Lazy Sunday: Part 3

Chapter 7

It was all too much for poor Brenda. She was **** to push back from him, ending the kiss. She was frightened that if things continued like they were for much longer, she would cum loudly and wetly. That in turn would cause her to simply die of shame or arousal (or both).

Alan relented, pulling back as well. He let go of her ass, allowing her to break completely free. He looked to the pitcher, glasses, and tray on the table between two lounge chairs. "Hey, what are you two drinking there?"

Suzanne was still stroking his cock, but then she broke completely free as well and went to the table. "It's a rum punch. You want some?"

"Sure."

"Well, that's an alcoholic beverage, and legally you're not allowed to have it. Sorry."

"Oh. Bummer."

But then Suzanne winked. "However, I think your all-around studliness exempts you from the rules, at least this time. Let me go get you a glass."

He sat down on the nearest lounge chair. "Awww. Can't I just use yours? Somehow I think we've been sharing germs already."

"Good point." Suzanne adjusted the settings on the lounge chair he was on, causing it to straighten until it was completely flat.

While Suzanne was doing that, Brenda was trying her best to calm down. But it wasn't easy, especially since her heart was still racing wildly. She thought back to Suzanne's earlier comment about how the feeling of an impending heart attack was common around the Plummer house. Good God! I still can barely breathe. This is too much for me! No. I can't say that. I'm in the big leagues now. My big breasts provide little more than a foot in the door around here, just as Suzanne said. I've gotta rise to the occasion and show that I have what it takes to be one of his sex toys!

Suzanne spoke as she finished fiddling with Alan's lounge chair. "Here, Sweetie. Take off your T-shirt." She waited until he did so. "Good. Now, lie on that so your head and arms are hanging off the top edge. That way, you'll be able to drink your drink while Brenda covers you thoroughly in suntan lotion. We don't want you to get even more sunburned."

Brenda looked at Suzanne with renewed fear. I'm going to do WHAT?! She frantically shook her head 'No.'

But Suzanne just rolled her eyes and stared Brenda down with an intense gaze. Clearly she was not going to permit Brenda to avoid her demands.

Giving up, Brenda followed Suzanne's non-verbal nod of directions, indicating she should sit between Alan's legs on the lounge chair. After she did that, she realized that her new position put her right in front of Alan's bare ass. She didn't know what to do. I'm naked! Completely buck naked! And he's such a STUD! This is too crazy!

Suzanne babied her to make sure she'd do the right thing. She picked up the bottle of suntan lotion, squeezing some into Brenda's open hand. Then she did the same to Brenda's other hand. Finally, she took Brenda's wrists and guided her hands directly to Alan's ass cheeks. She whispered quietly in her ear, "Go for it! This is the chance you want, right? Show him that you're a big-titted babe worthy of serving him in EVERY way!"

Once that was accomplished, Suzanne filled her own glass with the rum punch (for Alan), then refilled Brenda's glass, and carried both glasses to where the other two could reach them.

Just as Suzanne had hoped, Alan drank his rum punch while fully sprawled out on the lounge chair. His dick was trapped between his belly and the lounge chair, making it impossible for anyone to stimulate it. But he was fine with that. He didn't need to be stimulated every single second, and he was mindful of their promise to Susan not to let Brenda touch his dick.

Actually, Suzanne was very keen to continue jacking him off, and it would have been easy enough to get him to reposition slightly so she could do that. Even though she loved the act in and of itself, at that moment she mostly wanted to do it to continue Brenda's indoctrination. However, she decided that it was best to give Brenda some space and let her get used to intimately touching Alan first.

Brenda was nervous about fondling Alan's slightly sunburned butt, so even though Suzanne had put her hands directly on it to start, she focused mostly on applying the lotion on his back. Even that was enough to make her hands tremble, but Suzanne's whisper in her ear boosted her confidence. While her hands ran over his backside, she thought, Suzanne's right: I am a beautiful, submissive, big-titted babe, and I AM worthy of serving him. It's like I was telling myself before: I'm a hot slut! I'm a goddess! Objectively speaking, it can't be denied that my body is just as curvy and flawless as Susan's or Suzanne's. Well, at least I'm close, and God knows I do have the big tits he loves. I can do this! I'm hot and sexy and Alan-worthy! I am!

Brenda soon found that applying the lotion to Alan's back wasn't as "safe" as she'd first thought. Because her breasts were so very large, it was hard for her to lean forward to reach the top of his back without having them dangle down enough to brush against him lower down his torso.

At first, she tried hard to avoid that, but then Suzanne said to her, "You know, if it were me, I'd use what I've got to full advantage. Why not thoroughly cover your tits with lotion and rub them against him on purpose? Then it'll be like working twice as efficiently. I'm sure he'll like it. I hear in Japan they pay big bucks for that kind of thing. Just sayin'."

So Brenda did as Suzanne suggested, though very reluctantly at first. However, once she started dragging her huge, soft tits against his hard back, she found herself highly aroused by doing it, even while she was freaking out about the entire situation.

She thought, This is the craziest thing I've ever done! Just look at me! If I could see a picture of myself right now, I think I'd die of shame. Here I am, a perfect-ten beauty, basically performing "soapland" service for this, this ... mere KID! And yes, I know what "soapland" is, but I'm not about to admit to them the extent of my knowledge of pornography. As if I'm not humiliated enough already!

It's bad enough having to be completely fucking buck naked outside in the middle of nowhere. But having to wear high heels too is twice as bad. It's like I really am just a sexual toy for his amusement. I'm a fucking MULTI-MILLIONAIRE, for Christ's sake! This shouldn't be happening to me! Meanwhile, Suzanne is standing right next to me, watching and judging everything I do. This is an outrage! I really should get up and get the fuck out of here. So why am I so damn fucking horny?! Maybe my problem is my nipples are too sensitive. I swear, if I keep this up, I'm gonna start cumming and cumming and I'll never stop!

Lust was taking over. She did a good job covering his back, actually using her lotion-covered tits more than her hands. She managed not to cum while doing so, but it was a very close thing.

Eventually, she ran out of skin there and had **** but to sit up and go back to his ass. By that time, with increasing familiarity and the extra alcoholic drink, she'd warmed to her task and was actually quite gleeful about the opportunity to (carefully) fondle his ass cheeks as much as she wanted. Not only had her hands stopped trembling, she grew so bold that she even thoroughly covered his ass crack with the lotion. She was flying high and loving life. She was more excited at that moment than she'd ever been on either of her honeymoons.

I'm actually touching his ass cheeks, and to my heart's content! This could be my future. If I ever get to be one of his personal cocksuckers, I'll probably spend hours clutching these ass cheeks as I suck at his great, thick cock until my jaw practically falls off! Wow! Goose bumps!

Suzanne, meanwhile, took more lotion from the bottle and applied it further down Alan's legs. It would have been difficult for Brenda to reach those areas without changing position, and Suzanne wanted Brenda to stay where she had been placed, near Alan's butt.

The lotion application proceeded in near total silence, although Suzanne did mutter something about how Alan was a special guy who deserved special tender loving care, and his ass needed extra special attention. That allowed Brenda to relax about as much as she could, given the situation, since it gave her an excuse to linger there.

Alan was having a great time too. His dick was still erect, but he'd been keeping it trapped underneath his body, so as to not freak out Brenda. But after a while, she'd become so familiar with his ass, and even his ass crack, that he "readjusted" his boner, letting it hang between his thighs.

Brenda was sitting back just enough so she could look straight down and see his erection there. But she was still far too intimidated to think about touching it. Just looking at it was almost too much, although she couldn't help but steal glances at it from time to time. That sight alone kept her heart pounding. For all her interest in it, she had yet to overtly touch it. The temptation was great to at least gently run a finger up and down it, but even that was too scary for her to do right away.

Clearly, she had bought into the Alan hype - hook, line, and sinker.

Eventually, every last inch of Alan's backside had been covered, with his ass cheeks covered several times over. So Suzanne said, "Okay. Sweetie, now it's your turn to do us. Then we'll get back to your front."

That threw Brenda for a loop, making her nervous all over again. She said, "Um, I'm good! Uh, do Suzanne!"

Suzanne gave Brenda a glaring, disapproving look that Alan couldn't see. She said, "No you're not. It's true you're not as pale as I am, but you're still fair skinned. You'll burn too, just like me."

Brenda replied triumphantly, "But you're a lot more pale than I am! He should do you first!" She breathed a sigh of relief, since that at least would delay her time of reckoning.

But Suzanne just said, "That would be true, except that I'm so fair skinned that I already put on lots of lotion before I came outside. Here. Feel." She took one of Brenda's hands and brought it to her own face.

Sure enough, Brenda could feel traces of the lotion, which was still there even though they'd been swimming because Suzanne had kept her head out of the water. Brenda was crushed.

Alan was still lying face down on the lounge chair, rather unaware of what was happening behind him. Suzanne took advantage of that by bending close to Brenda and whispering directly in her ear. "Be brave! Roll with the punches. Are you Alan-worthy? Do you want to serve his cock? If so, prove it. Show it!"

That gave Brenda some resolve, although she was still terribly nervous. She got up from the lounge chair Alan was on and instead laid on the one next to it.

Alan sat up, making no attempt to hide his still very erect pole. In fact, he made sure it stuck up at a jaunty angle that Brenda couldn't fail to notice. Before he could decide how to approach applying the lotion to Brenda, Suzanne suggested, "Here, Sweetie. You sit on the edge of the lounge chair you're on, and we'll just pull it closer to Brenda's. That way, your hands can reach her easily, and I'll be able to jack you off in comfort while sitting next to you."

Brenda's brain reeled. Jesus! She's gonna jack him off again?! Of course she will. This is Alan we're talking about. They've told me that his cock is insatiable, and it's TRUE! At least I can lie face down and close my eyes, so I can pretend it's not happening.

That's what she did. Alan sat as Suzanne suggested and began applying the lotion to Brenda's back. He put the lotion on fairly quickly and efficiently, because he was keen on getting to Brenda's other side. But he definitely took the time to enjoy her body, especially her delightfully protruding ass.

Brenda enjoyed what his hands were doing. But what kept her heart pounding hard was her constant awareness of what Suzanne was doing to him. It was rather quiet outside, so Suzanne went all out to make the handjob as noisy as possible, to help further Brenda's indoctrination. She made sure his cock was as wet as possible, using both her saliva and his pre-cum. She slid her hands all over his entire shaft, rather than focusing mostly on the area around his sweet spot as she often did.

The result was a constant stream of squishy sounds that drove Brenda wild with desire. She began to moan and pant, much more than either Alan or Suzanne were doing. She thought, as she writhed around on her own lounge chair, This is crazy! I swear, it's like they're trying to drive me mad! God, hearing Suzanne stroke his cock is the sexiest thing I've ever heard! Well, except for the sounds of her bobbing on it at the last party. I can't even bear to look! I would simply DIE of arousal!

Meanwhile, he keeps running his hands over my ass like he owns me! And maybe he WILL! If I really fully submit myself to him, and he accepts me, then there's no telling what could happen! I might as well kiss any kind of normal life goodbye!

Suzanne found various excuses to say and do things designed to drive Brenda out of her mind with lust, with the side effect of stimulating Alan even more. For instance, at one point, she bent her head down to Alan's erection and said to it, "Alan Junior, have you been good or bad? Because if you've been good, then you deserve a kiss."

Suzanne had never called his penis "Alan Junior" before, but earlier that day Susan had mentioned in passing that she'd called it that the day before, and Suzanne thought it was a cute name, though obvious.

She planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his cockhead while continuing to stroke the rest. "Like that! But you've been BAAAAD, you big, fat, naughty boy! You've been sticking yourself in all kinds of naughty holes, haven't you? Fucking married women and making them fall in love with you. But still, I think you need another kiss."

She kissed it again, right on his sweet spot this time, and with a lot of tongue. "Oh no! I can't stop with just one!" She kissed his cock several more times, pausing between each one for Brenda's benefit to graphically describe what her hands and mouth were doing. She also made a big production out of kissing Alan's balls, and then describing that too.

Brenda felt the pressure was off her, since Suzanne was taking such good care of Alan's hard-on. She was flying high, reveling in the joy of hearing every "victory" Suzanne was having in keeping Alan feeling great. That made her feel like she was part of a winning team.

Suzanne never really did move her mouth away once she started with the kissing. After a few minutes of such teasing, she spoke while ostentatiously licking his sweet spot. "Geez. Sweetie, your cock is getting too dry. I've been licking it with my tongue, but I think I'm gonna have to resort to more **** measures to make sure it's thoroughly moisturized."

Alan chuckled. "You mean, you want to blow me."

"Yeah, but only for a minute or two." Then she engulfed his cockhead and started bobbing. She made sure her blowjob was as wet and loud as possible, just like her continuing handjob, to help drive Brenda wild. Sometimes she was more focused on making lewd and loud slurping sounds than anything else.

Brenda's hips squirmed needfully from hearing and imagining what the other two were doing - she was too overwhelmed to look. Oh God! Dear God! Now she's sucking his cock! She must be suffering, breathing through her nose, lips stretched impossibly wide, but she's not going to stop for anything! It's too much! I can't take it! Somebody, anybody, please help me!

However, Suzanne didn't find her positioning comfortable. So, after a minute or two, far from stopping, she got off the lounge chair altogether and knelt next to it. She said, "Sorry, Brenda, It looks like Tiger's cock is going to need a LOT more T.L.C. - tender, loving cocksucking. I need to reposition. As I'm sure Susan has told you, the best way to do that is naked and kneeling!" She grunted loudly as she engulfed him.

Brenda's hips were practically humping air. She had her eyes shut tight and her mouth craned open, as she imagined that she was the one sucking Alan off. Her pussy was leaking copiously. More naked and kneeling! They talk about that so much, and it's so fucking great! I swear, just THINKING about kneeling now gets me horny!

Alan had to readjust as well, since he was standing next to the lounge chair. That gave Suzanne's mouth easy access to his crotch at the same time that his hands had easy access to Brenda's nude body.

Brenda twisted her head around enough to see what was happening. Oh dear Jesus! Sweet Mother of Mary! I can't believe it! Suzanne is in THE position! She's in the position Susan can't stop talking about and the one I can't stop dreaming about every night: naked and kneeling with Alan's cock deep in her mouth! Why, she's even got high heels on! It's perfect! I can't see his fat snake because of her bobbing head, but it's still just about the most inspiring sight I've ever seen!

Good God! She had to turn away because it was just too much to take, like trying to stare into the sun.

She very much craved an orgasm, but she was fighting hard to hold back, because she knew that she was so worked up she wouldn't be able to be secretive about it. The more she struggled to resist, the more her body writhed around and even humped up and down.

Alan was feeling cheeky and emboldened, so he barked at her, "Hey! Keep still!" He punctuated that by loudly smacking her ass.

That was too much for poor Brenda, due to her spanking fetish. She came, and came hard. She clenched her teeth and managed not to scream out, but she did make some tell-tale noises. That, and the way her entire body shook and trembled made it blatantly obvious what had just happened.

Alan could tell that Brenda was wiped out after that. He took it easy on her for a while so she could recover.

Brenda was still on cloud nine well after her orgasm petered out. He SPANKED me! I can't believe it! A hard smack on my ass! If I don't object now, that means he'll be able to spank me any time he feels like it. And I don't want to object! No, I sure as hell don't want to. He has me under his thumb in the most delightful way! I'm turning into another one of his obedient, big-titted, cock-loving SLUTS!

But I can't get too excited or he's gonna think I'm weird. I've gotta brace myself for what's still to come. I'm still totally nude with his hands on me. What's he going to do to me next? I can't wait to find out!

She closed her eyes and tried to pretend she was getting a regular massage from a professional masseuse. That helped her calm down some, although the slurpy cocksucking sounds simply could not be ignored.

Alan had long since forgotten the pretense of putting lotion on Brenda. He was simply fondling her body to his heart's content. She was so stacked that there was a lot of side boob even when she was lying down, and he made sure to fondle her there. Sometimes he also lightly grazed her pussy lips, but he didn't want to do too much with that, correctly figuring she'd get even more worked up if she was held just on the verge of cumming.

He tended to stay focused on kneading her ass, driving her to distraction with arousal. She hated the fact that she often climaxed very easily, because she didn't want to cum just from having his hands on her ass. He was sure to both hear and feel that. So she struggled mightily to hold back her orgasm. Nevertheless, the smell of her hot, wet, ready pussy was more than apparent to everyone.

Chapter 8

Alan didn't speak for a while, letting Brenda calm down. Then, out of the blue, he said, "So, Brenda, I still don't know you very well. Tell me more about yourself. I hear you have a teenage son in my high school. Is that true? Tell me all about him. Also, what's the story with your upcoming divorce? Tell me everything."

She thought, No! I can't! How the hell am I supposed to think, much less talk, while his hands are all over me and Suzanne's mouth is all over him? Or her hands. Or whatever the hell she's doing right now to make that slurpy racket! (In fact, Suzanne had gone back to jacking him off, if only because she sensed that she needed to ease up for a while or he'd cum too soon.)

But she was determined to prove herself Alan-worthy, and she was calmer now that she'd had an orgasm. So she said, "Okay, just a sec." Then she tried her best to relax and control her breathing. Finally feeling better, she said, "Let's start with my husband. What a prick!"

Somehow, she managed to give a detailed account of her marriage and its slow collapse. She was so upset with her husband Bob that she never dignified him by mentioning his name, referring to him as "the jerk" instead. Then she talked some about her son Adrian.

Neither topic aroused her, and talking about her husband in particular was the opposite of arousing. But she actually was glad about that, because it countered the arousal of Alan's hands and Suzanne's slurpy sounds, allowing her to keep a steady erotic buzz going without getting completely out of control.

Alan had started fondling her thighs. Then, while she was still talking about Adrian, he brazenly explored her inner thighs, repeatedly going up to the very edge of her pussy. Thanks to the way her body leaked copiously when greatly aroused, that meant that his fingers were soon soaked in her cum. Sometimes he even lightly brushed a finger up and down her pussy lips.

This embarrassed and aroused her so much that she wanted to whimper and even cry. But Alan didn't say a word about her excessive leakage, forcing her to keep talking about her life.

He sensed from her trembling and panting that his new attention on and near her pussy was going to make her cum soon. So he bent down and whispered in her ear, "I saw how you had an orgasm a little while ago. But you're not allowed to cum unless I say so, and I haven't given you permission!"

She groaned loudly. Oh NO! I'd been holding back already, but I was just about to lose it again. Now, I'm not allowed to do even that! UNGH! HRRRNG! Gotta ... gotta ... hold out! Anyway, what gives him the right to say I'm not allowed to cum?! How dare he? It's like he's already taken full control of my body without asking. He's just claiming me as his natural right! No, I can't think that, because it's too fucking HOT! Then I'm gonna have to cum, and he'll have to punish me! And that's too hot to think about too!

Sensing that she was in a **** state, and unable to keep up her end of the discussion, he had mercy on her and went back to simply fondling her ass cheeks for a while.

She slowly came back from the very brink of a huge climax. But the conversation couldn't resume because she was huffing and puffing too much.

A few minutes later, Alan resumed touching her near her pussy without ever quite reaching it. And all the while, Suzanne was still bobbing on his cock.

That made Brenda think, Everything Alan does makes me too fucking hot to be believed! Look at what he's doing now: he's taking all my wetness and smearing it all over my bare ass and thighs. It's like he's marking me with my own cum! Claiming me even more! He's all but saying, "It's your cum this time, but next time it'll be my sperm smeared into your skin." Dammit! Too hot! And I'm supposed to just lie here and take it while the mighty Suzanne endlessly sucks him. That's also too hot! Oh God!

She found herself thinking about her son. How I wish I was like Susan, with a son just like Alan! She's so lucky. I love my Aidy so much! He's my cute little Pooh Bear, and he always will be. But he's no natural, powerful, alpha male like Alan, with a towering cock that demands to be constantly serviced by a wide variety of busty bombshells. If only he were! Then I could be a son-fucker, just like Susan soon will be. That would be the ultimate. But then again, could anything top this?

Alan had been getting a kick out of smearing her own cum into her skin. There was an actual puddle forming between her legs, giving him a copious supply. He gleefully smeared and caressed her cum into her skin everywhere, from her neck to her toes, until no trace of it could be seen. Yet there was always fresh cum leaking from her slit, so he could have continued all day long.

The symbolism wasn't lost on Brenda. He really IS claiming my body for his own! He's proving that he can do whatever he wants to me, and I won't resist! That's my cum today, but someday soon I'll be completely covered in HIS cum! Oh God! I still need to cum so bad, and I still CAN'T! What ****! What exquisite ****!

Eventually he decided it was finally time for her to turn over, and she did. But he didn't make any attempt to touch her front side just yet.

Once she had turned over, she opened her eyes and was able to see one of Suzanne's hands pumping up and down Alan's shaft while the other one fondled his balls. (Suzanne was still on her knees in front of his crotch, but she had repositioned herself slightly to make sure that Brenda got a good view.)

Brenda was slightly disappointed that Suzanne was merely jacking him off, but she was impressed nonetheless. Suzanne didn't want to stop her oral loving, but the situation was so arousing for Alan that she'd been **** to give him a strategic break. The **** was heavily affecting Brenda by that point, making her bold. She asked, "How... ? What... ? What I mean is ... Jesus! Suzanne, you're just ... jacking him off like forever! Isn't that thing ever going to squirt?!"

Suzanne chuckled. "Yeah, it seems that way, doesn't it? It's true that he's got good stamina, and he's getting better all the time. But it's all about teamwork. I've been learning the telltale signs of his cock, and his face, and the sounds he makes." She pinned his boner to the side of her face and lovingly ran her fingers up and down it while letting his wetness smear her cheek.

Brenda had trouble breathing as she watched that.

Then Suzanne's tongue snaked out and she began teasing his sweet spot with its tip.

Brenda was absolutely staggered. I saw Suzanne's extraordinarily long tongue in action the other day, but I'm shocked all over again. I was so freaked out that I couldn't believe my eyes, and I STILL can't! My GOD! How can I compete with that?! It's the perfect cock-pleasuring tool!

Suzanne brought his cockhead closer to her mouth so she could both talk and lick with ease. "If his thick boner so much as twitches in a certain way, I know exactly what that means, so I ease up if need be." She licked his sweet spot every time she stopped to take a breath. "As long as we're both careful, and I have the energy for it, I'll bet I could literally jack him off all day long ... and more!" She slipped her lips over his cockhead and gave him a good suck, but then she pulled off again.

"My God!" That answer aroused Brenda as much as the sight she was seeing. "That's just so ... hot!"

Alan chuckled at that. "You sound just like my mom. For her everything is 'so hot!'"

Suzanne ostentatiously licked Alan's cock from his balls to the tip of his cockhead, as if she was laying claim to every last inch. Her fingers slipped all over whatever part of his shaft her tongue wasn't covering.

Brenda's eyes bugged out and she just about fainted. She'd only seen the back of Suzanne's bobbing head before, so this was an escalation over anything she'd seen so far that day. She sat up in the lounge chair to get a better view. She found herself holding her breath in awe.

Suzanne licked all the way back down. But then she turned Brenda's way and stared at Brenda's chest hungrily. "Sweetie, you know what else is 'so hot?' Brenda's breasts! I think you need to start there. And since they're so big, it might take you a very long time to apply the lotion all over 'em."

He grinned. "Aunt Suzy, I think you're right!" He'd just been standing there, enjoying the sight of Brenda's fabulous front, together with the feeling of Suzanne's continued handjob. He lathered up his hands with more lotion.

Brenda was afraid. Mostly she was afraid that it would feel too good and she'd squirt and scream and shake and generally lose all control. She was mindful of the fact that she still didn't have his permission to cum. She looked over at Suzanne and asked frantically, "Uh, what if we, uh, what if we do his front side first? We haven't done that yet!"

Instead of replying, Suzanne buried her nose in Alan's balls and inhaled deeply. She sighed happily, then started licking each of his balls as her fingers stroked way up and down his shaft.

Again, a transfixed Brenda forgot to breathe for some long moments. She practically drooled, wishing that those were her tongue and fingers. Susan had spoken to her at great length about the joy of pleasuring Alan's balls, not to mention the "necessity" of frequently "cleaning" them after his climaxes. Brenda just sat there, staring, repeatedly licking her lips.

Finally, after nearly a minute, Suzanne replied, "Oh. Good idea. We'll do that next, for sure. Of course, the area we need to be extra careful about is his cock. Naturally, we'll have to give that most of our attention. Maybe we'll even need to suck it and stroke it together. Oops, I mean put the lotion on it together." She winked, and then she ostentatiously gave his long shaft another lick from bottom to top, and back down again.

Brenda gulped. I'm going to get to lick and suck him?! Today?! I don't think I can handle it! She stared at Alan's stiff boner, with Suzanne's hand sliding up and down along its length, and then to his hands and the lotion he was about to put on her huge tits.

Oh God! It's all too much! It is possible to pass out simply from anticipation?! I want his cock so badly that I can practically taste his cum in my mouth, and I certainly can smell his sweet cream. But how the hell am I supposed to compete with his stable of experienced personal cocksuckers? Look at what Suzanne's long tongue is doing to him, for crying out loud!

Knowing that Brenda was staring, Suzanne made sure to put on a good show. She switched from mostly stroking him with an occasional lick to lovingly lapping all over his sweet spot. Her fingers kept on sliding along his shaft or playing with his balls, but that was a sideshow compared to the **** pleasure her tongue was giving him. Throughout it all, she was careful to keep her head angled in a way that gave Brenda a great view.

Suzanne decided that it was time to let Brenda see just how stiff the competition was. She extended her freakishly long tongue as far as she could, tickling Alan's sweet spot with its very tip while his cock was completely out of her mouth. Then she visibly wrapped her tongue about his shaft as she again engulfed his cockhead and resumed bobbing on him.

Brenda knew about Suzanne's extraordinary tongue, mostly thanks to Susan's "lick by lick" accounts of some of Suzanne's "penis tending," and she'd gotten one glimpse already of its length. But to see it in action like this was another thing entirely.

Brenda couldn't take it anymore; she straightened her neck and simply lay back on her chair, closing her eyes for good measure. She needed to mentally check out for a while. Oh no! What have I gotten myself into?! I've been married twice, and I've had sex with some other men too. I thought I was very sexually experienced and talented. But everything I've ever seen and done is NOTHING compared to today! And I haven't even gotten to touch his cock yet!

But she didn't get any respite at all. As soon as she closed her eyes, Alan brought his hands back to her bounteous chest.

Brenda had been so transfixed by Suzanne's licking that she'd actually forgotten what Alan was going to do to her. However, the instant his fingers touched her massive globes, her attention was completely redirected there. The fresh squirts of lotion made his fingers extra cool, and her entire body jerked when she felt his touch. Even after the jerking ended, her hips kept churning about spasmodically. So hot! TOO HOT! I'm gonna cum ... and cum and CUM! And there's nothing I can do to hold it off! What'll happen when he gets to my pussy and starts playing down there? He'll see and feel how swampy and soaked I am, for him, because of him! They both will! I'm afraid I'll start to have my greatest orgasm ever and won't be able to stop!

"OH NO!" Brenda squealed out loud, because once Alan had his hands on her fulsome orbs and started to fondle them, she turned her head and saw Suzanne steadily bobbing on his shaft. Earlier, Brenda had only been able to hear Suzanne doing that, but now she could see absolutely everything. Since it was an effort for her to raise her head and look, she could have stopped at any time, but she was too fascinated to even blink.

Suzanne had been taking it easy on his hot, saliva-soaked hard-on, letting him get acclimated to the sensation so he could withstand the prolonged stimulus. She planned on sucking him a good long time to show off his stamina for Brenda, and also to raise Brenda's desire for him and his cock to a nearly uncontrollable level.

Intense erotic pleasure radiated like waves from Alan's crotch throughout his entire body, leaving him with a slap-happy look on his face. Between playing with Brenda's tits and reveling in Suzanne's oral skills, he was **** to squeeze his PC muscle constantly. Yet he was getting so practiced at it that he didn't have to think about it much; it certainly didn't impede his great pleasure.

But Brenda actually seemed even more affected by Suzanne's blowjob than he did. She simply couldn't believe how arousing everything was, and seeing Suzanne's gorgeous face crammed full of stiff cock and her endlessly sliding lips were the most arousing sights of all.

I was so wrong! I thought I'd come here and just have a casual chat with Suzanne about some of my problems. But it's like I've been dropped headlong into a furnace instead - a furnace of pure sex and pure lust! Is it like this here every day? It must be! Alan is such a FUCKING STUD! I can't even believe it! Gaaawwwwd! Of COURSE I'm going to submit to him. I MUST! If I could have him as my master forever... !

Oh God! Oh dear God! Please, help me! Help me, Lord! As if that isn't stunning enough already, now Suzanne is looking RIGHT AT ME! She's slurping and sucking, her mouth crammed full of all that thick cock-meat, and she's staring into my eyes, into my soul! It's like she's saying, "This is going to be you next! Get ready to stretch your jaw wider than it's ever been stretched before, because your turn is coming up!" Oh God! Ohgodohgodohgodohgod! I can't breathe! HELP!

Brenda was so transfixed by Suzanne's bobbing that, for some moments, Alan's fondling of her boobs actually took a back seat in her mind. That was also partly due to the fact that he started out actually thoroughly and carefully covering her entire upper torso with the suntan lotion, including her enormous tits. But once that task was done, he felt he could focus all of his attention on just playing with her tits, so that's what he did.

He was fascinated by Brenda's nipples, which poked out more than any other nipples he'd ever seen. He experimentally pulled and twisted them, gingerly and gently at first.

That redirected Brenda's focus, like a hard slap to her face. Suddenly, she practically forgot all about Suzanne's blowjob (although the loud slurping still registered on some level). Her awareness contracted to just Alan's hands and her erect nipples. She loved what he was doing, so she moaned encouragingly to get him to be more aggressive.

Seeing the effect he was having, he responded as she had hoped, by pulling on them more assertively.

She thought, Oh, Jesus! I'm his bitch! I'm his willing slut and his whore and his bitch! He's just made me his sexy big-titted slut, for sure! One of many, that is! How can I ever go back to normal after this? Susan has told me that my tits are the greatest gift God has given me, and it's so true! They're so sensitive! So intense! Oh God! It's like I'm being fucked, royally FUCKED, just from him playing with my nipples!

Soon, Brenda started screaming - not just moaning or purring, but very loud screaming. At the same time, she reached another powerful orgasm, even without her pussy or clit being touched. She knew she still didn't have permission to cum, and that distressed her greatly, but she was completely helpless to stop it from happening.

Her hips churned and gyrated so much that her ass repeatedly lifted off the lounge chair, leaving her flopping around like a fish desperately struggling for life on a sandy beach.

Alan started to think how he should handle Brenda cumming without permission. He wasn't sure how far he should take his obvious and easy control over this highly submissive woman. A spanking seemed like a good possibility. But unfortunately for all of them, he didn't get a chance to think things through.

Chapter 9

An hour had passed since Brenda's arrival, enough time for Susan to return home from Sunday services. Still dressed very conservatively in her church clothes, Susan heard Brenda's screaming from inside the garage once she'd finished parking the car and turned off the engine. Katherine and Amy were in the car too, so she shouted to them, "Stay here!" Then she rushed through a door that led from the back of the garage to the backyard. She sprinted across her lawn, through the gate, and across Suzanne's lawn to the source of the screaming.

Susan reacted as though she was responding to someone who had been badly hurt, even though she was more than half convinced the screaming was of an erotic nature. But the cries were so pained, frantic, and insistent that she had to be sure. As she got nearer, she saw to her chagrin that the cause of the screaming was entirely sexual.

She slowed her pace, which allowed her to approach unnoticed because the others were focused on Brenda's many orgasms and Suzanne's on-going blowjob. She came to a halt only a few feet away from them and put her hands on her hips in a huffy posture. Frowning, she complained loudly, "I should have figured."

Brenda, Alan, and Suzanne were all shocked, especially because the voice came from so nearby. Suzanne reacted by pulling her tightly sucking lips off Alan's boner. Alan simply released Brenda's nipples.

The three of them frantically looked around to find the source of the voice. Brenda even sat upright and tried to cover her privates, while Suzanne stood up.

Susan stared at each of them, one by one. She was fuming with anger. "Brenda! What are YOU doing here?! And why are you screaming loud enough to be heard in L.A.?"

Suzanne quickly shifted into damage control mode. Wiping the cum and saliva off her chin, she said, "Come on, Susan. The neighbors can't hear. My backyard is gigantic; you know that."

"Well, I heard it all the way from inside my car in my garage! It was faint, but it was sure distinctive, like a wounded animal. Would someone please tell me just what the heck is going on here? It looks like you're having a mini-orgy!"

Alan also tried to help with the damage control. "Mom, I know it looks that way, but it really isn't. We were just talking. But the sun got to us and we decided to put some suntan lotion on. And, well..."

Susan said sarcastically, "Let me guess: you ran out of lotion, and the one spot still uncovered was your penis, so Suzanne helpfully covered it with her mouth!"

Suzanne found that quite funny, especially coming from Susan, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Susan turned her wrath on her best friend. "YOU! What's so funny?! I can't even leave home for an hour without all this, this ... debauchery happening!"

Suzanne decided that this time she would brave Susan's wrath, which was always a risky decision. "Get real, Susan. Are you forgetting all the things you did to Alan's penis yesterday alone? And I explicitly told you this morning before church that I might play with him a little bit! Don't you remember that? 'Let she who is free of cocksucking cast the first stone.'"

Suzanne had been doing a good job defending herself, up until she made that last comment. Susan went from angry to livid. "How DARE YOU mock Scripture like that! I know that ... Well, I've done some things ... Heck, I've done a lot of things! But I haven't done them during God's time! This is God's time!"

Suzanne still braved disaster. "Susan, you're not in church anymore."

"I know. But I just got home! I literally just got out of the car!" She sniffed the air disapprovingly. "And you've made even the great outdoors smell like a whorehouse!"

Brenda blanched at that, knowing that most of the pussy smell was due to her own very leaky slit.

But Suzanne seemed unfazed. "Fine. You should have gotten out of the car and gone into your house. If you had stopped and listened for a few minutes, you would have realized that those were erotic screams. What's happening here has nothing to do with you and your religious activities."

Susan lowered her voice, although she was still simmering with anger (which was evident by her aggressive stance, with her hands on her hips). "It has everything to do with me! How can I contemplate the mercy of the Lord at all now, after hearing screams like that? Someone could have been hurt, so I had to come running! I'm all frazzled now. Frazzled and shocked and appalled. And YOU! Brenda!"

Up to that point, Brenda had been trying to lay low and avoid Susan's gaze. She'd done her best to curl up and cover her privates (although her hands couldn't do much to cover her vast expanse of tit-flesh). She was grateful that Suzanne was taking the brunt of Susan's anger, so she shuddered when she heard Susan call her name.

Fortunately, Suzanne cut in. "Susan, lay off her! Whatever she was doing, it's my fault. I arranged it! Brenda just came over to have a nice chat with me. I was the one who insisted we take off all our clothes, and all the rest. You see that pitcher on the table there? That contains rum. Brenda is more than a little tipsy, and that's my doing too."

Susan huffed, "Well ... I ... never! Drinking demon **** during the Lord's time, on a Sunday morning! Not to mention what you were doing to ... to ... his penis!" She pointed accusingly at Alan's crotch.

Alan had reacted much like Brenda, kneeling down behind the lounge chair and trying to make himself inconspicuous. His penis had gone flaccid, and he was covering it with his hands for good measure. Also like Brenda, he was grateful to be ignored for a while, and upset to be called out.

Suzanne continued to run interference, bravely defying Susan's anger, even though she knew that sometimes Susan could fly into a "mama grizzly bear" mode that was frightening to behold. She was fighting hard to deflate Susan's arguments before Susan reached that level of indignation. "Are you saying I shouldn't suck his cock on a Sunday?"

"Yes! That's exactly what I'm saying!"

"So, let's get this straight. That means you're not going to suck or otherwise touch his cock in any way for the rest of the day, as well as every Sunday from now on? Interesting."

Susan turned away in embarrassment. She said in a more contrite voice, "I didn't say that, exactly. You know I don't mean that..."

"Furthermore, you didn't do anything to his cock last Sunday?"

"Um..." Susan blushed, because she did a quick mental check and remembered that she had sucked her son's cock the prior Sunday evening.

"Well then, how can you get so upset with me? Especially since I TOLD YOU it was likely I'd have fun with him while you were gone. You didn't tell me then not to do anything!"

Susan tried to regain the offensive. "I know, but I said 'If you must, ' like if there was an emergency. It's one thing to do it on God's day, like, in the evening. It's another thing to do it while some people are still at church. I really frown on, on ... all of this!" She waved her hand dramatically in their general direction.

Suzanne was mindful that Susan had given permission for Brenda to see Alan's penis "in all its fully erect glory" and let Brenda "have a couple of nice orgasms too," to use Susan's own words, and that was more or less exactly what had happened. Suzanne longed to mention that immediately, but she felt she couldn't since Brenda was listening to every word. She wanted Brenda to think that everything that had happened had been completely spontaneous.

But that made Suzanne feel that she was definitely in the right, which in turn emboldened her to take a stronger stand. "Susan, don't you dare get all 'holier than thou' on me! You're just as 'bad' as me and you know it! Tell me this: if you're sitting around in your backyard with Alan, and he starts to get a hard-on - and I do mean a raging, throbbing, painfully stiff boner - would you just sit there acting all religious and high and mighty and do nothing about it? Even if it's not long after church? Isn't that the textbook definition of an emergency?!"

Susan looked uncertain. "Well ... that's hard to say ... Would it be ... really painful for him?"

"Oh, you know it. Serious blue balls. But you know that painful state isn't uncommon for him, what with the rate he's producing fresh sperm these days." Actually, she was just making that up, knowing it was the kind of thing Susan would fall for.

Susan bit her lip. "I know. It's a terrible affliction! If that's the case, I wouldn't be able to just stand by and watch him suffer. I'd have to help!"

Suzanne prodded, "And you'd help with your hands, right? And your lips, maybe? Your tongue? Could you see yourself perhaps fondling his balls with one hand, stroking the root of his shaft with your other, and bobbing up and down on the rest?"

Susan blushed. "That's, uh ... That's how it's generally done, yes ... After all, it's so hard to get him to cum. You have to go all out." The fire and anger had left her voice, and she sounded downright defeated. She realized Suzanne had bested her.

Suzanne delivered the final blow. "Then what's the difference between that and what I was just doing? Alan came out here and saw Brenda and me both buck naked. You know how alluring we look, and how stiff he gets. How could I not help him out? I tried to merely jack him off most of the time-"

Brenda chimed in, now that Susan wasn't so scary. "It's true. She did stroke him a lot."

Suzanne continued, "But you know how he is. If I only used my hands, I'd still be here fondling his cock until it gets dark. Remember his need to cum many times a day. Does that stop on Sunday? No! It never stops, and don't you forget it!"

Susan frowned miserably. "There is that ... Okay, I'm sorry. I overreacted. Still, I want you all to get dressed. And be decent!"

Suzanne pointed out, "But he hasn't cum yet. I was getting close..."

Alan said, "That's okay. Thanks for all the help, Aunt Suzy. At this point, my dick is like a turtle that went into its shell to hide. It won't be coming out again to play anytime soon." Indeed, his penis was flaccid, and the others could easily see that.

Suzanne griped at Susan, "There! Are you happy? Look what you did. If he fails to reach his target today, we'll know the reason why."

Susan was sheepish. "I'm sorry. I guess I blew it. Tiger, how could I make it up to you?"

Alan suggested hopefully, "Well, if you'd take off all your clothes and join us ... I think your talented hands and mouth could help me revive..."

But Susan wasn't feeling that aroused, so she didn't fall for his lure. She was still in her religious mode, not to mention a bit angry. She gave him a withering look. "Don't push your luck, buster. Instead, I have a better idea. Why don't we all get dressed and go inside? We can drink something non-alcoholic and chat like normal people."

So Suzanne took them into her house, since it was nearest and would keep Susan on the defensive. Unfortunately, the magical, sexual mood that she's worked so hard to develop had been shattered, so the comedown because of Susan's arrival was really depressing in comparison.

Alan quickly excused himself and went back to his own house next door. He figured, correctly, that it was better if Brenda only saw him in extremely sexual situations.

Suzanne, Susan and Brenda chatted awhile. Amy, who, like Katherine, hadn't stayed in the car very long after Susan had departed in such haste, also came home, and joined them for a while.

Brenda and Amy had never laid eyes on each other before, due to Suzanne trying to keep Amy away from sexually explicit activities like the weekly poker parties. However, they had heard a fair deal about each other. They shook hands and eyed each other carefully.

Brenda tried to be friendly. She wasn't aware that Amy had already been accepted as one of Alan's personal cocksuckers. However, she knew that Amy previously had gotten physically intimate with Alan, and that she was very close to him, almost like a second sister. So Brenda wanted to be in Amy's good graces.

Amy smiled, as she nearly always did, but Brenda detected that Amy was wary about her. And that was understandable, since Amy was protective of Alan and didn't know whether Brenda would be good for him or not.

The general mood of the group was awkward and the conversation was stilted, so Brenda made an excuse to leave as soon as she could.

All in all, despite the interruption and the disappointing ending, Suzanne was very pleased at how things had gone with Brenda. She figured that the whole encounter had been a big step on Brenda's journey towards total subservience to Alan, and also to herself.

Brenda, though, felt like her world had been turned upside down. She wanted to talk to Susan or Suzanne about her feelings, but she felt she couldn't do that with Amy there too. Besides, she was afraid to admit to them or even to herself just how powerfully Alan had affected her, and how strong her desire to submit to him had become.

She wasn't sure what to think when Susan walked her out the front door to share a brief private moment. Despite her generally miffed mood, Susan's pride in her son's sexual prowess meant she couldn't stop herself from gloating a little bit. "By the way, you know how last night on the phone I told you that Alan had eight orgasms yesterday?"

"Yes?"

"It turns out I was wrong. Actually, it was TEN! I got him to number nine between my breasts, and to number ten in my mouth!"

Brenda had been walking down the front path with Susan, but she stopped and stared. "Are you kidding me?! That can't be!"

"It is! True, it was a record day, but who knows what the future will bring? Perhaps that'll be the usual before long!"

"But what about ... didn't you say you couldn't do that since you were punishing him?"

"Ha! The joke's on me. As if I could resist!" Susan was going to say more, such as how he'd blasted his cum all over her face towards the end of the evening, but she looked around and was reminded they were in the front yard. Nobody was even in eyesight, but she didn't feel comfortable talking about such things in a place even that exposed. So she said, "We'll talk more about it later." But then she whispered, "Oh, and I couldn't mention this with Suzanne being right there, but last night I also found out that Amy volunteered to be one of Alan's personal cocksuckers, and of course he accepted. Anyway, see you later!"

Brenda walked alone to her Aston Martin DB7 Volante convertible after exchanging final goodbyes. Her body had calmed down after Susan's arrival, but now she was so hot and bothered all over again that her legs were shaking and her heart was thumping. God DAMN! Already, today pretty much broke the last shreds of my resistance. All I can think about now is submitting to Alan and serving his cock with my busty body. Then Susan has to go and tell me all THAT?! GOD DAMN! I want him so badly that I feel like sobbing in frustration!