Hard to Handle: Part 4

CHAPTER 10

Ron didn't go upstairs immediately when he returned home, so Susan was able to make herself calm down and look normal. Then she quickly cooked up some sweet potato, squash and black bean enchiladas. All four Plummers sat down to what appeared to be a completely ordinary dinner for them.

But appearances were deceiving. In fact, the air was unusually thick with intrigue and lust. Because Susan's oral work had been unexpectedly interrupted, both she and Alan felt like they had unfinished business. All Susan could think about was her son's erection, and how much she'd been enjoying licking and sucking it until Ron came home. And all Alan could think about was his mother's centerfold body, talented mouth, and sexy ways. Unless, of course, he was thinking about Katherine, Suzanne, Amy, Glory, Heather, Brenda, or the like. Not surprisingly, Brenda was on his mind a lot.

Both mother and son went out of their way to appear normal, but this in itself would have been a big clue for anyone who knew them well. They were trying too hard.

Ron was oblivious. Luckily, he carried the conversation along for them all, allowing Alan and Susan to just stare at him and nod for most of the meal.

Katherine, however, suspected something. She was very curious about the subtle vibes she was picking up between mother and son. Susan had hinted to her before dinner that there had been some kind of blow-up and Alan was in the "doghouse," but she hadn't learned any details. She had no idea where things stood between them now, especially since Susan didn't act mad at him, and the subtle sexual tension suggested that Susan was the opposite of upset with him. But there was nothing she could do at the moment to find out.

Ron's office colleagues were having a goodbye party for him that evening. Susan was supposed to go, but she claimed to have a stomach ache. Luckily, she was too nervous and excited to eat much at dinner, which gave some credence to her excuse.

The other three breathed a sigh of relief when Ron finally left for his party shortly after dinner. Maintaining a front of "normality" had become very stressful for them all. Susan could barely wait to get her son's boner back in her mouth. Unfortunately for her, there was no time for that. She needed to get dressed and get things ready for Brenda, who was due to arrive soon.

Katherine was still largely oblivious about the evening's plans. She knew that Brenda was coming over for the card game, and she had been invited to take part. Also, she'd heard some about how Brenda had learned the **** secret and that there was a plan for Alan to seduce her. But she didn't know any of the details yet.

Alan was able to dress very quickly, as men often do. So then it was left up to him to explain the rest of the plan to Katherine. He did so in her bedroom so she could select and change into a fancy yet highly revealing outfit while he was talking.

Alan had a lot to explain, and he was still at it when the doorbell rang indicating that Brenda had arrived. Suzanne had shown up a couple of minutes earlier, all dressed up and ready to go, so she let Brenda in while Susan and Katherine finished dressing up. That also gave Alan a little bit of time to at least mention the few important things he hadn't explained to Katherine yet.

He finished by asking her, "So, are you fully on board with our plan?"

"But of course! If it weren't for the **** secret danger aspect, I'd be uppity about it. Majorly, majorly uppity. Even now, I'm not exactly keen, since she's just too damn busty! But protecting the family comes first. So you can count on me."

"Phew! Thanks. You're the best!"

She stopped what she was doing and pointed a finger at his chest. "I am, and don't you forget it. And YOU, Brother, you're a lucky, lucky dog. So damn lucky!"

"I know. You're not the first person to call me that lately. But hey, no time to talk. I'm gonna go down there and socialize."

"Okay. Knock her dead!"

Alan nearly stopped and stumbled halfway down the stairs when he got a good look at what Brenda was wearing. Luckily, he caught himself and remembered his aloof attitude.

Brenda was wearing a dress that would have looked nice enough on almost anyone else, but on her it was so provocative that it could start a riot. She considered this the first salvo in her campaign to get Alan to truly notice her and lust after her. She'd felt obliged to wear a coat over her outfit to cut down on the stares as she drove over to the Plummer house, particularly if she were to be involved in an accident or be stopped by a cop. But she took her coat off as soon as she arrived, leaving it in her car before approaching the Plummer's front door.

She was wearing a dark blue, sleeveless dress that came high up her neck, covering her torso except for a heart-shaped hole that exposed her cavernous cleavage. The really remarkable aspect was how skin-tight the dress was above the waist. Her protruding nipples could be seen so clearly that it was as if she wore nothing over them at all. They would have been noticeable even if her nipples weren't erect, but her anticipation to meet Alan meant they were very erect even before she walked in the door.

She wore a special bra designed to go with the dress. It was hard to see the bra straps, but one could if one looked carefully. She considered a bra essential, due to her support issues.

However, Brenda wanted Alan to know that she was more than just her boobs. She felt that she had a very nice bubble butt and nice legs, but they didn't get noticed much due to her cracking chest. So she'd picked a dress that was skin-tight down to her belt line, but then widened into an extremely short miniskirt. Her pussy and ass were only a couple of inches from starting to be exposed if she was standing still.

Suzanne had been talking to Brenda, but when Alan showed up, she found an excuse to go upstairs to tell Susan and Katherine about Brenda's daring outfit. She hoped to encourage them into wearing something even more daring in response. She also had plenty of her own clothes stored in Susan's room, and she decided to change into something that would blow Brenda's outfit away.

That left him with the task of keeping Brenda entertained while Susan, Katherine, and Suzanne had to dress up all over again.

Alan and Brenda made small talk. On the surface, it was pleasant enough. Alan was a little bit nervous, but he didn't feel outright intimidated, even though he was thrust into a one-on-one conversation with her unexpectedly soon. Supposedly he didn't know much about her yet, so it was easy enough for him to ask her basic questions about herself.

Since she was doing most of the talking, he was able to get into the mindset Suzanne had suggested for him. The most immediately obvious aspect of that was that he engaged in idle chatter with her as if she were perfectly ordinary looking. He couldn't help but glance at her ample chest from time to time, but compared to other men, his near non-stop focus on her face was practically insulting.

Brenda could see by an occasional glance at his shorts that he wasn't even getting aroused. He certainly would have, had he actually taken the time to truly look her body over. But by concentrating on her face and her words, there wasn't much visual stimulation to inspire him, so it wasn't that hard for him to keep willing his penis to stay flaccid.

Brenda was used to seeing erections sprout up like mushrooms after a rain wherever she went. It was almost comical when she strolled through a public place like a shopping center, to see so many men visibly double over or clutch at their groins as she went by. The few times Brenda hadn't gotten a reaction from a man, she'd assumed that he was gay. But she knew for a fact that Alan was a very horny heterosexual.

She'd long told herself that she wanted to be treated just like everyone else, and that she particularly detested how men spoke to her nipples instead of to her face. But now it was just the opposite: she wanted him to talk to her boobs! She was highly mindful of Suzanne's story about how he had no particular sexual interest in Brenda since he "didn't know her from Adam." The more she failed to get a reaction from him, the more she longed to change that. She found herself subtly rolling her shoulders and shifting the weight on her hips, causing her big tits to jiggle and sway.

And yet, the more obviously she tried to get him to look down, the more determined Alan was not to. He considered it a battle of wills of sorts. He was determined to win.

Brenda was frustrated beyond belief, so much so that she had trouble carrying the simple conversation. Already, she'd never wanted a man to want her more than she wanted Alan right now.

Brenda had been feeling awkward about wearing such a revealing outfit, but she felt much better after Susan and Katherine came downstairs too and she saw what they were wearing. Knowing that Ron wouldn't be home until late, warned of Brenda's sexy dress, and wanting to create a sexy atmosphere to help with Brenda's seduction, they'd dressed to the nines.

And then there was Suzanne, who certainly wasn't shy about looking and acting sexily. She also had the least to fear if Ron came home early, and she was determined not to be outdone by Brenda.

Everyone else's jaws dropped in near comic-book style when she walked down the stairs last. They saw that Suzanne wasn't so much wearing a dress as she had on a long, toga-like piece of cloth draped loosely about her form. It had been carefully taped at several strategic spots, or else her nipples and pussy would have been flashing them repeatedly as she walked. In deference to Brenda, she was also wearing a thong, thereby making it clear that at least certain sensitive areas were covered.

Brenda was amazed when she saw a big bulge rise in Alan's shorts within seconds of Suzanne's arrival. Her relief that the others were wearing very sexy outfits quickly turned into distress, if not even a kind of silent rage. She felt like she'd been completely outclassed. If she could have immediately dressed in a still far more revealing outfit she would have, but she had no such outfit to change into.

What she didn't know was that Alan had been deliberately forcing his penis stay flaccid with Brenda. Then, when the others showed up, he willed himself to get erect. Furthermore, he'd chosen to wear tight yet giving slacks and no underwear, so when he did get an erection, it couldn't have been any more obvious.

Her frustration grew because she'd been told by Susan that Alan's penis was ten inches long and unusually thick. She had figured that had to be an exaggeration, and it was, since the length was really just under eight inches. However, the bulge in his slacks was so substantial that now she found Susan's description completely believable. That suggested to her that all the other wild claims about how sexually impressive were most likely accurate as well.

Brenda was beside herself. She didn't know what to do. Despite all of the impressive things she'd heard from Susan and Suzanne about Alan in recent days, she'd fully expected that he'd be eating out of her hand before long, fawning over her and bringing her drinks in an attempt to impress her. She'd figured that such an outrageously sexy outfit as she was wearing simply couldn't miss.

Instead, he seemed to only have eyes for the three others.

Brenda had to fight not to blow her top. She was practically fuming, and it showed on her face. The fact that she couldn't say anything about it just frustrated her even more.

Alan could guess when she was so frustrated, and he was secretly pleased. He couldn't resist innocently asking her, "Is something wrong?"

Brenda **** herself to fake a smile. "No, nothing."

"Clearly, there's something. I can read it on your face. Don't tell me you have a prudish disapproval of the other dresses."

She'd considered using that as an excuse, but now she couldn't. "No. I'd be the pot calling the kettle black. I guess I'm just not used to being, well, outshone by others."

He simply nodded in understanding. "There's a lot of that around here."

That pissed her off even more, because he all but confirmed that she was being outdone. But she kept her mouth shut.

Luckily, the card game got going quickly, and that diverted her attention for a while. They decided to play poker for starters, since Katherine didn't know the rules to many other games. They sat around the dining table in the dining room, since that was the logical place.

Alan announced that he wasn't interested in joining the game since he had some homework to do. But he also said that he'd stick around for a while to be sociable to their new guest.

His homework comment secretly frustrated Brenda even more. Here I am, acting like a groupie trying to impress a movie star. But he's just a kid! He's got homework to do because he's still in fucking HIGH SCHOOL! I've got to get a grip. I should just forget all about him and enjoy the evening.

But she couldn't forget him. The hype from Susan and Suzanne had her so intrigued that she had trouble just staying cool and collected.

Things proceeded according to Suzanne's plan. Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine asked Brenda lots of basic questions about herself, especially Katherine, since she knew the least about her. This was key, so Alan could have some material to plausibly work from when he hit Brenda with his seemingly amazing "insights" about her later.

Alan was great at playing aloof and hard to get. He was polite and interested in Brenda, but generally stayed quiet and enigmatic, as if he was always busy thinking. And he continued to only look at her face, even while he happily ogled the dramatic cleavage the others were showing.

Everyone knew that Brenda knew the **** secret, but there was kind of an unspoken understanding not to mention anything about that whatsoever. In fact, there was no sexual talk at all so far, despite the outrageously sexy outfits all the women were wearing.

Brenda felt like she was going crazy. She was frustrated beyond belief at how the evening was going. It seemed like her attempt to get Alan to change his mind about her was a complete flop.

By and by, Suzanne decided that the conversation about Brenda had gone on long enough. She didn't want Brenda to reveal too much about herself just yet, because that could blunt the impressive "insights" Alan was supposed to make later. As a result, she made an excuse to go to the kitchen to prepare some snacks with Katherine and Susan.

It was time for Alan to have his one-on-one talk with Brenda. This was the focus of Suzanne's recent training and advice. Alan started to feel a bit anxious, but then he remembered to pretend he was just an actor in a play. He also told himself that Suzanne had put him in a situation where he truly couldn't fail. That really helped.

Before Suzanne left to the kitchen, she said, "This may take a while because we didn't have any time to prepare things in advance. Sweetie, I want you to take Brenda to the living room so she won't see how us elves work behind the scenes. Keep her entertained with lively conversation, you hear?"

He nodded.

CHAPTER 11

Brenda and Alan moved to the living room. Brenda took a seat on one of the sofas, causing Alan to sit on another sofa across from her. But almost immediately she stood up, saying she wanted to stretch her legs a little bit. She insisted that he remain sitting.

She figured she was being clever, because if he was looking up at her, he wouldn't be able to avoid looking at her body. In particular, it would be hard from him to even look at her face over her massive twin peaks.

Indeed, he did have a harder time that way. He quickly decided the only effective countermeasure was to stand up too, so he did. He gave the same excuse about wanting to stretch his legs, so she couldn't object. Although he was trying to act sexually uninterested, he already had willed his penis to get and stay erect. He wanted to give the impression that while he wasn't particularly attracted to Brenda, his penis was nearly always engorged anyway.

So when he stood back up, she nearly gasped out loud to see the lewd tenting in his slacks. She was definitely impressed, but tried hard not to show it.

He knew he didn't have a lot of time to banter about, since the "making snacks in the kitchen" excuse could only hold up for so long. So he started out by saying, "Thanks for sharing a lot about yourself, Brenda. That was interesting. I sense your marriage has not gone well."

Brenda bristled that he'd brought up such a sensitive topic right off the bat. "No shit! Sorry, but that's a touchy subject. You're hardly Sherlock Holmes though, since it's common knowledge that I'm in the middle of getting a divorce."

He said, "I'm not surprised. But it goes much deeper than that. I think you married your husband for his money."

She put a hand on her hip and gave him a sassy, pissed-off look.

But before she could tell him off, he continued, "I know, I know, that's probably evident from your wealth. It's an old story of rich guy marrying beautiful gal. But it goes deeper than that. You were very wealthy already, weren't you?"

That surprised her, since most people took her for a gold digger. "How do you know that?"

"One can just tell. People who are born into money behave differently. Not better or worse, mind you, just differently. But I suspect you were never satisfied with your husband in any case. Some people can marry for money and find satisfaction, but you didn't. Not just emotional satisfaction, but sexual satisfaction."

"What, so now you're trying to make a move on me?!" Ironically, that was what she wanted, but old habits are hard to break, and she was used to being indignant at grabby or pushy men. She couldn't resist taking another quick peek at the outrageous bulge in his slacks.

He held his hands up defensively. "Hardly! Can't you see I'm well taken care of here without you? VERY well taken care of. But it's obvious to me that you're not happy sexually, and that make me sad in a way. A woman with looks like yours should be overwhelmed by intense pleasure, repeatedly. Maybe you should talk to Suzanne. She's some kind of genius when it comes to this kind of thing. I'm sure she'd be able to help you."

"By sending me to you?"

Actually, that was what he was expecting would happen before long, if Suzanne was right. But he pretended otherwise. "No way! You know that she's one of the women who help me with my special problem. Why on Earth would she want to share me with someone new?"

"I don't know," Brenda admitted uncertainly. She glared at him suspiciously. "But then again, everything about this place is weird." She glanced again at his bulge without meaning to. She hoped he hadn't noticed (although he had), and that he wouldn't see how erect her nipples were. (He'd glimpsed that too.)

So far, the evening had been outwardly normal, like most any other card game. But the unspoken elephant in the room was the **** secret, plus all the other things she had learned about sex in the Plummer household.

He responded, "Not weird. The word you want is 'liberated'. We're having a hell of a fun time here. It's not just about sexual pleasure; that's just one aspect. The intimacy is so much more! It liberates the soul. It deepens emotional bonds. It shakes you up, letting you see things in a new light. You don't just need a divorce; you need a complete renewal. I can tell."

She was irritated at his presumption to advise her. "And how can you tell, Mister Peabody?"

He grinned, appreciating the obscure, sarcastic reference to the genius dog from the old Rocky and Bullwinkle Show. "Okay, Sherman, so I'm too young to have gone through all that myself."

She couldn't help but briefly grin back at his "Sherman" reference, showing he understood her Mister Peabody reference.

He continued, "But I do seem to have a way with women." He leaned forward and stared intently. "I can see a lot from just looking in your eyes. For instance, you think you're a real take-charge power woman, and in some ways you are. But you also have a sexual hunger that's not being fulfilled. That's because you go for the wrong kind of men. I think you're afraid of going for what you really want."

She was starting to get scared, because she knew she was afraid of going for what she really wanted in her sex life. But she put up a blustery front. "And what's that, Mr. Know It All?"

He airily suggested, "You need a strong man, a man who won't take no for an answer."

He was taking a risk in running with Suzanne's insights into Brenda's submissive nature in such a bold manner. But he was well into his "actor in a play" role-play mode now. He figured that if he really was the cocky and confident guy the hype said he was, he wouldn't be afraid to say something like that.

She asked snidely, "And I suppose you're that kind of man?"

He worried he was going too far. However, he saw a burst of lust flame up in her eyes. So, despite her caustic tone, he felt encouraged to pursue this risky approach. "I would be, if it weren't for the fact that I'm not interested in you. Sure, to be frank, you're beautiful eye candy, but nothing more for me. I'm very involved with women I'm deeply in love with, who are at least as beautiful as you, if not more so. Most of them I've known all my life. Harsh, I know, but I need to disabuse you of this idea that I'm coming on to you. That way, we can talk freely, as friends."

She was stunned by his blunt words. She just stared at him wide-eyed, not knowing what to say to that. She was totally unused to anyone not wanting her sexually. Normally, she would scoff at any straight man making that claim, but, given Alan's other stunning lovers, it seemed possible. Furthermore, her submissive side was her most closely guarded secret. No one had ever implied that she was submissive before, since she worked hard not to give that impression. Even Suzanne in recent days had been careful not to reveal that she'd discovered that about her.

Finally, Brenda asked, "So... Mr. Has All the Answers, what kind of man do I need?"

"May I be frank?"

"As if you aren't already?!"

"Even so, may I?"

She huffed, "Fine! Whatever!" But she was dying to find out what he'd say.

He was still working from Suzanne's inside information, but he was also quite horny now too. Even though he continued to avoid looking at Brenda's voluptuous body, he was aware of the great sexual opportunity he had with her. He had no need to will his penis to stay stiff when he had the idea of fucking her huge, soft tits in the back of his mind.

Thus, when he spoke, his lust was heavily influencing him too. "You need a man who treats your body like he owns it. I can tell that you're bored by men who are keen on flattering you and fawning over you. You want someone who YOU have to flatter and fawn over to keep his interest. Your ideal man, he's not going to ask for sex, or even demand it. He's just gonna unzip his fly, point his stiff, jutting erection at your face, and expect you to service him!"

Alan enjoyed watching Brenda visibly swallow, hearing his words like dangerous thunderclaps. The "deer in the headlights" look in her eyes made her seem deliciously ****.

He went on,"You're a woman of tremendous potential, but you need a man who can not only match you but also let you be the woman you were always meant to be. He'll treat you like a queen most of the time, out of bed, but in bed, he'll be your lord and master!"

Brenda gasped out loud. She'd never imagined he would suggest something so outrageous and lewd. His words seemed to bypass all her defenses and go straight to her heart.

He belatedly worried that he'd gone too far, way too far. He tried to maintain a poker face, but his heart leapt up to his throat. Already, he was thinking about how he could backtrack some and limit the damage.

Luckily, not only was Suzanne right that Brenda was sexually submissive, but Brenda was even more submissive than Suzanne realized. That's why she'd been afraid to ever act on her submissive feelings and she tried to be intimidating, including having public temper tantrums. She was terribly afraid of opening that Pandora's Box and losing all control to her sexual lusts. As a result, his words hit home like an arrow striking a bull's-eye.

He was even luckier than that though with his word choice. He'd used the words "lord and master" inadvertently in a dramatic flourish. That seemed to be his most outrageous mistake.

But in fact, those were the very words that affected her the most. When she heard "lord and master," an electric thrill ran down her spine, straight to her pussy and nipples. She very nearly came on the spot! Even though she'd never acted on it, she'd had many fantasies along that line. If there was one word that aroused her more than any other, it was "master." Her greatest fantasy was to be a sex **** for a powerful master who had a harem of other equally impressive sex slaves.

Her nipples were already erect, but her pussy started to lubricate too. More tellingly, and embarrassingly, her huge tits began heaving up and down, despite her heavy bra support, due to her sudden need to gasp for air. She felt completely naked, both physically and emotionally. She was aware of her heaving breasts, and considered putting her hands on them to still them. But she was suddenly so very aroused that she worried she couldn't trust her hands to simply hold them in place. Her face turned redder and redder as her boobs bounced in an obvious manner with no explanation except for his words.

Her body's obvious physical reaction to his words saved the situation for him. He realized that his overreach wasn't a problem after all. So instead of sheepishly backtracking, he felt even more emboldened. He didn't say more just yet; instead he just stared into her eyes from a close distance, as if he was trying to win a battle of wills.

That made her feel that he was daring her to admit her true nature. Perhaps he was even challenging her to submit completely to him right there, at that moment. Her already strong desire for him shot through the roof. Her fear more than doubled too.

In fact, he didn't have any specific intentions. He was merely aggressively maintaining his "cocky, confident, yet aloof" pose. He sensed he'd struck a chord, but he didn't even begin to realize just what an enormous effect his words had had on her.

For Brenda, this was a pivotal moment, possibly a life-changing moment. She had strongly desired Alan already, due to what Susan and Suzanne had said about him in recent days. However, she had been highly doubtful that he really was "all that." This card game was an excuse for her to test him and see if he was for real.

Due to this conversation she was having with him, she thought, You know what? I've just realized that Alan is everything that Susan and Suzanne have claimed, and maybe even more! And with his "lord and master" comment... Oh God! My desire for him has doubled, and then doubled again! I don't just want any good man, I want THIS man! I want Alan! Nobody else will do!

And some of his other words shook her to her core. Until a couple of days ago, she had been convinced that any woman who claimed she enjoyed giving a blowjob was lying. Talking to Susan and Suzanne had started to shake that. But then Alan had said to her, "He's not going to ask for sex, or even demand it. He's just gonna unzip his fly, point his stiff, jutting dick at your face, and expect you to service it." After she'd heard that, had he pointed to his crotch, she very well might have dropped to her knees and started sucking right then and there, even knowing the other three women were nearby.

She saw the way that his gaze had dropped to her chest, so she finally placed an arm under her massive breasts, lifting them and thrusting them out directly at him. She intended it to be a safe way to stop their heaving, but the way it worked out, it was as if she was offering herself up for his inspection and approval.

She suddenly found herself afraid to be in the same room as him. She felt a curious, powerful urge to take her clothes off, and especially to show him her bare breasts. But she decided that she had **** but to steel her willpower and brave it out.

It seemed that he'd finally noticed her incredible body and revealed his lust for her. She should have been happy about that, but instead she felt afraid. It was all too much, too exciting. She no longer thought of him as an eighteen year old high schooler who hadn't accomplished anything significant in his life yet. Instead, he was "lord and master" - the master of Susan, the master of Suzanne, and the master of many more amazing beauties.

She felt panicky. Dear God! Alan... He, he... He's just... I'm not worthy! She had to turn her head because she couldn't handle his intense gaze.

The silence between them grew. She felt like she had to say something to break the awkwardness, but she didn't know what. Finally, she asked, "Is that... is that how you treat the women who help you, like Susan and Suzanne?"

He shrugged. "I try. It depends on them. I give them what they want and need."

She thought, My God! He's modest about it, but he DOES treat them like that! Lucky sluts! No wonder they can't stop raving about him! If he gives me what I want and need, then he's going to give me his cock! Right down my throat! Dear God!

He just kept staring at her ample rack. That went directly against Suzanne's advice to play hard to get. In fact, if there was one thing Suzanne had repeatedly emphasized, it was to avoid looking at Brenda's breasts. But he trusted his own instincts too, and he sensed that the situation had significantly shifted somehow. He didn't understand how exactly, but he was getting immediate feedback in the form of Brenda's arousal. He could tell that the more blatantly he stared at her tits, the more trouble she had just breathing.

The silence grew again until it became unbearable for Brenda. She finally asked, almost fearfully, "And... and... what about my breasts?"

He didn't understand the question. "What about them?"

She was completely flustered and wide-eyed. "What would you... I mean, what would this man, this ideal man you say I need... what would he do to them?"

He gave her ample chest a long look. Her tits were continuing to heave up and down somewhat, even with her arm underneath them, because she was that excited. "The thing is, everybody thinks you're just a walking pair of boobs, but he would know that that's not true. He would know you have an incredible body from head to toe, and he'd want to possess every inch of it. Every last inch!"

She gasped. "Every last inch!" Sweet Jesus! He would own me! All of me!

He went on, "True, your tits are a big attraction, and I'm sure he'd caress them like he owns them. He'd have you topless most of the time, if not completely naked altogether. That would make it easy for him to slide his dick between them daily. But he wouldn't stop there. He'd... No." He shook his head.

"What?!" His words excited her so much that she felt dizzy and giddy.

He could see a burning fire in her eyes, and her body somehow held an eager pose. But nonetheless, he figured he should stop while he was still ahead. "Sorry, I'm being too forward. Don't listen to my mad ramblings. You should talk to Suzanne. She'll help you out."

Brenda was crushed. He'd set her whole body aflame with his words and his intense stare, and now she wanted to hear more, much more. "Wait! Don't stop! Sometimes it's good to hear a male perspective. What else would you, I mean, uh, what would he do to the rest of me?"

Encouraged, he got even more blatant. He leaned in close and spoke in a low but passionate voice. "Well, he would FUCK your pussy! And I'm not talking about the tepid 'making love' you've experienced before. I'm talking about getting well and truly fucked, like a beautiful woman such as yourself deserves to be, where you feel so good that you honestly wonder if it's possible to simply die from an overdose of pleasure. He would do that to you daily!"

Brenda looked like she was ready to jump on Alan, she was so wired with desire. Of course he'd fuck the shit out of me! He'd skewer me deep, until I screamed my voice hoarse! It's his right! As lord and master!

She asked with even more eagerness, "What else?! What about my ass? What would he do to my ass?!" She suddenly twisted her body to show off her ass while still looking back into his eyes. She even bent over slightly and put a hand on her ass. The skirt was so short that that showed off a fair amount of bare ass cheek. He could see a bit of her panties wedged between her cheeks as well.

He knew he was playing a dangerous game in letting his lust do the talking, but he could see that it was having a great effect on her. Besides, the way she was showing her ass off short-circuited his restraint. "Of course, he'd know that you have a fantastic ass! He'd love to run his hands all over it, and even kiss it and lick it!"

She was in seventh heaven. "What else?!" She used the hand on her ass to subtly lift her skirt up higher.

He tried to think what else he could say to continue his run. He briefly considered shocking her with the idea of anal sex, but he found it too unappealing to be convincing about it. So instead he said, "Just so he can fully appreciate and fondle your ass, he'd flip you over and fuck you doggy style!"

She gasped. She whispered in awe, "My... my... pussy?"

He started off speaking calmly, but as he carried on he found it harder and harder to restrain himself. "Not your pussy; your cunt! You'd find yourself lying naked on your bed with a telephone pole stuffed up your hot, needy cunt! His thickness would take possession of you. You would strain to take every throbbing inch as he plows deep inside you! Your face would be mushed against the pillows as you whimper and moan and wriggle. Your breasts too. Sweat and cum would pour off you. You'd claw at the sheet and gasp desperately for air. You'd beg for him to stop because you just can't take that much intense pleasure, but you'd also beg him to keep going because you'd find you need that pleasure almost as much as you need air to breathe!"

Brenda knew exactly how that felt, because her breasts were still heaving wildly as she panted for air. Her arm was no longer under them and supporting them. Yes! Yes! It would be exactly like that! I already know it would be the best! Perfection!

He concluded, "I guess your begging would just be incoherent. You'd churn your rear end all over his big cock as you screamed his name!"

Brenda was so horny that she actually did have a small climax right then, due entirely to his words. Her pussy was gushing, soaking her panties. She could easily imagine herself getting thoroughly fucked doggy style by Alan precisely as he'd described.

Suddenly she had to hide her ass from him, for fear that he'd notice her orgasmic trembling. So she turned her body back towards him. But she had to turn her head away immediately after that, because just looking into his eyes had become too arousing for her to take.

Once she broke eye contact, Alan sensed that he really was going too far this time. He came to his senses somewhat and tried to downplay what had just happened. He said, "Sorry if I got a little carried away with my description, but I'm just trying to convey that what you're lacking is passionate sex like that."

"That's quite all right," she replied, now fully facing him again, but with her head shyly bowed down. She was feeling flush, and hoped it didn't show in her face. (It did.)

He continued calmly, "It's too bad I'm already taken several times over, because I could be that man for you. You might be worthy of me. It's possible. But don't worry. There are other men like that out there; you just need to find one. Like I said earlier, we've been going through a sexual liberation here lately, mostly thanks to Suzanne. You really should talk to her. She'll help you find the sexual satisfaction you need to make your life complete."

He thought, "You might be worthy of me. It's possible." Jesus! What chutzpah! Did I really say that?! About HER?! How embarrassing. I'm taking this whole cocky attitude thing way too far!

Brenda looked back in Alan's general direction, but she was afraid to make eye contact again. "You might be worthy of me. It's possible." Did he really say that?! Oh God! Dear God! There's HOPE!

She felt wrung out, like she'd just had the intense kind of sex he was talking about. This situation was far too exciting for her. She decided she had to **** herself to behave in a calm and normal manner, lest he see just how much he'd gotten to her. She nodded. "That's a good idea. I'll do that. Thanks." Oh God! There's hope!

He was still looking her body over in a blatant manner. He'd been focusing on her enormous tits, still heaving wildly, but now his gaze went lower. Suddenly, it was his turn to gasp with surprise.

That gasp worried Brenda greatly. She looked down her body to see what might have caused it. But her breasts were so very large she had trouble looking down past them.

However, she suddenly felt what he had to have seen: she could feel trickles of cum rolling down her inner thighs. That wouldn't have been so bad, except that she was painfully aware that her dress covered her crotch like a miniskirt, and a short one at that. Clearly, he must have seen the trickles of cum sliding down her skin!

Oh no! I'm ruined! No! What is he going to think of me?!

She had to escape, and right away. She quickly started to walk away, towards where she knew the downstairs bathroom was. "If you'll excuse me, I have to go powder my nose."

He smiled. "Sure. It's been nice talking to you. I hope I didn't offend you."

"No! No problem! Uh, bye!" She fled the rest of the way to the bathroom, practically running there.

CHAPTER 12

Once Brenda had the door safely closed behind her, she breathed a huge sigh of relief. But she was far from relaxed. She quickly pulled her miniskirt up and her panties down. Then she sank two fingers deep into her slit. Aaaaaah!

She clenched her teeth with all her might as a great orgasm ripped through her. It lasted so long that she had plenty of time to maul and knead at her big boobs through her dress and bra, while also steadily pumping her fingers in and out of her needy gash. "Lord and Master!" Master Alan! Take me! Take me and use me! Make me one of your sluts! Oh God! Fuck me in every hole! Hot! Too hot!

It was the greatest orgasm she'd had in years, if not ever. It took all her willpower not to scream her head off, and having to hold back vocally somehow only aroused her even more.

When it was all over, she slowly slid her ass down the door until it reached the floor. She kept her eyes closed and struggled hard not to cry. It wasn't that she was overjoyed, and it wasn't because she was sad - she was simply emotionally overcome.

Alan was more than a little emotionally staggered by what had just happened too. His boner twitched wildly in his slacks, like it was straining to burst free. But he deliberately ignored it, and after a minute or two it went back to "merely" being stiffly erect.

Meanwhile, he tried to make sense of what had just happened. Whoa! Where did THAT come from? It was like another me just came out of nowhere and kind of took over. The same sort of thing happened when I had sex with Heather yesterday. I hope I didn't freak Brenda out too much, or make my lust too obvious.

Well, I probably did both, and it's too late to take that back. I mean, how much more obvious could I get?! I kept talking about what "he" would do, but we both knew I was talking about me and her. And damn if that doesn't make me horny, thinking about taking her like that!

I know what it is. I have this HUGE lust for all the women I love, like Mom, Aunt Suzy, Sis, and even Aims. But I love them so much that I'm afraid I'll upset them. So sometimes I act kind of timid around them. I'm afraid to boss them around, even if that's what they want. But when I have a chance to turn my lust on someone else, like Heather or Brenda, all that bottled-up aggressiveness suddenly comes out. Man, I just dumped this BLAST of overwhelming lust on her!

I hope I didn't freak her out too much. Oh, man! I must have totally overdone it. Damn!

It took Alan another minute or two to regain his wits and calm his breathing enough so he could talk in a reasonable manner. He immediately headed to the kitchen.

Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine were quietly whispering amongst themselves. There was an electric charge in the air. Clearly, they knew something was up.

When Suzanne saw Alan come near, she eagerly whispered to him, "Well?"

He spoke in a low voice to make sure there was no way Brenda could hear from the bathroom down the hall from the kitchen. "That was... interesting! To say the least! Aunt Suzy, I think we went off script. Waaaay off script!"

She was practically ready to shake him, to shake more of an explanation out. "Don't be so cryptic! Give us more!"

"Well... I think that was a big success."

The three women turned to each other and started high-fiving. But they were quiet and careful high-fives. Clearly, had they not been worried about Brenda overhearing, they would have been whooping and hollering.

Susan and Katherine may have had reservations about the whole plan to seduce Brenda, but those reservations were totally forgotten, at least for now. Together with Suzanne, they were rooting for Alan all the way.

Alan was rushed, because he didn't know how long Brenda would stay in the bathroom, but he took a couple of minutes to briefly explain the highlights of what had happened. He talked about how he got carried away with the boldness of his sexual suggestions, and how Brenda had unexpectedly reacted, down to the cum he saw dripping down her inner thighs. He mentioned a few "mistakes," such as how he blatantly stared at Brenda's boobs and how he'd gotten so carried away that he'd even mentioned fucking her doggy style.

Suzanne whispered in response, "Curious. Interesting! That's okay though. Go with your gut. Stare all you want. I think things have changed, and that's good."

"Really? Cool!" He concluded by speculating that Brenda probably went to the bathroom to masturbate.

To his surprise, Susan whispered, "We know. She did!"

He asked, "How do you know?!"

"We didn't dare peek our heads in, but we were quiet as mice, listening for clues. We couldn't make out words, but we could hear the general tone. We actually heard the growing lust, somehow! Then, when Brenda went to the bathroom, she did a damn good job keeping quiet, but not quiet enough! We could hear the occasional squeak or grunt or moan!"

Katherine nodded. "Congrats, Bro! She had a super big orgasm, for sure!"

He was surprised. "Wow. So you knew all that already. Wow! But... what now?! What do I do for an encore? I think I got lucky. Anything else will be a come-down compared to that."

Suzanne said, "That's probably true. But remember that it's better to be lucky than good. Although in your case, stud, you're lucky AND good! I say we act like nothing's happened and go back to playing cards. Sweetie, you go upstairs and just chill out. Let this big boy have a much-deserved rest."

She fondly patted his still very stiff erection. "Do your homework. We'll play it by ear, and if we think your presence will help, we'll call you down. Okay?"

"Okay. But 'do my homework?!' No way! How can I ever go back to doing normal things, after something like that?!"

Susan pushed him away, as if pushing him up the stairs already. "Try. And go now! Before she gets out of the bathroom!"

So he went upstairs.

It was a strange comedown to be alone in his room after all that excitement. But he appreciated the chance to chill out for a while. He lay on his bed and closed his eyes. He was still too wired to go to sleep right away, but his body was able to get some rest just from lying there.

Brenda took a while longer in the bathroom, first to recover physically from her intense orgasm, and then to try and make herself presentable. Feeling slightly ****, she raided the bathroom cabinets for a hairbrush to fix her bedraggled appearance, since her skin-tight dress didn't have pockets and her purse was near the front door.

She had a problem with her panties. She tended to get wet very easily, sometimes very, very wet. So she normally carried extra panties in her purse, in her car, and so on. She didn't have an extra pair to change into now. She was so sopping wet that she wasn't sure if it would be worse to keep them on or go without. She decided to keep them on, and washed the front of them in the sink so at least they wouldn't reek of sexual arousal.

Eventually, she managed to look more or less normal. The only lingering sign of her orgasm was her flushed face, but she couldn't take the time needed to wait for that to go away. She gathered up her courage and went out to interact with the others.

She was relieved that Alan had gone upstairs. She worried that she'd babble and blush and generally make an embarrassing spectacle of herself if she had to see or talk to him now. She was further relieved that the other three acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. They didn't even ask why she'd taken such an inordinately long time in the bathroom.

Instead, they pretended to be chomping at the bit to resume the poker game, so that's what happened.

That was a further relief to Brenda, because playing cards allowed her to focus on something else so she didn't have to wonder so much about what the heck had just happened between her and Alan.

As usual during their card play, there was a lively discussion going on at the same time.

Brenda had a chance to reconsider what had happened, now that she'd calmed down. Phew! That was scary. Why did I let Alan get to me like that? He's not so great. Sure, he IS a real man. A total stud! There's no doubt about that. But he's still in high school. He's a nobody. I'm filthy rich and gorgeous. I've met all kinds of famous people over the years. Movers and shakers! I must be insane, thinking about having sex with Susan's son!

I've got to get my act together. True, I've long fantasized about being dominated by a man like him, but those are just fantasies. I can never let that cross over into my real life. I would be ruined! Where would it lead? If I open that door, there's no telling how far I'd fall into total depravity. Alan is dangerous! I need to stay clear of him!

Besides, he's taken, several times over. And he's not even that interested in me. Although he did say "You might be worthy of me. It's possible." SHUSH! Shit, you can't even think about that! Stop! Just stop!

But curiosity got the best of her. Once the game was proceeding nicely, she felt like she had her "foolish" feelings under control, so there was no danger in simply learning a bit more about him. When there was a lull in the discussion, she asked, "Excuse me, but could I ask something rather... personal?"

Suzanne vaguely replied, "Please do."

"I know it's not my place to ask, but I can't help myself. How do... how do things work around here? With Alan, I mean?"

Speaking for the group, Suzanne said, "I don't understand what you mean."

"Well, I know that he gets a certain amount of, uh, special help from you to deal with his, uh, unusual problem... with his, uh... penis..."

"Yes?" Susan encouraged.

"And, uh, I thought I'd have to put up with a certain amount of wildness here. For instance, you mentioned visual stimulation. Even Katherine takes part in that, am I right?"

Katherine nodded proudly. "That's right. As much as Mom lets me." She shot a pouty look at her mother.

Brenda stumbled onward, "And, uh, um... I was told that it could happen that he'd get erect and one of you would have to take him to another room, and uh, er... kind of... take care of him."

Susan said, "Yes, that's generally how it works. What's the question?"

"It's just that, none of that has happened. Even though, well, if I can be perfectly frank..."

"Please!" Suzanne encouraged.

"The thing is... I couldn't help but notice that he's been erect pretty much since I got here. Isn't that a problem for him?!"

Suzanne fielded that. "You're right. That IS a problem. But, and let me be frank too, we've kind of tried to avoid that sort of thing tonight, since you're here. I mean, you must think we're weird enough already without Susan or I popping off to take care of him every now and then."

Brenda said, carefully, "That is very bizarre, true. But I don't want him to suffer on my account. I already told you that I don't want to judge, and I'm not going to tell a soul about what happens here. If these card games become a weekly tradition - and I'll be glad if they do - I'm going to end up seeing that kind of thing sooner or later. So it might as well be now. Like I told you the other day, I'm a big girl. I'm sexually liberated. I can handle it."

Susan asked doubtfully, "Are you sure? Really sure?!"

"I am. To be honest, I feel bad for him. The whole time we were talking, well... I couldn't help but notice... UGH! I can't believe I'm saying this, but I saw a bulge in his slacks that was so immense, I couldn't believe my eyes!"

Susan chuckled. "That's sounds about right. That's my boy!"

The others chuckled and giggled too, and Brenda joined in. She was very relieved at how her comments were taken, and she relaxed some.