Let's Have a Party: Part 1

Part 55: Let's Have a Party

Chapter 1: (Day 59: Wednesday, November 13)

Brenda felt troubled and conflicted. She stood at the front door of the Plummer house, ready to ring the bell. She was beyond excited. She'd practically been counting the minutes all week until the next poker party, and now it was here. Her encounter with Alan and Suzanne on Sunday had only redoubled her eagerness.

However, her excitement was matched by her fear. In the last week or two, she'd built up Alan in her mind until he practically seemed superhuman in his sexual talents and dominating ways. And she had good reason to think that way, because Susan and Suzanne had been hyping him up for her at every opportunity. She had reached the point that merely being in the same room with him felt daunting.

Furthermore, she was afraid of her submissive desires. Deep down, she longed for Alan to be her master. Thanks to her idealized conception of him, he seemed like the perfect master and ultimate lover. But she was still very ashamed by the idea that she even wanted a master, and most of the time she refused to let herself think those thoughts, much less express them to someone else. She even tried to downplay that when talking to Susan, although she knew that Susan had a similar submissive mindset.

Additionally, she had big doubts that Alan would even want her as anything more than an arousing curiosity to use for his amusement every now and then, since he'd been playing so hard-to-get. Susan and Suzanne had also been intentionally working to make him even more attractive in Brenda's eyes by indicating that she might not be "Alan-worthy," as improbable as that was, since it was hard to see how Brenda could have been any more sexually desirable or titillating.

God damn! I have to calm down, or I'm going to have a heart attack on the spot! This is just a poker party. It's not like I'm getting married or something! All we're gonna do is play cards. Ah, who the hell am I kidding? All kinds of sexually thrilling things are gonna happen! Maybe I'll be able to give Alan a handjob or titfuck ... or even a blowjob! My God, that would be a dream come true! Hell, for all I know, he might just up and fuck me! With him, there's no telling! It's like Susan always says: "There's no way to resist him! All we can do is thrust our chests out, drop to our knees, and SERVE!"

Dammit, there I go again. Alan is just a man. A very impressive and virile man, sure, but still just a man. Rainbows don't shine all over his ass. I have to play it cool - cool as glacier ice. Nobody's interested in someone who's too eager or too clingy. I have to be NORMAL. I can't let my submissive fantasies and desires run wild; everyone will think I'm weird! And maybe there is something wrong with me ... No, I have to keep cool, act normal, even play a little hard to get if I can.

Hell, I'm a very impressive woman in my own right! Everyone says I have a "perfect ten" body and a gorgeous face, and that my breasts are to die for. Alan should be going ga-ga over ME! Confidence! That's what I need: confidence! I can do this! I'm gonna wow him with my body and my personality so that he has **** but to fall for me just as hard as I'm falling for him! And all my submissive desires to submit to a naturally superior man exactly like him? I'm not even gonna go there tonight. Normal is the word; I'm just a normal woman out to have a normal fun time playing cards. Period! Anything else that happens is just icing on the cake.

She finally worked up her courage and rang the doorbell.

The result was an immediate gasp, coming from behind the door, followed by some whispering. After some seconds, she heard someone, probably Suzanne, call out, "Just a minute, Brenda!"

She continued to stand in the front foyer of the Plummer residence, wondering why there was so much whispering behind the door. After about a minute she rang the doorbell a second time. The whispering continued briefly, then stopped when she heard the "click-clack" of high heels moving towards the door, after which the door opened.

Like Brenda, Susan also felt troubled. Not only was she quite disturbed about the confirmation that Ron was gay, but she still had the other issues that had driven her to want to see a psychologist.

However, Suzanne had been right that Susan was very good at putting her worries aside when she had to be polite to a guest. It helped greatly that Susan was horny. She'd already been quite aroused in anticipation of Brenda's visit, even before the news about Ron. Although she wouldn't admit it to herself, she was gradually succumbing to her lesbian urges - she was finding herself turned on by her new friend, the cute and extremely buxom Brenda Hunter. The news about Ron had initially spoiled her mood somewhat, but then the last few minutes of Suzanne's counsel had made her even more aroused than earlier.

As she opened the door, she was particularly keen to see what Brenda would be wearing. She knew it would be something good. She held her breath as Brenda stepped into the house and removed her concealing overcoat.

Brenda had followed Suzanne's advice from their last meeting, which was to wear something sexy. In fact, she was wearing the most daring outfit that she'd ever worn outside her house, and "daring" was an understatement.

All throughout the week, Susan and Suzanne had talked to Brenda on the phone, not just getting to be better friends and sharing arousing stories but also engaging in bits of one-upmanship. Each vowed that they would come to the card game dressed in the sexiest and most revealing outfit of all. In the last day or two especially, Susan and Brenda had spent a long time on the phone discussing the things they would wear and goading each other to show off more.

Brenda had taken up the challenge with a vengeance, since her desire to impress Alan was great. What she finally wore was less an outfit and more an open invitation to be fucked. Such scraps of covering that existed were made of supple black leather. The eye was first drawn to a strapless half-bra that valiantly presented her gargantuan tits, projecting them forward while showing all their magnificence. A thin vertical strap across her tummy connected this to a tiny black thong that covered her bush, the lower half of her ass crack, and not much else.

She knew from her last visit that the "house rule" prohibited the wearing of any underwear. That was a moot point, since her outfit was too revealing to allow for underwear anyway.

Black gloves that covered her elbows, black boots that came up just past her knees, and a spiked black dog collar completed the look. The outfit had an obvious D/s (dominance and submission) theme. She hoped that Alan would get the hint, especially from the not-so-subtle collar.

Needless to say, she had needed to wear an overcoat while driving, in case she got a flat tire or was otherwise stopped for some reason. She'd chosen a rich, plush, three-quarter-length mink coat for that purpose, so that even the police would not expect her to remove or open it if she were stopped.

At first she was distressed to see Susan dressed in a full-length cheongsam. She feared that she was horribly underdressed, under her coat. But her worry quickly dissipated when she saw Suzanne's more revealing and sexy outfit.

Susan said, "You're probably wondering about my dress. Don't worry; I doubt I'll be wearing it for very long." She giggled. In truth, she'd toned down what she'd originally planned to wear because of her new resolve to take it easy until she could meet with the psychiatrist. But she was sincerely regretting that already, especially because she was so horny and competitive.

Then Suzanne cupped her hands into a megaphone shape and shouted, "HEY GIRLS! COME ON DOWN! BRENDA IS HERE!"

Mere seconds later, there was a loud trampling sound heard from the upper floor. Katherine and Amy soon came into view, bounding down the stairway until they stood right in front of Brenda.

Being very affectionate girls, they took turns giving her a welcoming hug.

Brenda felt much more welcomed after that, and even better after she was able to see what they were wearing. Even though the girls and Suzanne had followed Susan's lead and toned down their state of undress somewhat from what they otherwise would have worn, there was still an amazing amount of flesh exposed.

Brenda stood a bit more proudly after that, because she realized that she had the most arresting outfit of all.

However, after seeing Brenda, Susan and Katherine claimed "home field advantage" and immediately went back upstairs to change into even sexier garb.

Amy remained with her mother Suzanne because she was eager to talk to Brenda. She was very pleased just to be allowed to join in this time, since she'd been excluded from the prior poker parties. She had hoped that Alan's making her his official boyfriend the night before had other implications, allowing her to be more fully sexually involved with the rest of the gang for occasions like this. Besides, she didn't have much else to change into at the moment, unless she went all the way back to her own bedroom next door. She kept a few sexy items in the underwear cabinet, but she didn't own anything that could come close to competing with what Brenda was wearing.

In the end, Amy had to resort to wearing the robe she'd worn for Alan a couple of days earlier, that she'd altered to make dramatically short. At the time it had so utterly failed to cover up her bare pussy that Suzanne had made her wear a regular pair of shorts underneath.

Everyone decided that Brenda won the "first round" by having the most outrageous outfit. But then she lost the "second round" when Katherine returned after changing into something even skimpier.

As soon as Katherine appeared in the living room in her new outfit, Susan said, "Angel, I hope you don't think you're going to wear that. Please pardon my daughter, Brenda; you know how wild teenagers are these days."

Katherine played innocent. "What? You don't like my outfit? What's wrong with it?"

She wore a transparent pink top that was completely open in the front. The same material covered her legs up to the middle of her thighs. Her crotch was covered by panties that were also somewhat transparent but less so than the rest. Had she had any hair on her bald pussy, it would have shown clearly.

Before Susan could respond, Suzanne said, "I think it looks very sexy. You should keep it on because, after all, it's just us girls. What do you think, Brenda?"

Brenda replied eagerly, "Oh, definitely keep it on. It's like a lingerie party! Susan, you have to give her points for bravery, not discourage her. By the way Katherine, I can't help but notice you shave down there. Why is that?"

"For Alan, of course! He likes it that way. And for me. It feels divine when he runs his fingers against my baby smooth skin down there."

Brenda showed her obvious worry with a serious frown. She had a desire to rush to the bathroom and shave off her bush.

Susan saw that and put a friendly hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. Tiger loves a nice full bush just as much. Think about Suzanne and me."

But Katherine teased, "Think about Amy and me. He likes shaved pussies better!"

The conversation turned to the pluses and minuses of bald pussies. It became a rather spirited argument, with Brenda caught in the middle.

With everyone else in opposition, Susan was unable to get Katherine to change her outfit, so Susan changed her own outfit to an extremely low-cut black satin dress. Even so, due to her competition with Katherine's and Brenda's garb, she let her shoulder straps slip down to her elbows more often than not, frequently exposing her nipples. And that was without Alan around. She was thrilled to show herself off to other women, though she justified it by telling herself that it was all about outdoing the others.

Brenda couldn't help but notice Suzanne's comment that "just us girls" would attend the card game. That left her nearly frantic with worry that Alan wouldn't be there, since she'd looked forward to seeing him all week and had dressed to entice him.

A few minutes later, she managed to ask Suzanne, "You said something about 'just us girls.' Isn't Alan going to join us later?" She hoped she hadn't made her interest sound too obvious.

Suzanne just replied enigmatically, "Perhaps." She knew Brenda had the hots for Alan way more than the ultra-busty millionaire was willing to admit, probably even to herself. The "just us girls" comment was a lie, as everyone except Brenda knew, but Suzanne let Brenda twist in the wind a little bit to build her anticipation.

Brenda wanted to press the issue more, but she didn't want to appear too eager, so she kept quiet. She didn't realize just how clearly her eagerness and her worry about Alan's lack of participation was written on her face, not to mention all her earlier behavior and comments.

Despite her improbably curvy body, her sex life had been nothing but dull for too many years. Now that her repressed submissive side was coming out, everything seemed to be arousing her. Just the fact that she was with other gorgeous women wearing ultra-sexy outfits and talking about things like the pros and cons of shaving their bushes was a great thrill. She knew that going without panties was going to be a big challenge for her, given how wet she could get, and already her pussy was getting wetter by the minute.

The women started to play a game of bridge.

Amy said that she didn't know the rules, so she would just sit it out and watch. She was happy just to be there and be part of the group.

As had happened at the previous poker party, the women soon found themselves talking about sexual things and telling sexual stories. The stories mostly revolved around their sexual adventures with Alan, usually discussing events that had happened in the prior week. The Plummer house women were now more honest with each other, and more comfortable with Brenda, so they went into details that they wouldn't have revealed the week before. The women were all so in love and lust with Alan that they genuinely had nothing but good things to say about him. But wanting to impress Brenda, they exaggerated his sexual prowess even more than they usually did.

These stories quickly had their intended effect on Brenda, even though she already knew most of the stories involving Susan. She didn't have any Alan stories of her own to contribute yet that the others didn't know, and she felt too self-conscious to detail her wet dreams to anyone other than Susan or Suzanne. But she listened raptly, constantly goading them for more details.

Susan appeared to have completely forgotten her moody morning, when she had despaired and demanded to see a psychologist, as well as the revelation about Ron. There really was nothing that could make her happier and more excited than talking about her son's sexual talents. In fact, once she got going, the others sometimes had trouble getting a word in edgewise as Susan described some of her fondest blowjobs in minute detail.

Everyone got so horny from these accounts that when their bridge game ended and Suzanne suggested they make the card game more interesting by playing strip poker, there were no objections.

Brenda did have one practical complaint however. "This is going to be the shortest strip poker game of all time. Look how few items of clothes we're wearing to start with!"

"You shouldn't complain," Suzanne replied. "If we count your gloves and boots as two items each, not to mention your collar, you're wearing more items than anyone else. But you do have a point. Take me, for instance." She looked down at her skimpy dress. "My dress is the only item I'm wearing, if you don't count my high heels. Actually, now that I think about it, I think we can agree that shoes are excluded for everyone, since we have a rule in this house to wear high heels if there's any chance of Alan showing up. That means your boots too, Brenda, since they've got decent heels on them."

Brenda nodded in agreement. She could feel her excitement growing as she imagined Alan looking at her while she was standing in nothing but her boots. However, her anxiousness about Alan not being there was also growing.

Suzanne continued, "But I do have an idea. We can count each exposure of a naughty bit as a separate item too. For instance, if I pull this dress down over my nipples, that can count as one item." She pulled the dress down, as if a visual example were necessary. "If there's a dispute on what counts as an item, we can resolve it by majority-rule vote. Does that sound good to everyone?"

It did. The five of them began to play.

At first, everyone was at least somewhat nervous. To be naked in the Plummer house was no longer any cause for nervousness, but to be naked in front of four other people, especially since one of them was a relative stranger, was scary for some, like Susan.

Brenda was the most nervous of all. She wasn't used to being naked the way the others were, and she had already gone out on a limb with the outfit she was wearing. She had gotten to know Susan and Suzanne in the last few weeks, but she still barely knew Katherine or Amy, so their presence greatly increased her fear of having to strip.

But luckily, Amy lost the first hand. She was the first to have to officially bare her chest, but she responded with her usual blissful, nonchalant attitude towards nakedness. That did wonders to help everyone else relax.

Trying to break the ice some more, Brenda said to Amy, "By the way, congratulations again on becoming Alan's official girlfriend. That's a big honor."

Amy beamed. "Thanks! It is! And I'm one of his personal cocksuckers too! That's also totally official and everything!"

Brenda asked, "And do you like sucking his cock?" She couldn't believe she'd just asked that in a group full of people, but it seemed like the logical question.

"Oh boy! Do I ever! Like it? I love it! And I totally love it when he fucks my tits too!" She'd been holding her cards up, but she put them face down on the table so she could push her boobs together in imitation of a titfuck.

Brenda smiled at that. She expected nothing less from one of Alan's lovers. "What do you think though about having to share him with other women?"

"Well, it's not like I have a say in the matter." Amy grinned and giggled at that. "He gets to do whatever he wants, and I don't. But all in all, it's cool. I don't think I could handle his big thingy all on my very own. Heck, I know I couldn't! And the other night, Aunt Susan and I got to lick and suck him together. That was totally awesomiferous!"

Again, Brenda was very impressed. Such answers helped convince her that she was lucky to even be in this group.

Alan sat in his room while all this went on, doing his homework to help pass the time. Or at least he tried to. In fact, he was antsy and unable to accomplish anything, knowing that Suzanne was downstairs working on getting Brenda and the others naked in preparation for his grand entrance.

By eight-thirty, the strip poker game had been going on for half an hour. It had also turned into a freewheeling party, with wine, lively music, and more Alan-centric sex stories loosening everyone's inhibitions.

Suzanne judged the time was right for Alan to get involved, so she went upstairs, nominally to use the upstairs bathroom. She knocked on his door.

As she poked her head inside, she said, "Sweetie, come down to the living room in about five minutes. I think you'll find a nice surprise." She gave him a wink full of promise.

He asked, "Brenda's there, right? Any special instructions on how to handle her, based on the latest developments?"

"Nah. You're getting pretty damn good at this. Keep playing aloof and hard to get. I know I've told you that already, but it doesn't hurt to say it again. Overall, just be yourself and you'll do great."

Chapter 2

In contrast to the previous weekly poker parties where he'd dressed up, Alan chose to wear only his typical T-shirt and shorts. That was a power move to show Brenda that she (and the others) dressed to the nines to please him while he didn't have to make any effort to dress up for her.

As Alan walked down the stairs towards the living room, he had a rough idea that he'd see women playing cards in various states of undress. But once he got there and witnessed the actuality, the sight exceeded his expectations. He thought, Dang! It's like the female cast of Baywatch is playing strip poker, but these women are even hotter than those TV stars.

But what pleased him most was to see Brenda again. As he stepped into the living room, he was careful not to sound too eager, so he said, "Hi, Brenda. How've you been?"

She already had her top pulled down enough to expose her pointy nipples. She felt proud to show off her fantastic body to Alan, but she was very embarrassed about it too. Her face turned red and she was momentarily struck speechless by his arrival.

Alan thought, Damn! Holy fuck! She is seriously stacked! Of course I knew that already, but seeing her like this, with her boobs presented as if on a platter, it's like getting punched in the stomach. It's such a WOW feeling. She's way more endowed than even Mom or Aunt Suzy! I mean, I knew that already, but seeing it like this ... WOW!

However, he successfully hid his enthusiasm. Mindful of Suzanne's advice, he was very careful to act as if what he saw was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, after his initial glance, he made a point of only looking at her face, at least for the moment.

Brenda, by contrast, was utterly failing in her attempt to act "normal" and "cool" around him. She stammered, "Alan?! What are you doing here? Suzanne, I thought you said the game would be just us girls!" She bashfully covered her chest with her arms, an act made nearly pointless by the sheer size of her boobs. Her tit flesh bulged out everywhere around her fingers.

She hadn't fooled anyone with her act of being bothered by Alan's arrival. In fact, she was already so aroused that she was speaking to his crotch, unable to take her eyes off the huge bulge she saw there, which seemed ready to burst free of his shorts.

Suzanne said, "I thought Tiger would be too busy with his homework to join us, but it looks like he's finished."

Alan correctly picked up her hidden message to follow up on what she'd said.

"Yeah, I just finished my homework, so I'd be delighted to join in or just sit back and watch. Whatever suits you ladies best."

"I'm sure you would," Brenda said in a complaining tone of voice. "But I don't want a young man ogling my body. I've already lost my top!" Her supposed **** was almost comical, because she didn't realize how her lusty desire was written on her face.

He sat down to watch the game anyway, incredibly aroused by the whole scene. "Well then, Brenda, you should play better to make sure you don't lose more clothing."

As far as the game was going, at that point Brenda had actually done fairly well compared to the others. She'd only lost once. After much joking encouragement, she elected to expose her long nipples since they were begging to be freed of their constraints anyway.

In contrast, Susan and Katherine were already topless, Amy had her dress off, leaving both her tits and ass uncovered, and Suzanne had her dress bunched up around her stomach, covering nothing of strategic importance. (However, her pussy was hidden from most eyes by the table, provided she remained sitting.)

Brenda continued to try to present a bold front, attempting to hide her strong feelings for Alan. So she replied, "That's easy for you to say. This is so embarrassing! Would you look at this? I'm not even partially covered up. You can see my nipples, and my breasts are jiggling all over the place!"

But in fact, her rather feeble attempt to act outraged turned into an opportunity to show off her partial nudity. She moved her arms away from her chest so Alan could see exactly what she meant. "I might as well get it over with. It's not like I can play cards all evening with my hands over my chest. Damn." She picked up her cards, no longer trying to block his view of her monstrous rack.

Alan thought, Nice, Brenda, nice. I can't wait until I'm pounding Alan Junior through THAT bottomless cleavage. She's so fucking STACKED! Wow. I wonder if I should take my dick out right now to give it some air. Or maybe even get someone to tend to it like they did during the fashion show.

Nah. Not yet. That would probably freak out Brenda this early in the evening, not to mention who knows how Mom would react. Would she scream in protest, or demand to take charge of the stroking? There's no telling with her lately, before she gets seriously horny. No, it's better to hold off a bit until everyone is even more hot and bothered. I'm sure I'll be enjoying a lot of stroking and sucking before the night is over. Patience, my Padawan, patience.

So he said, "Brenda, it's no big deal. Look around. Everyone is topless or more. No big whoop."

He was playing her perfectly, because the more he ignored her, the more she wanted him. To be ignored or even to have to compete for attention was an almost unprecedented experience for her, ever since she'd developed her outlandish rack as a young girl.

Brenda's plan to act cool and collected didn't last long. Within minutes of his arrival, she started to overtly flirt with him. But that didn't earn her his exclusive attention, even when she used her bare tits as a lure. After a few more minutes had passed, she saw him blatantly stare at Suzanne, which made her envious - she wanted that to stop. She cupped her tits with both hands and lifted them, sheepishly smiling in his direction. That got his undivided attention, but only for a while.

Susan wanted Alan to be looking at her, so she stood up and asked if anyone wanted more to drink. In fact, that was just an excuse to get her exposed rack bouncing. She rocked back and forth on her high heels, deliberately causing her pendulous breasts to sway and rock around in circles.

Alan, predictably, sat mesmerized at his mother's blatant tit show, not to mention the fact that her pussy was on view as well.

Brenda reclaimed his attention by raising a hand to her head, lifting her chest and jiggling her tits. She smirked in triumph.

But she didn't hold his attention for long, because Katherine said something and gave him a smoldering look that made him shift his focus to her.

So Brenda had to resort to greater and greater extremes. Soon she started overtly playing with her nipples, just to win more of his attention. She tried to justify this to herself by pretending that she was drunk, although in reality she wasn't even tipsy.

Susan, meanwhile, continued with her tit show, now finding herself very irritated by Brenda's larger rack. She'd thought that she'd gotten over that, but realized that she hadn't. Now she and Brenda were in direct competition for Alan's attention, each primarily using their fantastic bust, so it was only natural that their competitive instincts would come to the fore.

Soon there was so much jiggling going on that Alan joked, "I don't know what it is, but all of a sudden I'm feeling very hungry for some Jell-O."

Amy cupped one of her tits and asked, "Would you like some milk with that?"

Everyone laughed, but it also reminded Alan of Amy's inspired milk incident earlier that evening, and also of the fantasy of breast-feeding from his mother's chest, as Amy no doubt knew it would. Alan was surprised, since Amy wasn't known for saying such things. But he was also pleased, and became very aroused when he imagined Amy pregnant and lactating.

When it was time to deal the next hand, Alan joined in.

It seemed that Brenda's luck vanished as soon as he started to play. Perhaps her mind was too preoccupied by his presence, or she was too busy modeling her body in sexy poses for his benefit. A part of her wanted to lose on purpose, to help her win the "titty war" of attention. But a part of her was afraid of losing more clothes, mostly due to the presence of Amy and Katherine.

For whatever reason, she lost the next three hands in a row, so she had to take off both her gloves and then what remained of her top.

She made a big protest out of each loss, although she was secretly loving it. In the end all that remained was the narrow strip of fabric that covered portions of her crotch and ass.

She made a fuss about her losses. "Susan, what am I going to do if I keep losing? How long will it be before he sees me completely naked?"

Alan asked, "Aren't you completely naked already?" He wasn't able to see her lower body, due to the table being in the way.

"No, I'm not. See?" She stood up to show that she was wearing just the bottom part of her black outfit. It covered little more than a typical pair of panties. One could already see rivulets of cum sliding down her inner thighs.

She clutched at her immense boobs and subtly moved them a little bit. "It's just not fair. You should have warned me that he'd be playing." She reluctantly sat back down.

Susan loved Brenda's appearance of distress, even though she could tell it was at least partly a pose. "Tell me about it! There's not much we can do; he's the man of the house now. I find myself naked and humiliated by him on a daily basis. You might as well get used to it too. It seems to be something that especially happens to big-breasted women, so you probably don't stand a chance."

Brenda didn't reply to that, but she found it strangely arousing. Susan's right! I don't stand a chance. Before the night is over, I'll be naked and kneeling, slurping on Alan's fat cock! No, wait! As much as I'd love for that to happen, I can't be too easy or he won't want me for anything more than an occasional quick suck or fuck. I want him to fucking OWN me! Wait, did I really just say that? Scratch that. But I need to be one of his personal cocksuckers, at least!

Besides, do I really want to do something so utterly humiliating in front of four other women? Okay, don't answer that. I'm too horny already! I can't think straight! I need to shut up, stop thinking, stop flirting, and just play these cards.

Susan lost the next hand, so she raised her dress to expose her ass. The dress still covered her crotch, but not much else. Now that Alan was there, she and the other women, except Brenda, had quietly switched to a tactic of deliberately losing. The only reason that Brenda hadn't done the same was that she was still feeling highly conflicted.

Brenda lost the next hand and had to expose her ass. She was so nervous that she just pulled her black formal thong down below her ass without getting up for anyone to see what she was doing. Of course, that pulled it down in front as well, so that it still barely clung to her pussy while revealing part of her bush.

Suzanne said, "Hold on. Time out. Brenda, how do we even know you did anything? I can't see a change from here."

Amy was sitting next to Brenda. She did a quick visual check and reported, "Mom, it's cool. Her ass is bare now."

Suzanne replied, "Still, it doesn't count unless Alan can see it. Brenda, stand up and show him."

"Do I have to?" Brenda was blushing, already on the verge of cumming.

"You do."

Brenda reluctantly stood up. She covered her tits with her arms, even though that wasn't where the group's focus was. She turned so Alan and the others could take a good look at her bare ass.

Suzanne said, "Not good enough. First off, what are you doing with your hands over your tits? Put them on your head!"

"Do I-"

Suzanne interrupted her, "If you ask 'do I have to' one more time, Alan's going to spank you like you've never been spanked before! Or I'll do it myself."

Brenda put her hands on her head with startling speed. This spanking talk redoubled her arousal, causing her to breathe heavily, which in turn caused her uncovered tits to start waltzing around on her chest.

But her humiliation wasn't over. Suzanne added, "As for your ... whatever you call it, that black thong that was covering your ass, it's not all the way off. Brenda, I've changed my mind. Bend over and grab your ankles. Alan, Sweetie, please do the honors and pull it down a little lower."

Brenda gasped. Oh no! Please, no! But she wanted him to touch her more than she didn't. When she bent over as ordered she was dizzy with **** lust.

Alan was very happy to get up and "help" with the situation. He brazenly put both hands on Brenda's bare ass cheeks and then asked Suzanne, "How far should I pull it down?"

Brenda immediately complained, "He's touching my butt!"

Suzanne shrugged. "So what? Don't you remember last time, when he 'measured' you all over, including your ass? Anyway, Sweetie, I leave it up to you."

Alan just stood there and fondled Brenda's ass cheeks for another minute or two while everyone else watched. Then, finally, he yanked her black thong down about three more inches, just enough for it to barely still cling to the very bottom of her pussy lips on the front side. He said, "That should do it," and gave Brenda a friendly smack on her ass as he walked away.

Brenda's face had been turning redder and redder, and she was clenching her teeth with her eyes shut tight as she struggled not to cum. She thought she was finally in the clear - just barely - but then he gave her that final ass smack. That pushed her over the edge, due to her spanking fetish.

She quickly sat back down, now that she was allowed to again, then bent forward with her big boobs resting on the table, to hide her lower body as much as possible. Then, with her teeth still clenched and her eyes closed, she had an orgasm. It was fairly quiet, which was remarkable given how aroused she was. It helped that a collection of lively Motown 60s hits was playing at the time.

She didn't know if anyone else had noticed her orgasm; in fact, they all had. But no one let on, so she hoped that she'd gotten away with it. She **** herself to get back to playing the card game right away, even though she was still reeling and flying high.

She thought, Shit! That was fucking frightening! I suppose I'm lucky I got away with just a little ass feel that time. But what about next time?! The night is young! If only the others weren't watching, I'd let him do anything to me that he wanted. But, please, not in front of a crowd!

Then it was Suzanne's turn to lose. All her private parts were already exposed, with her outfit bunched around her waist, so the only thing left was to take it off completely.

She loved to ham things up, so she prolonged the removal, mostly for Alan's benefit. When she finally did get it off, she made it look as if the act itself had given her an intense orgasm.

The sight of Suzanne struggling to get her clothes over her head and the inevitable tit jiggling that followed took Alan's breath away.

He thought, I've lost count of how many times I've stopped breathing in sheer awe tonight, and I've only been sitting here a short while. This has got to be the greatest five sets of tits ever put together in one place. I swear to God!

Suzanne had left her shirt for last. So after she took it off, Brenda said, "You're completely naked now. Does that mean the game is over?"

Suzanne replied, "Of course not, unless we all want it to be. Does anyone want it to end?"

A long silence indicated that there were no takers for that idea.

Ever since Alan had arrived, Brenda had been trying to use her "hard to get" approach, so she felt obliged to say something. "I suppose I can't quit now and ruin the game for everybody." That was a pretty feeble excuse, and in fact she was the most eager of all to keep going, which was saying a lot. She covered up the ensuing awkward silence by asking Suzanne, "So what happens if you lose again?"

"The usual rules," the pale beauty replied, as if those were obvious to everyone. "If all of the clothes are gone, the person with the highest hand gets to pick a dare for the person with the lowest hand to do. The winner can't be part of the dare in any way. Didn't you ever play strip poker when you were younger?"

"No. I got busty at a young age and kept growing, so my parents kept me on a very tight leash." Brenda was wistful at that reminder of all the fun she'd missed out on in her youth.

Katherine said mischievously, "Your parents kept you on a tight leash, eh? Mom, did you hear that? Sounds like an excellent suggestion to me. Now you know what I want for my birthday - a tight leash so I can be ordered around naked on all fours!" She giggled.

Brenda felt as if a sharp shock had been delivered straight to her pussy when she imagined Alan holding her leash and walking her around like a pet. She actually felt her nipples tingle as she imagined them brushing lightly against the carpet. But then she caught herself. No! I can't think like that; that's wrong! Even Susan would think I'm weird. I've gotta hold it together!

Susan chastised her daughter, "All right, Angel, I think that's quite enough joking." To the group, she asked, "Are you all sure we should keep this game going, after comments like that?"

"That's what your boundaries are for, Susan," Suzanne pointed out. "We all respect your boundaries. Are you willing to respect them too, Brenda?"

"Of course." Brenda wanted to keep the game going so she could get Alan to want her, not to mention the fact that she was having so much lusty fun. She believed that Alan must be attracted to her - she'd yet to meet a straight man who wasn't - but she remained frustrated that he seemed able to resist her ample charms, and she was planning on changing that.

She thought, He's not like ordinary guys. I need to be patient and step up my game. Most of all, I can't appear too needy! Normal, cool, and calm, that's the plan. If I play my cards right, who knows? I could wind up in his bedroom with my lips tightly sealed around his great cock! He might even fuck me all night long!

Suzanne said, "Okay then, let's continue. Unless you don't want to, Susan?"

Susan was silent, but briefly blushed. Despite her protestations, her pussy was pulsing. Her mouth could complain all she wanted to, but her pussy wasn't going to let her end the game. Furthermore, her breasts were also being very insistent that they wanted the game to continue. She didn't have particularly long nipples - that was another thing of Brenda's that she was jealous about - but her areolae crinkled and her nipples stood out about as long as they'd ever been.

Chapter 3

Suzanne pressed on with the game, dealing the next hand.

Brenda lost that hand, which meant it was time for her to expose her pussy. Although her pussy was mostly exposed already, she had to slide what remained of her outfit down below her knees. (That left her only one turn where she could take that off altogether.)

This time she stood to do it herself, because she was too embarrassed to have Alan "help" her again. That revealed a pussy which was leaking like an open faucet. Jesus! I'm sitting here in a strange house, effectively wearing nothing but my high-heel boots! This is the kind of situation Susan gets into on a daily basis, and now it's happening to me! I haven't felt so horny in ages, if ever. I can't think of anything in my life to compare to this. Look at Alan over there. He's barely even looking my way, like it's no big deal. Damn! I'm likely to just cum loudly if I can't hold my need in check!

Katherine was also jealous, and had Brenda in her sights, so Katherine teased her a bit. "Hey Brenda, did someone spill a pitcher of water in your lap? I thought that you said you weren't turned on, that you were just humoring us to keep the card game going."

Brenda bit her lip. She was at a loss for words. Finally, she muttered, very quietly, "It's not how it looks..." Trying to change the subject, she asked, "So what happens if I keep losing?"

Katherine's jealousy was flaring; she really wanted to scare Brenda off to reduce the competition. So she tried to shock her with something drastic. "Well, if that happens I suppose Alan's going to have to tie you up, spank you, and generally have his way with you. He'll probably fuck every orifice you've got. So if you've got any self-respect, now's the time to leave."

Little did Katherine realize it, but she was playing directly into Brenda's fantasies; that was music to Brenda's ears. She'd dreamt of bondage for years, so her only response was, "What would he use? Ropes or chains?"

Katherine was so nonplussed by that question that she didn't know what to say.

Suzanne felt obliged to say, "Don't worry, Brenda. He can't do all of that to you, at least not yet. You know how the rules go about dares, after you lose one more hand."

The game continued, though there were many raised eyebrows due to Brenda's comment about ropes and chains.

Brenda thought, Shit! I really blew it! Someone tell me I didn't just say that out loud! My erotic fantasies have to stay just that: fantasies! Even though I'm getting hotter by the minute, I have to act and look normal.

Amy lost the next round, so she bunched her dress up around her stomach to expose her pussy.

Because of the table, Alan sometimes couldn't see what was being shown off down below, unless the person was sitting next to him. So he asked Amy, "Aims, can you stand up so I can see what you've got there? We have to be sure that you've taken it off all the way."

"M'kay!" she answered with her usual bright smile. She held her dress up above her belly button while swaying her hips back and forth to better show off her bald pussy. As she did, she proudly announced, "Alan's my official boyfriend!"

Of course, all the others were already well aware of that fact. None of them were excited about it, but they humored Amy anyway with their smiles.

Brenda thought, Geez, what a ditz. She's so adorable and nice, but doesn't she see that she's less an official girlfriend and more one of his many sexual servants? Oh God! Hot! Such a fucking hot concept! The fact that I'm sitting here tells me that I'm well on my way to being **** to serve him too! Already, he's got me effectively completely naked! In fact, wearing this stupid thing below my knees is even WORSE than being completely naked! What next?! What will he do to my helpless, horny body?! It's like Susan keeps saying: big-titted women don't stand a chance against a handsome, well-hung, clever young man like him!

Dammit! I have to stop thinking like this or I'm gonna make myself cum really openly, and probably really loudly! Gotta, gotta ... act normal!

Susan lost the next hand, and found that she needed to make a similar display. As she gyrated her hips sensuously, she said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Brenda, you may look down on me for acting like some kind of naked slut for my son. And yes, I realize that what I'm doing is wrong, at least from a certain point of view. But my son is just so virile and powerful! He simply can't be denied. He has needs, great needs! Why, even the doctor and nurse say that it's a medical necessity that he has to have his demanding cock drained by big-titted babes over and over and over, every single day! Who am I to resist such a well-hung, cum-filled boy?"

Brenda found herself hypnotized, both by Susan's gyrations and by her provocative words. She longed to see Alan and Susan rutting, almost more than she longed to have Alan lying on top of herself, hammering her endlessly with powerful hip thrusts.

Then Brenda lost again and had to take what remained of her outfit completely off her body. She was still dreadfully nervous, so she simply slipped it down her legs while sitting in the chair.

Suzanne could see that Brenda was horny enough to be pushed further. She said, "Tut tut, Brenda. You already know that's not how we do things around here. Didn't you hear Alan's request to Amy that she stand while stripping?"

Brenda gulped. It was one thing to show off her breasts. She did that nearly every single day, though they were clothed, since everyone always stared at her chest, pretty much no matter what she was wearing. She could even handle just sitting there completely naked, since the table did much to protect her from view. And she'd managed to get through her sexy humiliation of having Alan "help" her with her ass. But she wasn't used to making a public display of her pussy.

She actually trembled as she stood. She closed her eyes, as if having them closed somehow meant this wasn't happening, as if not being able to see them meant that they were unable to see her. She hated how she was admitting her great arousal by the cum flowing down her thighs. She also hated how standing like this brought her to the very cusp of cumming again.

Susan could be naïve and clueless at times, but this time she could readily sense Brenda's discomfort. After all, Susan had found herself in the same situation of sexual embarrassment many times in the recent past. So, even though she was still struggling with jealous feelings towards Brenda, her innate kindness took over and she tried to be supportive. "Brenda, I think you're doing great. And you're so brave. You have a very lovely pussy."

Amy could see what Susan was doing, so she also began praising Brenda's pussy. She always liked to be helpful. "Yeah, Brenda, it's a way super great pussy. My boyfriend is totally gonna love poking it, I'm sure."

Suzanne tried to be encouraging as well. "Brenda, relax. You have a great body. Stand proud. And yes, your puss is pretty cute too."

Katherine, though, was filled with jealous bile. She didn't like being that way, especially when the others were saying nice things, but she simply couldn't will away her strong emotions. However, she managed to stay silent instead of blurting out something insulting.

Brenda found the experience of having a group of women discussing her openly-displayed (and very wet) pussy to be extremely humiliating, yet also strangely freeing and exhilarating. This was doubly true since she was acutely aware that Alan was closely looking at it too.

Her knees nearly buckled when she heard Susan add, "It's so pink and wet and perfectly formed. Very wet, in fact. I know Alan will just love fucking it. That pussy needs a good taming. Tiger, don't you want to nail the shit out of her? I know you do!" (As so frequently happened, Susan's jealousy towards Brenda had been temporarily suppressed by her overwhelming lust.)

Brenda was incredibly aroused by the way all the other women took it for granted that Alan would soon be fucking her. She held her breath to hear what he had to say, but he remained silent.

Somehow, his apparent indifference turned her on even more than if he'd praised her effusively. It was as if he didn't care one way or another.

Eventually the comments trickled to an end and she sat back down.

But then Suzanne pointed out to her, "You still have your panties, or whatever you call them, on just below your knees. Do we need to have Alan help you again?"

"NO! I can do it!" She immediately stood back up. She was fearful that if Alan so much as stood near her, she would cum, hard. She took some deep breaths in an attempt to calm down, although all it really did was show off the heaving of her huge tits. Then she turned around, bent over, and slowly pulled her remaining piece of clothing down her legs and then off them altogether.

Then, knowing that Alan had to be watching, she remained in that position, even spreading her legs wider.

Suzanne, having realized Brenda's spanking fetish, said, "Hey Sweetie, check out Brenda's ass. How would you like to warm your hand giving those ass cheeks a good spanking?"

Knowing that he was supposed to be acting aloof, he just grunted incomprehensibly.

Suzanne was tempted to tease Brenda much more, but she could tell from the way Brenda's legs were shaking that their guest was already extremely close to cumming. So she relented and let Brenda sit back down without further comment.

Brenda remained quite nervous, especially because she realized that she was now eligible for a dare if she lost once again. Gaawwwd! I'm just sitting here - buck naked! At any moment Alan could order me to do anything to him, and I know I would do it! I hate to admit it but I'd suck his fat cock with everyone watching if he'd just say the word. It's so scary, because he probably WILL soon! I haven't felt this aroused and alive in YEARS!

As the game continued, all the women except Brenda continued their talkative banter, making jokes and lewd comments.

For instance, Katherine, who generally remained in a good and horny mood (except when thinking about Brenda), teased Amy when Amy turned to show off her wide ass to the group. "Aims, is all that white goo dribbling out of your pussy courtesy of Alan? Damn, I didn't realize he'd tapped you already, but he sure tapped you good!"

Amy blushed, and replied, "No. I wish! That's just me."

Alan generally tried to remain silent in such situations, figuring that was the safest response. At times, the others talked about him like he wasn't there, but of course he heard every word. His dick stayed hard, and he was increasingly tempted to get someone to "take care of it". He even considered stroking it himself, although that would undoubtedly trigger another lecture about 'the sin of Onan' from his mother. But he knew that the other women of his house were setting Brenda up, and he didn't realize just how hot she was for him already, so he guessed it still wasn't time for him to ask for some help with his dick.

Brenda usually refrained from talking, because most of it was the other women making sexual comments and compliments to each other. She felt very uncomfortable with anything smacking of lesbianism. She had mixed feelings about the flattering comments about her looks unless those comments came from Alan, but since he hardly said a word, her curiosity and desire just continued to grow.

Meanwhile, Katherine hadn't lost a hand in a long time, so she was still merely topless. That frustrated her so much that she half-jokingly complained, "No fair! Brenda, you're losing far too much lately. Let some of us lose on occasion."

Everyone laughed at that, but by now Brenda had also decided that losing was the better strategy if she wanted to prove herself to be the sexiest woman in the room.

Only Alan was still trying to win. As a result, he won virtually every hand; by the time a round had ended it was rare if any of the women even had a matching pair of cards.

Amy lost the next hand, which left her totally naked, causing her to let out a loud whoop of triumph.