked it too. You know what she said to me as she zipped past just now? She was bursting at the seams and said, 'That was the most super splendortasticawesomeoriffic thing ever! I got took!' Do you know what that means?"

Alan grinned even more. "Yeah. Did you hear her cry 'Take me'?"

"Ah. Who didn't, in this half of Orange County? Cool. Oops, here she comes again. Later!" Katherine skipped back to her room.

Breathlessly, Amy rushed into the room. She immediately asked, "What was Katherine doing in here? Were you laying your pipe into her?"

Alan looked at her for a moment and realized with some relief that Amy was just joking and appeared to be without any jealousy whatsoever. He thought, Aims is sooo cool. How cool is it to have someone that understanding? What's even better is that if I WAS "laying my pipe" into my sister, Amy would be cool with that, too.

He joked back, "Well yeah, but only a little.''

Amy grinned and nudged him forcefully. "You! Anyways, here's my gift." She handed Alan a piece of paper.

Before he looked at the sheet of paper he studied her beautiful athletic form glistening with a sheen of sweet from their recent romp. She almost looked oiled up and her hair was wild. He always marveled at her unabashed attitude towards nudity - she seemed positively proud of the trails of his silvery semen rolling down the inside of her thighs.

He tore his eyes away and focused on the drawing. It was a portrait of him, done in charcoal. It was a quick sketch, but it captured him perfectly. "Did you do this?" he said with more than a little surprise in his voice. She nodded, proud but bashful.

"It's really good! I had no idea you were such a good artist."

"Thanks! I drew it from memory. Maybe some other time you could sit and I could paint you properly. Here's another one. Something to remember me by."

She handed him another portrait, this one of herself. She was naked in it, striking a very sexy pose. "Since your scouting trip has been rescheduled for the weekend, please take it with you so you don't forget me while you're gone. I don't mind if you fold it up - I can make lots more."

"Thanks again. Wow. You're a real artist. You've been hiding yourself! You should do it professionally." Alan was genuinely impressed and not just buttering her up. He was particularly impressed since he was lousy at art.

"It's what I want to do. You know how everyone says I'm a space case? That's 'cos I look at the world differently. I'm always looking at things like, I dunno, like I want to paint the scene or something."

"I can see that. This makes me love you even more. I'm going to get you something special, too."

"Thanks! But you already gave me the best gift you could ever give me when you fucked me so good. You ready to do it again?"

"I'd love to, but I really can't. I'm so sorry, but it's just been too much lately. I'll make that up to you later, too."

"M'kay." She snuggled up next to him.

"You're so understanding. You're really amazing, Aims."

"Thanks," she whispered, and kissed him on the ear. "You're pretty neat too. Although..." She giggled.

"What?"

"Saying a blowjob would cure my hiccups. That was a bit too much!" They both laughed.

Alan replied, "But how do we know it isn't true? Let's try it out next time you've got the hiccups and see."

"M'kay!" They giggled some more.

They were just relaxing in each other's arms, but for some reason Alan stared at Amy intensely. She had the same kind and happy face she always did, but he detected something there he'd never noticed before - a certain wry and knowing look, like she was secretly triumphant.

All of a sudden, he had a revelation. "Hey! Wait a minute! It's all a sham, isn't it? You've been playing along the whole time, haven't you?"

"What?" Amy asked, looking confused.

"All this 'gosh' and 'super duper' stuff. It's all an act, isn't it? Like you're doing right now! You're really damn smart! Your artwork shows that. You've been playing me like a fiddle, haven't you?"

She smiled even more. "M'kay. You got me."

"A-ha!"

She admitted, "I've been playing along with all the tricks you and Katherine thought you were pulling on me. I mean, come on! No one is that clueless in this day and age. And I got you to fuck me, didn't I?" She giggled with glee. Alan laughed too.

"Well, I'll be damned," Alan answered, amazed. "But you didn't need to go through all that just to get me to fuck you. You're fantastically fuckable, you know. All you had to do was say, 'Hey, let's fuck,' and believe me, I would have jumped right up."

"I guess that's true. But then again, who's your one and only official girlfriend now? I kinda had a bigger plan." She smiled like the cat that ate the canary.

Alan was impressed. "You sneaky succubus! I guess the fruit doesn't fall too far from the tree. You're a schemer, just like your mom."

"Now wait a minute. There's some truth to that, but not all. I really am the way people see me. I'm innocent and simple. I'm not super clever like mom. If I were, my grades would be better than just okay. It's like I was saying before. I think differently, in an arty, spacey way. But I learned to play up and exaggerate the way I naturally am. People seem to like it. You know, like I want to play a game, and you want to play a game, so I act all 'okey dokey' and the game is that much more fun for both of us."

Alan pointed his finger at her and wagged it. "Yooooouuu... I'm gonna have to watch out for you. You've been full of all kinds of surprises today. I'm impressed. Though frightened too. I'm surrounded by master manipulators!"

They both laughed. Then Amy said in a very dumb, exaggerated voice, "Golly gee, Alan, I've got a case of bad breath today. Gosh! Didn't you say putting your penis in my mouth could cure it?" Her mouth hung wide open and her tongue darted about as if in search of a penis.

Alan laughed some more. "That is pretty fucking absurd, isn't it? I'm sorry."

"Hey. Don't be. It's been a blast. The thing is, I really was sexually inexperienced. I was so far behind Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne in your books, I needed something different to stand out and catch up. So I just exaggerated things a bit. It was fun! In the end, look who gets to be your official girlfriend." She cackled a theatrically evil laugh. "Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!" They hugged tightly.

He asked her, "So is the 'real' Amy really that okay with sharing me?"

"I'm the same person I always was. I'm totally in love with being naked, I die with pleasure when you 'check for bumps,' I look at the world through innocent eyes - it's all still me. It's just that maybe I'm a little bit more knowing and scheme-y than you realized. You're right - I must get that from mom! I'm okay with sharing, though maybe not as wild about it as I let on. Women get jealous, you know. Even me. But it's all good. We're all gonna love each other in one big, happy family. It'll be awesome!"

They lay next to each other for a minute. Alan really wanted to fuck Amy again, but his penis wasn't up for it. Suddenly, she said, "You know, actually, I seem to have a pretty bad case of bad breath right now." They both burst into laughter and couldn't stop laughing for quite some time.

Alan guessed that from now on, "bad breath" would be their code language for getting sexual. But unfortunately, he had to say, "Aims, this breaks my heart, but I really shouldn't do anything else with my penis right now. This is after all my recovery weekend and I've already climaxed today, let's see. ... Seven times. But don't worry. We'll be spending the night together, so let's just see what happens. Not to mention, when we wake up tomorrow morning. Not only that, but I could go down on you now if you want."

She giggled. "You're so nice. Don't worry. I can see you're really tired. Let's just cuddle. I get to sleep with my big, strong cuddle bunny. I'm so happy."

Alan was quite happy too. As they lay in each other's arms, he thought, I don't know what a "cuddle bunny" is, but it sounds good when Amy says it. ... Wow. What a surprise Amy is. I've really been taking her for granted. I need to treat her better. If only I had more time, what with all these women pulling at me from every direction. What a drag.

Speaking of other women, I'm really impressed with Sis, too. It looks like she really took Xania's comments about jealousy to heart. The way Amy screams and moans, Sis could hear everything. I bet her dildo has been getting quite a workout. ... I wonder if Mom could hear too. I sure hope not. She was getting all worked up earlier. I think she's treating this like it's the night I lose my virginity. If she only knew how many women I've fucked already!

Soon Alan fell fast asleep. Amy fell asleep in his arms, and for the first time in his life Alan slept the night away in the same bed with a woman.

Alan was right about Katherine's dildo. Furthermore, Susan was also wide awake, though she'd stayed locked in her room the whole evening. She just couldn't bear seeing her son with Amy. It wasn't so much the fucking as the intimacy, plus the official girlfriend status, and the idea that Amy would be the first to spend the whole night with him. If she would have seen the candles and bows that Katherine had arranged, she certainly would have broken down and cried.

But her main problem as far as sleeping went was that Amy was so noisy. The walls in Alan's room were quite thick, but Amy had a high, piercing scream that could go through walls like they weren't there. Susan wore earplugs and covered her head with a pillow, but she could still hear the erotic screams.

She at least consoled herself, Soon, that'll be me. I'll be the one with my legs flailing in the air, my son taking and controlling me, hammering my pussy, showing me who's boss! Maybe even on Monday, knock on wood. God, all that screaming gets me SO HOT! How can anyone sleep around here, with all that noisy pussy taming going on?!

Amy's so lucky to be the girlfriend. It's just not fair! Why can't mommies be girlfriends too? Why can't Tiger take me, say, to the prom? I'd be such a good date; I wouldn't even mind sharing. Oh, poo!

She covered her head with her pillow. Amy, keep it down, already!

It took a long time for her to sleep, and when she did she slept fitfully.