Alan started to daydream again. Christine clones. Now, there's a sweet idea. It would be awesome enough to pop Christine's cherry, but deflowering a whole Christine army over a period of weeks or months? Wow.
Why have one Christine bodyguard, when I could have a bunch? And hey, if I'm the boss, then I ought to choose the uniform, or lack thereof. Sweetness!
He looked up at Christine talking and mentally disrobed her with his eyes. It was pretty easy to do, since lately he was more used to naked female bodies than clothed ones. Oh yeah... If only...
But what am I thinking? I have a whole Christine army right here in this room. Every single woman is just as hot as her. Or sometimes hotter even, like Susan and Suzanne, who are possibly the two most smokin' hot females in the entire universe. Maybe I'm just biased 'cos they're my moms, but damn, they're scorching hot foxes no matter how you slice it.
Just because Christine is standing up there in front of everybody, with her improbably gigantic tits having a wrestling match with each other under that shirt despite the industrial-strength bra that I have no doubt she's wearing, but which ultimately is fighting a losing battle... One day, that valiant but foolhardy bra is gonna snap under the strain, and with my good luck hopefully it'll be one of those rare "Wonder Woman T-shirt" days, and then it'll be nipples-a-go-go! Hell, the whole shirt will probably just rip to shreds when those twin torpedoes burst free... Wait a minute. Wasn't I making some kind of point about a Christine army or something?
Damn. My brain is just totally fried. Stupid perpetual hard-on. God damn Alan Junior never rests. Never! Horny little bugger. He always needs attention. But I like my earlier idea about having a penis tender through this very meeting. That would be sweet! Speaking of totally frying brains, just imagine if Mom really did pull that stunt.
Alan drifted back to his daydream fantasy land. He imagined that the meeting was still going on just as it was in real life, except that he really did have two penis tenders, just as he'd fantasized. Before, it had been Simone and Susan, but now they'd been replaced by Katherine and Glory.
Additionally, Brenda had somehow appeared, and clothing had become increasingly risqué. As he stared at Suzanne, her large breasts grew to truly massive proportions that even Brenda would envy, causing her blouse to pull back until she was proudly showing off a Grand Canyon of cleavage. Everywhere he looked, clothes were shrinking and body parts were growing. By the time he looked back down at himself, he saw that both of his penis tenders were topless, while he had lost sight of his shorts.
Christine finally finished explaining her complicated plan in reality and sat down after getting a round of applause.
She finished her speaking in Alan's fantasy, too (although her speech sounded like the "wah wah wah" sounds adults made in Charlie Brown cartoon specials). But when she was done and went to sit down, in his daydream he said, "Not so fast, Christine. Come here."
Christine nervously stood in front of him. She was blushing furiously and trying to look anywhere but at his groin. She seemingly had discovered something very interesting on the ceiling.
"Not there, Christine. Here. Lower." He pointed to a spot on the carpet right before him, between his knees.
Against her will, Christine found her body dropping down. Inside her head a voice was screaming for her to stop as she dropped to her knees between his legs. Now, she had no choice but to stare at the way Katherine and Glory were slurping their way up and down the sides of his shaft. But Katherine wasn't content with just that. She had a hand in there too, rubbing hard wherever tongues were absent. His was an extremely well "tended" penis.
Alan said, "That was a really great speech, Christine. I appreciate all the time and effort you put into that. Just to say thanks, I think you should get the cockhead all to yourself."
"But..."
She looked back and forth between Katherine and Glory. Their eyes were open and their faces showed a divine bliss Christine had never experienced. The slurping and licking was relentless; it drowned out everything else in the room.
She still didn't know what to do. She couldn't believe she was actually watching Katherine, Alan's own sister, giving him head. She stared at what the nubile teen's mouth was doing, which allowed her to stall for time, but also was making her more and more aroused.
Then she felt hands. One pair of hands was removing her blouse and bra, yet she was too stunned to resist. Another pair of hands was actually using scissors to cut away her skirt and her panties, so she wouldn't have to get up to get them off. A third pair of hands then held the back of her head and began moving it gently but firmly towards Alan's suddenly unoccupied cockhead.
"I can't... I shouldn't..." she mumbled, but the next thing she knew, her lips were on it, kissing it. She wanted it so desperately badly that she was barely able to breathe. The smell of virile male cock filled her nostrils and inflamed her lust. She didn't care that his dick was literally dripping with pre-cum and saliva from other women. She wanted it, she needed it, she absolutely had to have it.
Within seconds, she found herself not just tentatively licking his piss hole, but actually swallowing the entire cockhead. She couldn't begin to fathom how she'd fit the whole thing in her dainty and inexperienced mouth, yet somehow she managed to rise to the challenge.
She started to bob on his knob, heedless to the fact that every other woman in the room was intently watching her performance. She found herself starting to enjoy it. She looked up into his eyes with a timid yet hopeful expression. "Lige thith?"
He patted the top of her head and nodded. "Just like that."
She somehow smiled, despite the fact that her mouth was crammed to the brim with cock sliding back and forth. At least, she knew she was smiling.
Then the hands returned. She was suddenly reminded that she was completely naked, because there were hands on her back, hands on her ass, hands everywhere. Hands on her breasts - lots of them! Three or four, at least! Kneading, pinching, groping shamelessly. Hands on her bush, even, and then fingers into her pussy lips. And nipples! She could feel many bare nipples pressing against her back.
Then she heard Katherine whisper in her ear. "Ta-da! Welcome to the harem, Christine. Welcome to your new life. You're a tit slave now, just like the rest of us. Your new goal in life is no longer getting into the college of your choice; it's keeping that big dick in your mouth happy at all times. There's a sensitive spot just below the head. Can you hear him moan when your lips slide past it? Focus right there, just like that... Good."
One of Katherine's hands had slid between Christine's legs and two fingers were already pumping in and out of her extremely soaked pussy. Christine was so far gone with arousal that she'd hardly even noticed this extra thing. Katherine said, "And don't mind my fingers in your cunt; we're all bisexual. It's part of the rules of being an Alan girl..."
Alan didn't realize it, but he was so into the daydream that he'd closed his eyes. He wasn't quite asleep, but he'd completely lost mental contact with the outside world.
But he was jarred into reality when a book was suddenly placed in his lap.
Stunned, he looked around and saw that Amy had placed it there. He had no idea where it had come from, as Amy had been nowhere near any book the last he'd seen her, but he noticed it conveniently covered up his throbbing erection. He could only begin to imagine the kind of lewd bulge that was there before, since he'd lost all track of trying to keep his "package" in place during his daydream.
He looked over at Amy, who was frowning at him, obviously annoyed at how he'd been spacing out.
Then he looked for Christine. To his relief, she was sitting in a chair on the side of the room that didn't give her a good angle to look at his crotch. Better still, Heather and Glory were engaged in a rather vigorous debate and all eyes were on them instead of on him. Simone was trying to intercede, but to minimal effect.
He whispered quietly to Amy, "Did anybody see?"
She whispered back, "You mean the Leaning Tower of Pisa that was ripping your shorts apart? Yeah. I had a couple helpers pass me a book from that bookshelf over there. But luckily, Christine, Heather, and Glory are so busy arguing with each other that they're completely oblivious."
"What are they arguing about?"
She practically scowled at him as she whispered, "Geez, Louise! You really need to pay attention. This is important stuff for YOU!" She poked him in the chest. "After Christine put forth her plan, Heather put forth her plan. Didn't you notice?"
He had missed Heather's entire plan. "Sorry, it's just-"
"Sssh! Later. Listen."
So Alan listened. In truth, he hadn't missed that much, five minutes at the most. He very quickly caught on to the gist of Heather's plan (which seemed to boil down to "Trust me, I'm Heather, I'm great, I'll take care of everything single-handedly") and some other plans that were being put forward. The problem was, he was thinking with his dick now as his erection began to desperately crave release.
Seeing virtually all his women in one room for the first time was such a power turn-on, he could barely sit still. How could his ego not soar, knowing so many gorgeous and wonderful women loved him and desired him?
He thought, You know, Christine looks really hot when she's angry. But then again so does Glory. And so does Heather. Hell, they all do. It's really especially hot when they're in each other's faces and it's like, are they going to yell at each other or are they gonna suddenly kiss each other on the lips?
God dammit, listen to me. I think my IQ's dropped in half. I sound like Beavis and Butthead. Plus the "Bad Alan" is really surging through me right now. I feel like a werewolf in search of a victim or something. Too many bombshells in one room, and the clothes don't help me 'cos I can picture them all naked perfectly. These women are trying to help me with a very serious problem, and I can't control my libido. This meeting isn't doing me any good at all. Stupid penis!
Then he saw Suzanne stand up to speak. He forced himself to pay special attention because even he had noticed that Suzanne, normally the group leader, had hardly said anything at all.
Suzanne said, in response to something that Alan had missed, "I think it's worth a shot. But I'd also like to throw something into the pot. I have my own scheme to solve this problem, but it's a little more long-term. Basically, I want to learn everything I can about these eight, or maybe six, boys, and their families. My theory is, they talk tough, but they're a bunch of sissies. None of them are REAL criminals. This school is smack dab in one of the richest neighborhoods in the country. If their parents tell them that they'd better behave or they'll take away the Jag, or they won't pay college tuition, these guys are gonna cave. I know the type. So my plan is to befriend the parents and alert them about just what kind of trouble they're getting into. Most of these parents are hands-off and think their kids are perfect little angels. They'll go ballistic if they find out their precious kids are running with the wrong crowd. So it's just a matter of getting the right information and then working on the parents, especially the mothers."
Now Heather spoke up. She replied to Suzanne in a respectful tone, instead of the snide tone she'd recently been using with Christine. "That sounds very commendable, Mrs. Pestridge. I like your idea much more than Christine's. However, and I mean no offense by this, but since you don't go to our school, you're out of the loop. I, on the other hand, know all these characters intimately."
Christine snorted, "Yeah, that's true. Very intimately."
Some of the people in the room didn't understand that comment, but Christine was referring to the fact that Heather had slept with a good portion of the football team.
Heather ignored that. "I have a certain influence at school, due to my beauty, intelligence, and popularity" - both Christine and Glory snorted loudly - "and I've been using my influence to find out exactly who makes up Ryan's gang, and then put more direct pressure on them to quit. That's how I got two of them to give up this very morning. For instance, once I found out for sure exactly who was involved - something Christine's little bunch of 'Goody Two Shoes' unfortunately failed to do - I analyzed their weaknesses and began applying pressure. Like, Graham has a girlfriend named Mary Ann. She and I had a little talk not even one hour ago, and had he not immediately quit, she already would be his EX-girlfriend. So Mrs. Pestridge, while I admire your efforts, I don't think you need bother; I'll have this gang taken care of in a matter of days."
Glory said, "Heather, that's all well and good, but in reality, you're not the legend that you think you are. Perhaps you can knock off a couple of Ryan's flunkies, but you won't get them all."
"Try me," Heather shot back. "You'll see. And just what are YOU doing to help?"
Simone said, "Look, Heather-"
But Heather interrupted, "Thank you, Simone, but I can handle-"
Alan suddenly spoke up loudly. (He was careful not to stand up, for obvious reasons.) "Hey, everybody. I think it's great how different people are trying different things. However, we're not going to get too far if we're spending most of our time fighting each other instead of Ryan. Furthermore, all this talking isn't really getting us anywhere. Are we going to agree on a plan of action before we all have to leave for the football game? No; not likely. We can take this up again later, maybe tomorrow, and come up with an offensive plan. But right now, this very minute, we need to know what to do to get everyone safely through the football game. And to do that, we need to WORK TOGETHER. Period. All of us."
He stared at each woman in turn, like a teacher demanding attention from every student. Then he continued, "For instance, Heather, you should share what you know with Amy's mom so she can get started. And you and Christine really need to declare a truce and swap information. Then report back here and fill us in on exactly who these six or eight guys are, so we all can recognize them at the game. We have so much potential synergy here. For instance, Glory, you might know if one of these boys is struggling at school. You could work with Suzanne on that and she can pass that on to his parents."
He added to himself, Wow, that makes me look like I actually was paying attention the whole time. Heh! But to be honest I only missed a couple of minutes twice.
Suzanne smiled. "What an excellent idea, Alan. Glory, you and I should definitely work hand in hand on this, don't you think?" She stared right at Glory, who had wound up standing next to her.
Glory suddenly felt flushed and ill at ease. "Um, yeah. Definitely." She wanted to run out of the room, praying that the others wouldn't notice just how loudly her heart was starting to pound.
Alan said, "Okay, let's break up into groups. Christine already discussed in general the security measures we need to take to get through the game. Now, let's put that plan into action and get down to the nitty-gritty details. Christine, you need to talk to Simone and fill her in on guard duty. I'll referee while you talk to Heather. Glory, you should pow-wow with my mom and Amy's on the parent angle. Heather, you and Glory need to talk, and I'll referee that too. Amy and Katherine, you two are pretty much off the hook since you talked to Christine last night, but you should confer with Simone, 'cos she'd be a good one to guard you..."
The group broke up into little clusters. Remarkably, animosity was kept to a minimum because Alan stayed close to wherever Heather went and generally ran interference for her. His job got a lot easier when Heather left early after she'd talked briefly with Suzanne, Glory, and Christine. (The last was a very brief chat indeed.) Simone had come in the same car as Heather, so they left together.
Once Heather was gone, Alan breathed a sigh of relief and went to the kitchen to get a drink. He felt like he'd just gone through a trial. Phew. Talk about estrogen overload! Heather didn't say anything to Mom except for a couple of pleasantries, and Mom and Christine haven't spoken at all. That's a relief! And Mom is looking surprisingly, well, fuddy-duddy. She's certainly not giving Christine any reason to suspect she's an insatiable cocksucking nympho, just from looking at her. I may just get out of here in one piece, after all.
He was especially happy that during the small group discussions his erection had finally subsided. (He'd been forced to carry the book around for a while, not that it had fooled anyone.) Now he could walk around again like a normal person without the urge to fuck anything that moved.
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