Hard to Handle: Part 5

CHAPTER 13

Susan looked to Suzanne. "Now that she's given us permission, I'm concerned. Maybe you should go upstairs and check on him."

Suzanne considered that, then thought, Why the heck not? Brenda seems to have passed some critical point of no return anyway.

But she asked Susan, "Are you sure you want me to go? Remember what you said earlier, about how you were going to exclusively take care of him for a while?"

Susan blushed slightly. "That's true. But let's not shock poor Brenda too much all at once. I am his mother, after all, and no matter what she says, I'm sure she thinks that's extra weird."

Brenda did find that "extra weird," but in an intriguing and very arousing kind of way. She found the idea of Susan assisting Alan's erection twice as arousing as Suzanne doing it. It was almost too exciting for her to contemplate. But she felt she couldn't admit that to anyone, or they'd think she was the really weird one.

Suzanne shrugged. "Well... if you say so, okay. I'll go check." However, they were in the middle of a round of poker, so she didn't leave just yet. She waited until the hand came to an end. All the while, she could tell the tension was rising, especially from Brenda.

She took advantage of the delay to test Brenda a little bit. "Brenda, just so you're completely clear, you want me to tell you what's going to happen upstairs?"

"Um, if you wish." She tried to stay casual, but she was secretly thrilled by that question. Brace yourself, girl! Remember, Alan is not for you. You're just curious about how things work. Stay calm!

Suzanne said, "I'm going to go up there, and knowing him, his cock is going to be stiff already. Remember we told you already that we tend to call it a 'cock' around here, not a 'penis.'"

"I remember. And that's perfectly okay with me." Brenda was having to fight showing visible excitement. It IS a cock! And what a cock! God damn!

"Anyway, if it's stiff or not doesn't really matter. Either way, I'll probably start with a little striptease to get him in the mood. At the same time, I'll probably do some sexy talking too. For instance, once I'm topless, I might press my breasts together and lick my lips, like this" - she did just that, though her skimpy dress stayed on - "and tell him how I can't wait for him to slide his cock in my cleavage. Then I'd-" She cut herself off and brought her hands back to her sides. "Sorry, I'm probably getting too graphic. Am I getting too graphic? I'll stop."

Brenda exclaimed, "NO! Please don't stop!" She belatedly realized she might appear more than a little too eager, so she attempted to continue in a calmer vein. "Er, what I mean is, like I told you, I can handle this kind of thing. I don't want you to censor yourself for my sake."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." But Brenda warned herself, Calm. Stay calm! Alan is a nobody. Just an extremely well-hung, sexy nobody.

Suzanne resumed, "Very well. I'd continue to do that sort of thing." She stood up. "For instance, I might turn around and show off my ass. He's definitely a tit man, but he appreciates a fine ass too." She waved a hand over her ass, and struck a sexy pose. "Something like this, perhaps."

Brenda practically clapped her hands with glee. That's so true! He does appreciate a fine ass! He loves mine; he told me himself! I can't wait for him to spread my... Oh shit! Calm! Stay calm!

Suzanne went on, "And while I'm posing, I'd say more to inspire. For instance, I might tell him that this ass belongs to him, just as the rest of my body belongs to him."

Brenda's chest started to heave up and down. This was exactly the kind of thing she'd been fishing for. OH, YESSSS! Her body belongs to him! God! FUCK! That's too hot!

Suzanne had correctly guessed what Brenda wanted and she was delivering it while trying not to be too blatant. "By then, I imagine he'd be pretty worked up. Certainly, his cock would be sticking straight up, demanding my attention. Then... Oh. I'd better stop. I really am getting too graphic this time."

Brenda was practically bouncing in her chair with eagerness. "NO! I mean, please don't! In fact, I insist you continue! I want to prove that you can talk freely around me. Consider me just another one of the girls." Another one of his SLUTS, more like! Shit. No! Calm. Calm! He's a nobody! Nobody!

Suzanne pretended to be doubtful. "Well, if you insist. So, by that point, I'd be completely naked. Except for my high heels, of course. We usually wear those because he likes them."

Brenda was panting heavily. Yes! Of course! High heels are a must!

"Then I'd drop to my knees and crawl to his cock."

Brenda was so shocked and delighted that she nearly stood up. "You'd do that?! You?!" She could envision that with crystal clear clarity, except she was the one naked and crawling.

"Well, I'm saying I might. That's the sort of thing we do. It's not just about inspiring him; I'm getting psyched up too." In fact, Suzanne had no intention to ever crawl to him herself, as she considered it too demeaning. But she correctly figured this was the sort of thing that would thrill a submissive like Brenda.

Brenda practically screamed to herself, GET A GRIP! GET A GRIP! Fuuuuuck! Alan is a nobody! A nothing! Just a kid. But if he's a nobody, how does he get even the likes of Suzanne to crawl to him on her knees?! Clearly, he's a super stud! A natural lord and master! Hot damn! Dammit, I want him so much!

Suzanne smirked a little as she went on, "Then, I might crawl up on the bed. But let's assume that he's sitting on the edge of the bed, because we usually end up naked and kneeling between his legs. It's a great position for, well, let's just say 'oral action.'"

Brenda's pussy was very wet again. Her panties were soaked from before, so rivulets of cum were dripping down her inner thighs. That should be ME! UGH! To be naked and kneeling in just my high heels for such a superior kind of man! Total submission! Sexy servitude! Alan, please! Let me suck your cock!

Suzanne continued, "Now, holding and stroking his hot cock in my hands, I could say something, such as thanking him for letting me be the one of his many sluts to suck him this time."

Brenda's wide eyes grew even wider. She's thanking HIM! But of course she is!

"But by this point I imagine that I'd be so worked up myself that I'd just engulf his entire cockhead and then some with my mouth, create a tight seal with my lips, and start to SUCK!"

Brenda gasped. "OH GOD!" She could picture it vividly, except that in her mind she had taken Suzanne's place. Alan! So much cock! UNGH! It's filling my mouth to the brim! I can't breathe! Too much cock! Hot in my hands! I have to stroke and suck before I pass out!

Suzanne was getting into hamming up her story with dramatic flourishes and hand gestures. She pronounced, "Then... let the sucking begin! Here's where it gets really fun, but really hard too. Just getting your lips around his huge cock is a struggle. And keeping it that way while breathing through your nose gets no easier!"

Brenda thought with lust and alarm, I knew it! I'm **** and gagging! His cock is defeating me!

"But your troubles have just begun, because the competition is steep, and his standards are high. You've gotta use every trick, every move you know, while keeping your lips AND tongue busy, and stroking the rest of his shaft for good measure!"

Not surprisingly, Susan was getting extremely worked up hearing this, maybe as much as Brenda. She chimed in, "And that's not all! You don't do that for just one minute, or two, or even five. You'll suck and suck and suck until your jaw hurts, and your tongue can't go on, and your lips are tired from sliding, and even your fingers can't stroke anymore! But his cock is stiff as an iron bar! It's hopeless!"

Brenda was mystified by this talk about how difficult it was, but at the same time she loved hearing it. She had to resist the temptation to play with her pussy under the table. "Hopeless?"

Susan was taking over the narrative, even as she unthinkingly clutched at her breasts through her dress. "Yes, hopeless! His cock has totally defeated you with its power and stamina! But you dig, deep inside, for that last reserve of energy and willpower. You think about his many other lovers, and you decide you've just gotta do better than them. You're determined to show that you've got what it takes to be his absolute favorite cocksucker ever! So you suck! And suck and suck and suck, and then you suck some more! With so much suction, and tongue work, like you're trying to lick and suck his cock right off!"

Susan visually demonstrated her words with lewd hand motions and a wide open mouth. She even pretended to wipe sweat off her forehead, to indicate the physical struggle.

Brenda was transfixed. This sounded like the most thrilling thing she'd ever heard. She held her breath, knowing that Susan was getting to something good.

"And then, if you're lucky, he rewards you! With a great big sperm shower!"

Susan's face was rapturous. "All over your face! Down your throat! Spilling down your chin! On your tits! Everywhere!"

Brenda was triumphant. YESSSSS! That's it, Alan! Cum all over me! Drown me in your cum! Claim me and own me!

However, that thought about being owned gave her pause. Fuck! I'm letting him get to me too much. I've really gotta get a grip or I'm going to humiliate myself screaming like an idiot! Calm the fuck down! This isn't a fantasy. These are real people doing real things. Which makes it even MORE exciting than even my best fantasies! But I can't think that. I can't!

Susan paused her account, because she was trying to control herself too. She realized that her breathing was racing out of control. So she clutched tightly at her very ample chest and tried to divert attention away from herself by asking Suzanne, "Isn't that right?"

Suzanne grinned widely. "Sounds about right to me."

Katherine was getting very worked up also, but she sensed she could excite Brenda even more by pretending to be calm, acting as if this discussion was nothing out of the ordinary.

Brenda was panting heavily, but she didn't want the others to know just how horny she was. So she tried her best to be skeptical. "That sounds good for him, but what about you?"

Susan resumed her eager talking. "Didn't I mention that part? That's usually when a big orgasm hits YOU, too! Oh my goodness! So much pleasure! And not just one. Sometimes, when I start cumming, it's like I can't stop! Mmmm! So good! Then, just when you think it's all over and he practically passes out from the sheer joy of it all, it's time to lick his cock and balls clean! MMMM!"

Suzanne was amused at Susan's enthusiasm yet again. She was grinning with wry understatement as she said to Brenda, "So, there you have it. One typical Plummer house blowjob."

Katherine finally couldn't resist breaking her silence to make a joke. "Gee, Mom, I kind of gather that you like it."

Susan didn't get her wry understatement. "I do! I do!"

A lull of silence ensued. There still was plenty of heavy breathing all around, especially from Brenda. Susan finally remembered decorum and let go of her boobs.

Suzanne then jokingly pointed out, "So... we were in the middle of the poker game. Who's turn is it?"

The others just laughed, because the poker hand was clearly forgotten.

Finally, Brenda asked, "Thanks for sharing that. Is that how it is every time?"

"Pretty much," Suzanne said. Actually, she'd exaggerated a lot, to present an idealized picture. But she sensed this is what a submissive like Brenda wanted to hear.

Brenda was stunned. "That's incredible! But it's so much work! It sounds really hard."

Susan spoke proudly. "It is! But that's one thing that makes it so good and satisfying. It's hard to explain. It's like, when he blasts cum all over your face, you know you've really earned it."

Suzanne had sat back down once Susan got on a roll. But now she stood back up again. "Speaking of all that, now you've got me really keen to go upstairs. If you'll excuse me, ladies, I've got a fat cock to **** and gag on." She winked. Then she turned and walked out of the dining room.

Brenda whispered in awe. "Wow!" Lucky slut! **** and gagging too. That sounds like some serious, hard-core cocksucking! I want that! I totally want that! I want HIM!

To think that I was claiming that Alan was just a "nobody." Fuck that! That's bullshit! Yes, he's young and inexperienced, but it's clear that he's an incredible man! To think that Suzanne, a living goddess, just went upstairs to "**** and gag" on his fat cock! And Susan would love to join in, I'm sure. It's almost too exciting to contemplate!

How can I not want him, after all I've seen and heard? I'm incredible too, in my own way, but that just means that I'm worthy of being one of his sluts! He even nearly said as much!

With Suzanne gone, Brenda switched to saying some of her more acceptable thoughts out loud. "I think I'm starting to get it. I think I've been looking at sex the wrong way. Due to my appearance, I figured any man should consider himself lucky just to be with me. I didn't put much effort into it. In bed, I mean. But... the more you put into it, the more you get out of it. Am I right?"

Susan nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly!"

"But what about Alan? It seems like he's not putting as much into it."

Katherine joked, but in a way that she knew would push Brenda's submissive buttons, "It's good to be the king!" She giggled.

Susan could tell what Katherine was doing, and she played along. "It's true. It IS good to be the king. The rules are different for him. After all, he's the man of the house, and we're his busty sluts. Our duty is to pleasure him." She frowned as she considered her words. "Although 'duty' isn't the right word. More like it's our privilege to help him." She smiled. "Yes, that's better. It's a privilege and a joy. You heard Suzanne say that she thanks him for the chance to bob on his thickness, not the other way around."

Brenda could scarcely breathe, she was so amazed.

Susan went on, "But it's not all fun and games for him. He has to fight hard not to cum, and that's not easy. You should see the intense struggle on his face sometimes. Actually, a lot of the time, because our job is to keep him right on the edge of orgasm as long as we can. Brenda, you have no idea what a pleasure it is, to bob and stroke and lick, keeping him on the brink!" She stared off into space, smiling in fond memory.

Brenda thought, My God! Amaaaazing! The more I hear, the more I want to be a part of this!

But I need to cool my jets for now. For one thing, he may not even want me. The competition is pretty tough. And for another, success could be scarier than failure. My submissive fantasies have been safely locked away deep inside of me until now, and for good reason. What do I really want here? Do I really want to be just one more of his many sluts? That's crazy! I'm a perfect ten. I have more money than I know what to do with. I can do much, much better!

I need to seriously think this over before I say or do anything rash.

There was a sort of post-orgasmic feeling in the air, even though nobody had climaxed. So Susan, Katherine, and Brenda took a short break from even talking. It went without saying that they were all thinking about what Suzanne was doing upstairs.

The older women were drinking a fair amount of wine (Katherine was not allowed), which helped ease inhibitions.

After a few minutes, Susan poured herself another glass of wine. Thinking out loud, she said, "Suzanne's so lucky to be upstairs right now. I just loooove giving that boy a nice blowjob. The taste of his cum. ... Oh! It's just too much!"

Brenda nodded longingly.

Susan sighed blissfully. "Have I mentioned how sweet his cum is?"

"Yes, you have."

Susan went on dreamily, "Even as we speak, I'll bet she's kneeling naked between his legs, going to town all over his thick cock with her hands, lips, and tongue! It's such a special feeling to be in that position. To SERVE! His hot, pulsing cock-meat is squirting out pre-cum from time to time, and even that is delicious!"

Katherine cut in. "Mom, remember I'm listening too. You say stuff like that, and then you say I can't join in. It's soooo frustrating! Grrrr!"

"Sorry, Angel."

Brenda went back to daydreaming about what it would be like to be in Suzanne's high heels right now. She must be bobbing on his thickness even as we speak! I'll bet there are tears leaking from her eyes from the sheer effort of it all. But Alan just sits there like a king, because he is the king! "Lord and master" too! Dammit, why did he ever have to say those words to me?!

She decided that if she kept thinking along those lines, she'd practically die of anticipation. She decided to change the subject at least somewhat. "Katherine, if I may ask, what's your role in all this?"

"I try to inspire Alan by dressing sexily. For instance, look at this dress." Katherine stood up and moved away from the table to model her outfit. She even waved her hands over herself, like a model at an auto show. It was a white dress that barely clung to her midsection, much like a wrap-around towel. It looked like her nipples were only covered by two flaps of cloth that could blow open at any moment, but in fact they were taped down.

She asked Brenda, "What do you think?"

Brenda replied, "I must admit, you look good. And you dress like that to help inspire your own brother to cum?"

"Yep! You got it. It's very important that he shoot out large quantities of cum all throughout the day. This is a team effort and we all have our roles."

Brenda asked, "May I ask: do you get completely naked for him?"

Katherine carefully replied, "My role is kind of evolving. But if that's what it takes, then sure! Why not? If he were to say to me, 'Sis, stand up, take off all your clothes, and then bend over and touch your toes,' I'd do it. In a heartbeat."

Susan chided, "Angel!"

"What? Mom, you said I could help with the visual stimulation, didn't you?"

Susan grumbled, "I know, but that sounds lewd and improper."

"Hey, we've all gotta do our part. In fact, I'd like to do more. I wish I could be the one with my lips stretched wide around his pole right now, and with my tongue dancing all over his sweet spot. But Mom won't let me."

Brenda thought, A-ha! Katherine may not be one of his sluts yet, but she will be soon! Of course she will. A man like Alan takes what he wants, and he's sure to want her. She's a total fox. Then he'll basically own his mother AND his sister! Jesus H. Christ!

Despite thinking all that, she merely asked, "'Sweet spot?'"

Katherine explained, "That's what we call the frenulum. You know, the special spot on the inside, just under the crown."

Again, Susan's passion for the subject caused her to add her two cents. "That's really what it's all about, stimulating the sweet spot. That's my absolute favorite, because I know he loves it so much! The challenge is to lick and suck and stroke it pretty much non-stop, but in a variety of ways, so he's constantly delighted and surprised."

Katherine goaded Brenda a little more. "I'm sure that's what Suzanne is doing right now. She's working on his sweet spot! Probably with her lips and tongue working together as one!"

Susan moaned blissfully. "Mmmm... She is..."

Brenda found herself daydreaming about being Suzanne upstairs again. Fuck! And to think that I thought blowjobs were a chore. I'd give practically anything to have Alan's cock down my throat!

Any sort of polite restraint on Brenda's part had been overwhelmed by her curiosity. She continued to ask questions about helping him while they waited for Suzanne to return. "So, how often does he need to be helped?"

"Only all the time!" Susan answered proudly. "Honestly, that's pretty much non-stop too. For instance, just before dinner, I was up in his bedroom, naked and kneeling between his legs, as usual." She giggled. "Slobbering and slurping and sucking, as usual."

Brenda's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. No way! I have to get out of this house before I have a heart attack! Everything is too exciting! Susan is so lucky. She's living in the middle of a sexual paradise. What about me? I haven't even gotten fucked by my loser husband for three years!

Susan went on, "l was at it for at least half an hour. Like I said, you just suck and suck and suck until you're too tired to go on. There's a whole art to it. I feel like I'm a complete novice. I have so much to learn!"

Brenda asked, "A half an hour? For real?!"

"Sure. That's typical for him. Who knows how much longer he would have lasted, but I had to stop unexpectedly because Ron came home."

Brenda's thumping heart beat faster still. "Oh my goodness! Ron! I forgot all about him! What about him? He's your husband!"

Susan turned sad. "That's unfortunate. He doesn't know about any of this, obviously. Keep in mind that this has all happened in the last two months, and things are still evolving. Whereas Ron is gone overseas eleven months out of the year. Something's going to have to give, because I don't want to sneak around his back. I suppose I'm headed for divorce. We need to wind that down and spare him the pain of ever finding out."

Brenda thought, Susan and Suzanne are married, but no matter! Like Alan would let that stop him. He takes what he wants! Gaawwwd! This is too hot to be believed!

She asked, "Sorry for prying, but I can't help myself: have you ever treated Ron like you treat Alan?"

Susan chuckled as she contemplated that idea for the first time. "Oh my! Dear goodness, no! Alan is a special kind of man, a superior kind of man. His cock demands top notch service! Whereas Ron, he's a very nice man, but just a man, if you know what I mean. It would be a case of throwing pearls before swine. It's sad, and I feel bad for him, but that's the reality."

That answer thrilled Brenda, sending electric currents down to the tips of her toes. "Alan is a special kind of man, a superior kind of man. His cock demands top notch service!" God dammit! That's so true! I've just met him, but I know it's completely true. When he stared at me, he stared into my soul! He knew all my innermost secrets. There's no resisting him!

CHAPTER 14

Suzanne came back downstairs after being gone for half an hour. But the shocker was that Alan came down with her, hand in hand. Both of them were wearing the same clothes as before.

Mindful of impressing Brenda with Alan's stamina, when Susan saw them returning to the dining room, she asked Suzanne, "Hey there. Back already?"

Suzanne smiled. "Yeah, that one was a real quickie. You got me so worked up talking about things that it only took him half an hour to blow."

Brenda thought, "Only" half an hour?! That's incredible! Back when I actually had a sex life, I was downright terrible at blowjobs. Note to self: I've gotta work on that, fast! But even so, none of the men I've ever been with could have lasted five minutes. Alan's some kind of sexual superman! If I want to become one of his sluts, I'd better learn to become a cocksucking expert, and fast!

Suzanne grinned slyly while Alan took part in typical polite greetings. She was secretly amused, because the truth was she hadn't done anything with Alan at all. She had intended to, but he'd been resting on his bed, and by the time she got there, he'd fallen asleep. She stayed in his room and fiddled around on his computer until he woke up. Then she explained to him the plan to make Brenda think that she'd orally pleasured him the whole time she was upstairs. They merely needed to wait a little longer to make it a respectable half hour, so that's what they did.

There hadn't been any actual poker playing going on for a long while. But with Alan having returned, Brenda spearheaded the effort to resume the game, and make it seem as if they'd been playing all along. That was far preferable to having to explain that she'd been asking questions about servicing his penis.

Again, Alan didn't join in the poker game. He sat around and chatted with them as they played.

With Alan present, Brenda assumed that the Alan-centric sex talk would come to a complete stop. But that wasn't entirely what happened, since all the others were in on the plot to further corrupt her.

Susan resumed the provocative talk by asking, "So, Tiger, how many checkmarks is that today so far?"

She added as an aside to Brenda, "He keeps track of his orgasms on a chart in his room to make sure he maintains his daily average."

Alan put his hand on his chin. "Let's see. There was that one time as school today..."

Susan said, "Woo-hoo! More school help! But Tiger, I don't remember seeing a checkmark to that effect."

"I know. I've been slack on updating the chart today. Sorry."

Despite Brenda's embarrassment about talking about this with Alan actually right there, curiosity got the best of her again. "Excuse me, Alan, but are you implying that you're actually having sex at school?! During your school day?!"

Susan cut in again. "That's not just an implication; that's the truth! It happens all the time. He has several big-titted cheerleaders helping him out!"

Brenda felt another powerful jolt shoot straight down her spine. It raced to her pussy and started her gushing all over again. No way! It can't be! This kid is simply incredible! Sex, at school?! With big-titted cheerleaders?!

She whispered to him in awe, "Is that... is that true?!"

He didn't want to actually lie about it, but he figured he could use Suzanne's tactic of creating impressions through vague implication. He chuckled. "I can't talk about that. I won't either confirm or deny it. After all, I don't kiss and tell."

Susan was tickled pink. "He's so modest and polite! But don't listen to him! All the girls in school are worked up into a lather over him. But of course he settles for nothing but the best of the very best. Which means big-titted cheerleaders. Isn't that right, Angel?" She was supposed to hype him up for Brenda, but she probably would have said and meant that anyway.

Katherine hadn't been talking much, and she was surprised to be put on the spot. But she was willing to play along with the hype. "I don't know the full story. But yes, cheerleaders are involved. Very beautiful cheerleaders." She added to herself gleefully, Such as me!

Susan asked, "And busty, I hope?"

Katherine grinned knowingly. "That goes without saying."

Susan was triumphant. "See? What did I tell you?"

Brenda was very impressed yet again. Damn, this is going to be tough, getting him to want me. I must admit that I've let my breasts do all the work for me. All I have to do is show up and men are slobbering. Not with Alan. Hell, I might be only the fourth most beautiful woman in this room!

The sex talk eventually died down when it became clear that Brenda was very embarrassed to talk about this sort of thing with Alan there. Furthermore, Alan's modesty made it difficult for him to hype himself in Brenda's presence.

However, just when it seemed like some actual poker playing would take place, Suzanne dramatically announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have lift-off!" Seeing that everyone else was confused, she said to Alan, who was sitting next to her, "Sweetie, please stand up."

"Do I have to?"

"I think it's necessary."

"Very well." His **** was feigned. When he stood, all eyes went to his crotch, because there was another sizable bulge there. He made sure to stand in such a way as to emphasize its size even more.

Brenda was flabbergasted. "But... that's impossible! Suzanne, didn't you just finish taking care of him?! That was only ten minutes ago, tops!"

Suzanne just grinned. "Welcome to our world. However, I'll admit that's pretty quick, even for him. You must inspire him."

Brenda stammered, "Me? But I don't..." She was bewildered. She wanted him to desire her, but whenever it appeared that he did she became both shy and afraid.

Suzanne reassured her. "Don't worry. We appreciate the extra inspiration." She turned to Alan. "How are things hanging, Sweetie?"

He answered, "I'm enjoying chatting with you all, but I'll admit it would be good to get some more relief. Sorry, Brenda, for this vulgar talk."

Susan said, "That's okay, Tiger. Brenda understands the situation. Suzanne, would you be willing to help him with his problem again? I'm still not forgetting what I said to you earlier, but again I think we need to be considerate of Brenda's sensitivities. We can take a short break while you're gone. Well, for at least a part of the time you're gone, anyway. I have to heat up some snacks for us to eat."

Suzanne's eyes lit up. "Come on, Sweetie, let's go upstairs again. Are you ready for another big, sloppy blowjob? Maybe some titfuck fun too?"

He just nodded a bit sheepishly. He hurried off with Suzanne a few moments later.

Katherine remained quiet, but under the table she clenched her fists in frustration that she wasn't able to be in Suzanne's shoes. UGH! When will I be able to openly help?! The way things are going, Brenda's gonna leapfrog over me. GRRR!

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Up in Alan's room, Suzanne gave Alan a very real blowjob this time. There wasn't any talking or foreplay because all the oral sex talk with Brenda had gotten both Alan and Suzanne about as hot as they could get. They were in such a hurry that Alan didn't get any further than unbuttoning his dress shirt and unzipping his fly when Suzanne pushed him down into his chair and attacked his erection with a ravenous hunger.

In fact, the two of them were so worked up that Suzanne had to resort to unusual methods to prevent him from cumming too soon. She sensed that any sort of bobbing on his cockhead would be too much for him to handle, so she mostly licked and stroked. But even that was dangerous, especially since she was too talented and horny to do a merely adequate job.

But his greater difficulty was caused by his lusty thinking. Whenever he started to feel he was gaining control over his urge to cum, he would think something like, Look at me! My sex-goddess auntie is naked and kneeling, slobbering all over my dick, while I kick back in this chair as if I'm some sort of king! But what's really crazy is that Brenda, friggin' super-stacked Brenda, would love to be in her place! Boy, the way her huge breasts were bouncing all over the place just from me talking to her! MAN!

He only lasted ten minutes or so. When it arrived, his orgasm was quick and unspectacular by his recent standards. He finally lost control while fantasizing about Brenda peeking in on them.

When Suzanne heard his **** cries and knew he was past the point of no return, she finally engulfed all of his cockhead and frantically bobbed on him until all of his load blasted right into her mouth.

He felt disappointed by how quick the whole thing had been, relatively speaking. Afterwards, when they were cuddling on his bed together, he said to her, "Look at me. Your hype has been so effective that Brenda's starting to think that I walk on water. I can see the way she looks at me now. She's fallen for all of it, hook, line, and sinker."

"That's good," Suzanne said, giving him an encouraging squeeze.

"Yeah, in theory. But the problem is, I'm not THAT good. I mean, yeah, it's true that I do have multiple lovers. That's pretty amazing right there. But still, there's more bullshit than truth. For instance, I only lasted ten minutes! What are we going to do? She thinks I last an hour each time."

Suzanne smiled. "That's easy. We'll just hang out and wait another fifty minutes. Then we go downstairs and act like you managed to last a full hour."

"But that's unethical!"

She stroked his chest reassuringly. "Sometimes the end justifies the means. This is one of those times. Remember, she knows about the ****. I would lie my head off to the entire US Supreme Court to protect that secret."

"I guess," he grumbled. "But what about when the reality catches up? As it inevitably does."

"You've watched too many TV shows, where lies always must be punished in some kind of just universe. What will actually happen is that by the time the truth does come out, she'll be so hooked on you that it won't matter. Trust me on this. I know what I'm doing. Remember, a couple of days ago I told you that perception can become reality. That's more true than you realize. Think about Susan. In her eyes, you basically can do no wrong. She thinks you're a stud no matter how long you hold out."

"I know, but she's my mom. She's totally biased."

"True. But we'll make Brenda totally biased too. Trust me. I'm working on it."

"If you say so." He had his doubts.

The two of them planned to just sit and chat until enough time passed to impress Brenda again. And they did do that for about fifteen minutes. But Suzanne had gotten naked to blow him and she deliberately stayed that way. Plus, she was Suzanne, a woman whose every move or gesture seemed designed to make a man aroused.

Before Alan even realized what was happening, Suzanne slipped back into place between his legs, trapped his revived erection between her fantastic breasts, and started licking around his piss hole.

His dick was fully erect by the time she started licking, as well as moving her tits up and down around his shaft. But she loved driving him wild to the point that he was panting and gasping constantly. He wasn't there yet, so she began talking dirty on top of everything else, even as her tongue stayed very busy licking.

She liked hyping up his sexual prowess by talking about "his many sexual conquests." She even suggested that he had a "proto-harem," and asked for his opinion on that.

By that time, just a few minutes into the titfuck, his arousal level was already so high that it was getting hard for him to talk. Plus, he didn't know how he could answer that question while remaining modest. So he kicked it back by saying, "I honestly don't know. It doesn't seem real to me yet, I guess. What do YOU think?"

She grinned wolfishly, while still lapping on his cockhead. "I think it's great! It opens up all kinds of possibilities, for all of us. If you make a new 'conquest,' you might not be the only one to benefit, if you know what I mean." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

He groaned extra loudly as he imagined Suzanne getting it on with Heather. He wasn't sure why that particular combination came to his mind, but it did.

After a full minute of lapping plus titfucking, Suzanne continued, "But Sweetie, promise me one thing. Don't just go out and fuck any woman you set your eyes on. That's kind of like pissing in the pool and ruining it for everybody, because we could spread sexual diseases to each other easily, even through blowjobs and handjobs. Over the years I've learned that the old saying is really true: 'Knowledge is power.' When I see someone I'm seriously attracted to, I try to find out everything possible about them before making any move. So if you do want a one-night stand or something like that, please clear it with me first."

She continued, "For instance, with Brenda, I didn't just invite her over tonight. My people have been looking into her background quite closely for some time now."

He gasped out between ragged breaths, "'My people?'"

She considered how to answer that. She lifted her head up for better eye contact, which meant her licking had to stop. But the titfucking motion increased as she resumed talking. "Sweetie, now that the nature of our relationship is changing, I need to clue you in to some things that I've kept close. You have some general knowledge that I've had affairs. Well, I learned some lessons the hard way with those. When someone's trying to get into bed with you, they'll tell you all kinds of sweet lies. I eventually had my reputation ruined in this neighborhood, because I trusted some people would be discreet and they weren't."

Seeing he was possibly lost in the throes of ecstasy, she asked, "Are you getting all this?"

"Um, yeah!" He thought it was weird how he kept having serious conversations right in the middle of sex acts. But he was starting to get better at such multitasking.

She said, "Here, let me take things down a notch so you don't lose your mind."

"UGH!" That was a grunt of approval.

She slowed the pace drastically.

Once she saw he again had his breathing under control, she resumed massaging his boner with her soft boobs, but now with a subtle rhythm. "Anyway, I've worked out a system over the years. I have a relationship with a private investigation agency I trust. That's what I meant by 'my people.' I give them a name, and they find out almost everything they legally can. It usually takes a week or two. Meanwhile, I do my own research: tap into the gossip network, talk to mutual friends, ask the person subtle yet probing questions, and so on. The trick is to get a pinprick of blood to test for STDs. Sometimes that's not easy, but I have my ways of getting things done." She grinned knowingly.

Since the pace of the titfuck had slowed so much, and the licking had stopped, he was able to ask, "So you already did all that with Brenda?"

"Well, for the most part. Things were still in process when Susan slipped up about the ****. So, unfortunately, the cart is before the horse this time. But that's okay. I know enough about Brenda to feel she can be trusted. She even passed the secrecy test: I told her a juicy but harmless secret last week and she didn't tell her friends about it. That's key. Sometimes you just gotta go with your gut feeling. I feel like I understand her personality quite well. We're really, really lucky she fell into our laps; I can't emphasize that enough."

She couldn't help but tease him a little. Squeezing her tits much tighter around his shaft, she resumed their slipping and sliding. "The question is, what'll happen when she falls into YOUR lap, face first, with your cock winding up half-way down her throat?! What are you going to do then? Since she's so submissive, how are you going to handle your first sex pet?"

"STOP! STOP!" He contracted his PC muscle so tightly that his ass actually rose off the bed.

Having mercy on him, she paused her titfucking as well as her sexy talk.

Once he got his breathing back under control, he decided to avoid her far-too-arousing questions because he was still on a hair trigger. Instead, he tried to redirect the conversation back to less stimulating areas. "How can you be sure she didn't tell her friends that secret test thing?"

"Sweetie, I have my ways. Trust me; I've worked out a good system over the years. Now, it's true that no system is perfect. In particular, it's very difficult to find out what goes on in the bedroom behind closed doors. Unfortunately, I don't know much about how good she is in bed, or what particular fetishes turn her on the most. But after talking to her some, I'm confident that she wants to be dominated sexually. She's a ripe fruit ready to be plucked! That's the essential key to understanding her, and for getting her to keep our secrets."

"What made you so sure about that, anyway?"

Sensing he could handle it again, she tilted her head down and licked around his urethra.

He grunted and groaned, but managed to ride out the resulting wave of pleasure.

She continued to lick the tip of his cock here and there as she went on: "Sweetie, sometimes people overcompensate. Like a guy who's secretly afraid and shy, so he covers it up by being a macho bully. I saw Brenda get angry at a party a while back, and it seemed a bit of an act to me. I decided that she was trying to hide her true nature from everyone, including herself. But that's not all of it. I can't fully explain the gut feeling I had. It's kind of like having 'gaydar,' I guess. Maybe I have 'subdar' - the ability to spot a submissive in hiding. You have to develop skill at reading people; they might say one thing while their body is giving off subtle signals saying the exact opposite."

"Wow. Nothing gets past you."

"Not entirely true. But the more you know, the fewer mistakes you'll make. In any event, she was such ripe fruit, how could I resist inviting her into our lives? Then, when I talked to her in private, I was able to subtly question her and confirm my suspicions about her. And aren't you glad that I did?"

"Hell, yeah! Man!"

Talking about Brenda's sexual potential was getting Suzanne too worked up; she realized she was getting carried away with her licking and cock-squeezing yet again, leaving him in danger of cumming too soon. Since they were "****" to stay in Alan's room to make a good impression on Brenda, she wanted to maximize her sexual time with him.

Calming herself somewhat, she continued, "Anyway, the bottom line is, the new plan with her is no specific plan. Just be yourself around her and see where things go. Sure, let's keep on hyping you to her and tempting her, but let's not push it. There's plenty of time to develop the relationship, if it's going to happen."

"Okay."

"Now, on a different note, what's with all this 'big-titted cheerleader' talk? Was that total hype for Brenda and Susan, or is there some truth there?"

"There's some truth there, but I can't give details." He was coming down from the edge of climax, but he was still grimacing from the intense pleasure.

"Fine. But you do need to take the proper precautions when you're with other girls, including letting me know names so I can make sure there are no nasty surprises."

"Okay."

"You can start by giving me some names right now."

"But... what about not... kissing and telling?" He was having a hard time talking, he was so aroused.

"Screw that. Sweetie, I appreciate your attempt to do the right thing with that, but you have to make a special exception with me, for the good of everybody. I need to check out these people and make sure we don't have a disease problem, or any other kind of problem. I promise I won't tell a soul, other than the professionals who are very, well, professional about keeping secrets."

He considered what to say, because he she made valid points but he still didn't want to violate the rule about not kissing and telling. "Okay, I've got an idea. You should check out the whole cheerleading squad."

"What?! You're having sex with the entire squad?!" She was impressed.

"No, but a couple of 'em. If you research them all, you'll have 'em... UGH! ... covered. Minus Kat and Amy, that's only four."

"Fine." She was a bit miffed, since she wanted him to name specific names, but she realized that would suffice, even though it would make her research task more difficult.

They didn't talk much after that, because Alan was getting so aroused that keeping a conversation was too difficult.

Wanting to make the most of their private time together, Suzanne was careful to make sure not to get him overheated. She made it a challenge for herself to see if she could keep him stiff and throbbing with pleasure for as long as they were supposed to stay upstairs to make a good impression.

At one point, she even only semi-jokingly teased him, "We don't want to lie to Brenda more than necessary, since she's a very nice person. So I have **** but to see if I can keep you erect for a full hour!"

His head swooned in response, especially because he knew she meant it. He could barely cope with feeling that much arousal for that long.

Sure enough, thanks to Suzanne's careful approach, plus plenty of strategic breaks, she did keep him erect without cumming for a surprisingly long time. The titfucking action was nearly constant, with lots of tongue work, but she craned her head down and sucked on his entire cockhead from time to time as well, as much as he could handle it.

Eventually though, his ability to hold out was worn down, and he made clear he was bound to cum soon, unless she just stopped altogether. She took his cockhead in her mouth yet again and sucked him off for another minute or two. They both knew the end was near, especially since she went at it with extra vigor.

She toyed with the idea of a pearl necklace or a facial; she had fantasies of coming downstairs with her face and chest covered in pearly cum. But she decided that might freak out Brenda too much, and the long-term big picture was more important.

So she went all out when she had his cockhead fully inside her mouth. Between her licking and sucking, plus the way she fondled his balls, he finally let out a loud roar and blew his load into the back of her mouth.

They rested for a bit after she'd coaxed out and swallowed all his cum.

CHAPTER 15

As Alan recovered from his orgasm, he thought, Incredible! I got to titfuck Aunt Suzy's awesome rack! Again! Man, life is GREAT! She did that for so long. It's nuts! My super sex bomb auntie! What is she doing with me at all? I'm so not worthy.

And, as if that isn't amazing enough, there's Brenda. And now Aunt Suzy is hinting she'd like to find other total foxes like Brenda, so we can take part in threesomes from time to time?! Sweetness! I really can't believe how awesome that is.

I don't know about all this "my people" cloak-and-dagger stuff though. I mean, I really appreciate her checking out Brenda, but I'm not keen on telling her about the likes of Glory and Heather and Kim. For one thing, that would put her in total charge of my sex life. And where's the spontaneity if I have to wait a week or two before I can touch somebody? The opportunity may well be gone by then.

But the main thing is, those three are a done deal. I'm fucking them already, or almost so in Glory's case, so giving them the thumbs up or not is irrelevant. I'm sure it'll be fine. I'll just have to be more careful about using a condom. The real danger is Heather, but I highly doubt she'll want to be with me again anyway. I'm still a "loser nerd" in her eyes, no matter how much I ring her chimes. Besides, by checking out the whole cheerleader squad, Aunt Suzy'll be investigating Heather as well.

In the future, okay, we can use those background checks if someone new comes along. But I especially don't want Aunt Suzy or anyone else knowing what Glory and I are doing. Or Heather. If she knew that Heather was one of the cheerleaders I'm talking about, she'd turn her focus on her and I'd probably get a lot of teasing and grief about it. Heck, she might even make me stop fucking her.

But I don't think I can! It's not just that she's the head cheerleader and the most powerful girl in school; there's something more. A lot more. I don't know what it is, but she does something special to me.

Alan and Suzanne stayed upstairs for just over one hour. In fact, Suzanne didn't keep him hard the entire time, due to him needing a fifteen minute break after his first orgasm, and then cumming before the hour was up for his second orgasm. Suzanne could have kept going much longer if he was game.

But still, he was pleasured for well over half an hour, which showed truly impressive stamina, given how sexually talented Suzanne was. Even when she was "taking it easy" on him, that would have been plenty to get most any guy his age to cum on the spot, if only due to her great beauty.

The poker game continued with Susan, Katherine, and Brenda in the meanwhile. The discussion remained sexual and related to Alan for the most part. Brenda had many, many questions.

Susan and Katherine were happy to answer them. They were careful to always paint Alan in a highly impressive light.

The card game finally came to an end shortly after Suzanne came back downstairs, alone. Alan had been getting sleepy, and she figured that since he'd made such a big impression earlier, it would be best for him to rest on his laurels and not try to top that.

Plus, with Alan not there, Suzanne was free to rave about the supposed hour-long blowjob that she'd given him. She honestly detailed his two orgasms, and only stretched a little on the timing this time.

By now, Brenda had no doubts. She really did see him as some kind of unstoppable sexual superman.

It was all she could no not to blatantly masturbate herself to a big climax while she heard Suzanne go on and on about titfucking him while sucking on his cockhead too. She wanted to do that for Alan so badly that it almost hurt like a physical pain. She was careful not to make any vows to herself while she was in such a highly aroused state, but she felt deep down that it was just a matter of time before she tried his cock out for herself.

If he was willing, that is. Incredibly, she worried for pretty much the first time in her life that she might not be tempting and sexy enough for a man.

The women would have enjoyed talking and ostensibly playing cards even longer, but they had to stop because Ron was expected home from his office going-away party. None of them, not even Susan, wanted to be seen in such sexy garb by Ron.

Brenda said that she'd had a great time, despite the weird sexual revelations, and promised once again to keep secret the details they'd shared with her. She said that she looked forward eagerly to their next get-together, and that she'd enjoyed this card game even more than the last one.

That was an understatement. She'd been completely blown away. She figured she'd need a week until the next card game just to recover from this one.

As Brenda made her way to the front door and started to say her last goodbyes, Suzanne decided to see just how far she could push her submissive nature.

She said, "Thank you for putting up with all the wildness and weirdness around here, and for promising to keep everything absolutely secret. Thanks also for being understanding about Alan's rather special condition. It was wonderful that you dressed up in such a sexy outfit. I'm sure he appreciated it."

Brenda thought about Alan's ogling, and couldn't hide her pleasure. "It was nothing," she said with a big smile. "I enjoyed it."

Suzanne replied, "Would it be too much to ask you to dress like that next time? Or even a little sexier?"

Susan added, "Tiger, uh, I mean Alan, has big needs. Sexual needs. The more visual stimulation he receives, the better."

Suzanne was ready to say more, to seemingly dismiss Brenda's concern that they wanted Brenda to help Alan with his orgasms. But first she waited to see if that was even necessary.

Happily, Brenda forgot all about her concern that they wanted to take advantage of her in some way. In fact, at this point she rather wanted Alan to take advantage of her. She said, "No problem. It would be my pleasure. I'll even dress a little more... risqué... if that's what he wants. Er, I mean, if that's what you think is best, for his needs."

"It is," Suzanne said with her usual confidence. "Susan's husband Ron will be long gone back to Asia by next week, so feel free to go all out and wear something really sexy." Seeing that Brenda was willing, she reinforced the "playing hard to get" idea. "Like I said, we don't want you to directly help Alan, he doesn't want that, and you don't want that either. But there's no harm with some extra visual stimulation, right?"

Brenda nodded. She already knew that she'd be counting the days. She was very disappointed by Suzanne's words about not being able to directly help him, but she figured that if she kept at it, that might come later. She relished the challenge.

Suzanne added, "And by the way, definitely make sure to wear high heels. It's practically a required dress code around here." She pointed to all the women's heel-clad feet.

Brenda nodded again. For some reason, the idea of wearing high heels for Alan turned her on to a great degree. In all the erotic fantasies she'd had, she'd always been wearing very high heels.

She found herself fantasizing about what she'd wear the next time she visited. She quickly flashed through a variety of dresses and gowns, each one more revealing than the last.

She stared off into space as she settled on a scandalously-revealing purple dress. She imagined herself sitting on the floor in the Plummer living room in a provocative pose, with Alan standing above her. She gave him her best sultry stare, saying to him in a sexy voice, "So... you think you're hot stuff, do you? Are you the man I've been looking for? Are you man enough to know what to do with... this?"

She imagined running a hand over her body, blatantly offering herself to him. As she did so, she deliberately let a nipple slip free. Her voice grew even huskier. "If you want it, come and get it! Show me what you can do with that big cock of yours! Are you going to make me take it in my mouth? Because I think you should! Maybe you should just fuck my face right here in front of everyone! Or maybe you should cut to the chase and fuck my needy cunt! I need it so bad!"

Brenda had such a blissful, lusty expression on her face that Suzanne couldn't help but ask, "Penny for your thoughts?"

Brenda snapped out of her reverie. "Uh, what? Oh, nothing! I'm just, uh... thinking about what a nice time I had tonight. I really should be going though."

Suzanne smirked knowingly. She found it amusing how obvious Brenda's lusty feelings were.

Brenda quickly left the Plummer house and headed home.

Her panties were still soaking wet. Once she got in her car, she was relieved to take her panties all the way off. Aaaah! That's better! Maybe next week I just won't wear panties at all!

Brenda's attitude about Alan had dramatically changed, to say the least. Later, back at home and masturbating in her bed, she relived everything that had happened, especially his private conversation with her. Thinking about it gave her goose bumps.

Then she imagined Susan jacking off and licking a huge erection. She was extremely intrigued by this incestuous contact. Soon, Susan morphed into Brenda in her fantasy. Then she imagined herself and Susan sharing Alan with their busy tongues working on him as a team. She fingered herself to a very satisfying climax to this thrilling vision.

Afterwards, the post-orgasmic blues hit her really hard. She worried that Alan didn't want her. But she worried even more that he would want her. Letting her deeply buried submissive feelings run free in the real world was an extremely frightening prospect. She wasn't sure if that's what she truly wanted.

Suzanne left right after Brenda did, due to wanting to be gone before Ron came home. She figured there would be plenty of time to discuss and process what had happened tomorrow.

— — —

Later that evening, Susan came to Alan's room, ostensibly to give him another goodnight kiss. Unable to trust herself, especially since Ron was home and lying in bed just down the hall, she entered his room while still completely dressed.

He was still awake, though sleepy, and reading a book.

She said, "Tiger, I know I've been giving you mixed signals. I'm very confused myself. Today has been incredibly frustrating for me! I wanted to help you do your thing so very, very much, but then Brenda showed up and kind of ruined everything, and now your father is here. I mean, he's just down the hall! Right now!"

Alan nodded. He was frustrated too, but he understood. Besides, he was sexually satiated from another really great day.

She told him, "Just wait until your father leaves and then we'll sort this all out, okay? We can have a good talk then. But right now it's just too dangerous."

"Okay. Believe me, I've been counting the days until he's gone."

She added on a brighter note, "And tomorrow? Who knows? Suzanne is in the doghouse with me, as you heard. So I just might be **** to help you out directly, especially if he isn't home. In fact, I might have to help you out quite a bit."

"That would be great, Mom! I know I keep saying this, but you really are the best mom ever."

"And you're the best son." She leaned in and kissed Alan even as he was saying this.

Then they kissed each other repeatedly on the cheeks and nose, just as they had earlier. But that was all; their mouths never touched.

She got up, blew him another kiss from the door, and left.