Mixeed Emotions: Part 2

CHAPTER 4

The three teens watched Susan go. Once she went in the house and closed the sliding door behind her, Amy turned her attention back to her hand sliding up and down Alan's boner. "Bummer. That would have been totally fun."

Katherine nodded. "Next time. She's afraid of losing herself to lust. I get that. And stupid religious ideas are still holding her back. But she'll get smart before long; I'm sure of it." She redirected her focus. "Now, Aims, let's titfuck!"

"M'kay! So we're definitely lubed up now, right?"

Katherine giggled. "Unfortunately, yes. But that's okay. I'll just sit back and watch, since it means a lot to Mom. Trap him tightly in your cleavage again." (Amy's upper arms had loosened their pressure on her tits in the last minute or two, while she focused more on jacking him off.) "Then, just slide your tits up and down. From there, freestyle! Experiment. Do what you want. It's super easy."

Amy created a tight tit-tunnel again, tighter than before, by using her hands instead of her upper arms. She resumed sliding her tits up and down in tandem. "Cool beans! Like this?"

"Exactly." Katherine watched for a minute, and then added, "The only thing is, it's good to vary things up. If you touch yourself, it's not that arousing, because your mind knows it's gonna happen even before it happens. If someone else touches you, it's a whole different thing, because you don't know what'll happen next. Getting in a steady rhythm is good in a way, but it also can become boring. So, every so often, change it up. For instance, instead of going up down up down, try down up, down up."

Amy gave that a try. "You mean this?"

"Yep! Good job. But don't stop there. You can vary all kinds of stuff. Like going from boobs in sync to having them out of sync. Or varying the pressure, or focusing on different parts of the shaft. You still want to stimulate the sweet spot most of the time. Plus, you can use your fingers, breathe on it, even lick it a little bit. And that's just for starters!"

Amy said with a tinge of sadness, "I probably shouldn't lick it."

"No, I guess not. But you can do all the other stuff. And have him hold your tits together sometimes. Then your hands are free to roam. You can even check yourself for bumps!"

The girls giggled at that reference.

Alan kicked back, closing his eyes to better savor the erotic joy. Since the lounge chair was tilted all the way back, it was as if he were lying down on a bed. His penis had been stimulated off and on for quite a while, beginning with Suzanne, so he was already highly aroused. His challenge was to stay there for a long time.

Katherine figured they'd be there for a while. She rushed into the house and found some suntan lotion, and then rushed back. She was surprised not to find Susan masturbating naked in the kitchen. (Susan was masturbating, but upstairs in her bedroom. She couldn't handle watching the titfucking, because she really was a little scared about it being too arousing for her to handle.)

Katherine wanted to respect her mother's rules this time, especially since the chances were high that Susan would be watching them from one window or another. So, while she kept herself from touching Alan's penis, she had fun applying the suntan lotion all over his body, her body, and Amy's body too. It allowed her to fondle most anywhere. If Susan complained about it, she figured she had the good excuse of trying to prevent sunburn.

Time passed. With Katherine's advice and guidance, Amy was able to keep Alan from cumming for a surprisingly long time. In addition to giving titfucking advice, such as when to vary things up, and how, she also showed Amy how to watch for signs that Alan was getting too close to orgasm, and taught her how to ease up just enough until the crisis passed. Sometimes, there was no option but to resort to a prolonged strategic break, and she showed her how to sense the timing for that as well.

But eventually, after half an hour, both Amy and Alan got too tired to carry on. Amy switched between titfucking and a handjob, but was in danger of running out of energy for both things. And Alan could only squeeze his PC muscle for so long. So eventually, he announced it was almost time.

Katherine got behind Amy for the big moment. "Okay, Aims! This is it! Now, you have a choice: where do you want his cum? In your mouth? On your face? On your tits? Or some combo?"

Amy's energy revived in anticipation, and she stroked his shaft vigorously. "My mom probably wouldn't like the mouth. So let's try... on my face! I keep hearing how great that is, from you and Aunt Susan!"

Katherine said, "Okay, Bro, you heard her. Ready, aim... fire!"

It took a few seconds after she said "fire," but he pointed his hard-on right at Amy's chin and let loose. Luckily, Amy knew to close her eyes, so he quickly splattered his way all over her face. It was already after lunch and he hadn't climaxed since the night before, so it was an especially large load. He would have targeted Katherine too, but she was behind Amy, so he painted some of Amy's bosom as well before the cum ran out.

Katherine had deliberately stayed out of the way so Amy could have the full facial experience. But she also reached between Amy's legs from behind and fingered her best friend to orgasm. She timed it just right, so Amy peaked right as her face was in the middle of getting doused.

Alan had sat up but with his eyes shut tight for most of their mutual peak experience, since everything was too intense to handle. Once he'd started firing, he'd had to guess with the rest of his aiming. But now that it was done, he opened his eyes and saw a very cummy Amy beaming with her usual bright smile right in front of him. Just the sexy sight of her marked with his cum made him shiver with arousal all over again.

Amy asked him, "So, how'd you like that, Bo? Did I do good?"

"You did VERY good! Wow! Aims, you're the best! Well, tied for the best, with certain sisters who shall remain nameless." He winked at Katherine.

Katherine repositioned so she could face both Alan and Amy. "Nice save, Bro." Her focus was mainly on Amy though. "Girl, the big question is, how did YOU like that?"

"AWESOME!" Amy raised her arms high up in the air, as if in victory. "Cummilicious! Spermtastic! Megaorgasmowonderiferous!"

Katherine asked, "What did you think about him cumming on your face?"

"That was the best part! Maybe it was because I was having a big tingly thingy of my own, but it was a total rush! I feel like totally, like... like..." She searched for the right word.

Katherine helpfully suggested, "Owned? Tamed? Marked?" She swiped a cum gob off Amy's nose and licked it up.

"Well, kinda. But I'm thinking more like... connected. It could get kinda yucky though, now that it's done."

"Au contraire!" Katherine gleefully told her. "Now comes ANOTHER best part, which is eating it all up. It's even better if you can share. You can feed some to me, and I'll feed some to you."

"M'kay!"

Alan was already lying back down on the lounge chair. He closed his eyes. Oh, man! I can't even bear to watch that. Seriously! Too sexy, too soon!

Her heard Katherine ask Amy, "So, how do you like the taste?"

"Yummy! Super yumtastic! I've heard what everyone has been saying about the taste, and it's totally true. It's like fruity candy. I could eat this all day!"

Katherine replied with smacking sounds and then a moan of pleasure as she obviously ate up some more. "Me too. And the cool thing is, we totally can! Stroking, sucking, and titfucking cock, and then feasting on his cum! That's gonna be you and me from now on. Of course, we'll have to share with my mom and your mom, but I figure there's plenty to go around."

"I'm totally cool with that," Amy replied with her usual enthusiasm. "Sharing is fun. Especially with you."

"Awww. Thanks!"

Alan kept his eyes closed, but thought, My GOD! Why won't that happen? That's definitely going to happen. That's amaaaazing!

A few minutes later, with all of Alan's cum eaten off her face and tits, Amy asked Katherine, "So, what comes next?"

Katherine said, "Here's a super great thing. If we can get his penis erect again, then we can do it all over again! I know you're kind of tired, since that was your first real time with him, so I can take a turn. If that's okay with you?"

"M'kay. Sure!"

But Alan said, "Hold your horses. For one thing, I don't think I can get it up again anytime soon, even if I want to. The downside of lasting that long is that I'm all tired out. But also, we can't just sit around and do this kind of thing all afternoon long."

Katherine put her hands on her hips and asked with irritation, "Why not?"

"Well, it's good to have some balance. We've got plenty of time for this, but we should make time for other things too. For instance, I don't want my social life to totally die. I already made plans earlier to meet up with Sean and Peter."

Katherine groaned and rolled her eyes. "UGH! Whatever."

Alan said, "I know. I'm not wildly crazy about the idea either. But the fact is, a man has certain physical limits. Six orgasms a day is a lot more than most guys can manage, I'm sure. That's about my limit. It's good to space things out. A couple of hours at the beach is a nice diversion."

He added, "Besides, let's not totally overdose on this kind of thing. The good news is, now that we've started with this kind of intimacy, we can keep doing it from now on. And Mom has her rules, and Suzanne has hers" - he looked to Amy - "but those will fall by the wayside before long. It's already happened with other rules. Things are just gonna get better and better."

Amy dramatically raised a fist up into the air. "Three cheers to that!"

Katherine and Alan raised their fists too, and the three of them spoke together: "Three cheers to that!"

CHAPTER 5

Around three o'clock, Alan left with his friends for the beach. That was a late start, but he'd made his plans with his nap habit in mind, and he didn't leave until after he'd had a good nap.

He generally went to the beach at least once a week, since they lived less than a mile from the ocean, but lately he hadn't been going so much. He thought it was time to fix that.

When he left for the beach he'd only cum once that day. He figured he'd end up well below six times for the day, but rationalized that he could use the break.

The last time he'd gone to the beach, he'd gone to White Sands Beach, the one most frequented by most of the kids from his high school. But that was where he'd had his embarrassing encounter with Heather, in front of his friends. He had no desire to run into her again; no matter how beautiful she was or how much fun having sex with her was, his instincts told him that she was very bad news.

He didn't want to live in fear of her. But he was going to the beach mostly to take a break from the extremely enjoyable but emotionally exhausting sexual roller-coaster he'd been riding lately, and he didn't want to deal with her. So he went to one of the other nearby beaches instead. It was a wide sandy beach frequented by lots of tourists, framed by a boardwalk used by bicyclists, joggers, and the like.

For a while, he had a very ordinary and uneventful time. He'd arranged to meet Sean there. They had fun talking and ogling all the eye candy.

But after he'd been there about an hour, he had a big surprise. As he and his friends walked down the main boardwalk, coming from getting snacks at a snack bar, he saw Katherine and Heather walking together down the boardwalk in the other direction, headed right for them.

He was quite surprised to see her doing something social, and apparently of her own free will, with the "evil" Heather.

Together the two girls made quite a sight as they walked down the boardwalk. Katherine wore sunglasses and a one-piece bathing suit, while Heather wore sunglasses and a revealing bikini.

Alan thought it interesting that, while he considered his sister quite tanned, she seemed almost pale in comparison to Heather's deep golden brown tan.

He was also surprised to notice just how tall Heather was. He figured she was only about two inches shorter than his sister's five foot eleven, and Kat looked really tall too. Then he realized that they were both wearing high heels. That was a bizarre thing to see at the beach, even if they were still walking on a concrete boardwalk, but that's what they were wearing.

Alan thought, Whoa! Look at the two of them sashaying my way. It looks like they're in a mood to flirt. Their high heels were certainly an indication of that.

Wait, what? High heels? The fact is, nobody ever wears high heels to the beach! But Sis knows how much I love high heels these days, so that must have something to do with it. I'll bet they conspired to wear them and then catch me while walking on the boardwalk, instead of on the sand where they'd have to take off their shoes.

But why? Why?! Heather must still be interested in me, even after we had sex, as mind-blowing as that sounds. I get that. But why on Earth would Sis help the one she always calls "Her Royal Bitchiness?"

Heather was the first to speak as the two groups grew close. "Well, well. Look who we have here. Alan. ... and friends." This was an inside joke, referring to the last time Heather had run into Alan at the beach. He had been with Sean and Peter but she couldn't remember his friends' names, so she had just referred to the three of them as "Alan ... and friends."

Even though it was a joke, Alan realized that it was also a clever cover-up because she probably really didn't remember Sean's name or the name of the two other friends he'd run into and happened to be with, even though she should have known them all from sometimes being in classes with them. Alan was the only one who showed up on her personal radar; she couldn't care less about the others.

Alan was a bit formal, unsure of how to act. "Hey Katherine. Heather. What brings you guys here?"

Katherine replied, "Oh, that other beach gets boring. We figured you never know who you might run into on this one."

Alan knew for sure from the way she said that that this encounter was no accident.

Before he could reply, Heather asked, "So Alan. How are things hanging?" The innuendo in her voice was obvious to all but the most clueless.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, Alan's friends were some of those most clueless. He wouldn't have minded some sexual teasing, though the presence of Katherine was a bit disconcerting when doing that in public, but he realized that he was stuck with his three nerdy friends.

Each one of them was infatuated with Heather, with his best friend Sean having the biggest crush on her of all. He couldn't figure out how to get some time with her without raising suspicion or having his friends want to come along. If Heather had suggested that they all go roll around in the garbage at the local garbage dump they probably would have agreed immediately, just to prolong their time near her.

Alan knew how infatuated Sean was with Heather, so he tried to do something nice for him. He said, "Hey, Heather. I just realized you might not know my friends." He nodded to his left. "This is Sean." Then he pointed to his right. "And these guys are Derek and John."

"Hi guys," Heather replied with only the thinnest veneer of politeness. She all but yawned in their faces.

Sean was so moony over Heather that he appeared oblivious to the fact that she'd completely failed to recognize him from the last time he was with Alan at the beach, or when the two of them had run into Heather in the Baskin-Robbins, or the countless other times Heather had crossed his path. In her mind she classified him as a complete nerd and thus not worth remembering.

But to have Heather say "Hi guys" was like manna from heaven for all of Alan's friends. None of them were capable of a reply, so they just nodded their heads over and over like complete imbeciles.

Heather paid them no more mind, saying to Alan in a sultry voice, "It's a good thing we ran into you, 'cos we're looking for someone to help with some painting. I hear you're very, very good... at painting. I have a bare snatch of wall that could use your talented fingers."

Alan was highly distraught at Heather's innuendo. He knew that Heather figured the bizarre idea of painting a pussy would never occur to Alan's friends, so she was free to talk about it in such blatant terms without worrying much about them catching on. But he worried that saying things like "bare snatch" instead of "bare stretch" was pushing her luck. The fact that Katherine was giggling up a storm didn't help matters.

Alan tried to play it straight. "Um, yes. I can help with that."

"Good. I'd like to work you in real soon." Her voice was dripping with lust.

Sean though, was clueless and said, "I can paint too."

Heather brushed him off. "I'm sure you can, but Alan has the whole package." She looked at Alan with hunger. "So, bring your package around and we can work it in. That'll be a blast. You can cover my walls with your wet... paint."

Katherine was on the verge of **** by giggle.

Alan decided the only safe option was escape. "Yeah. Let's do that. We've gotta go now though."

"Oh, do you? Looks like you're having a ball with your friends - or would you like to have a ball with me?" She thrust her hips out in a sexy pose to make her meaning clear.

Alan looked over at Sean and then at his other two friends. He couldn't believe that her innuendo went over their heads, but it did. They looked like they were struck stupid. Alan was embarrassed for them and desperately wanted to get away from them, as much to avoid the pain of watching them flail about socially as for the chance to be alone with Heather, but he still couldn't figure out how to manage it. With their painful example in mind, he replied, "Oh, you wouldn't want to hang out with a nerd."

Heather smiled, remembering fondly the last time Alan had bantered with her about the nerd topic. It was just after he'd fucked her hard and long for the first time. She raised an arm above her head to play with her ponytail in a deliberately provocative pose as she replied, "Oh, I don't know about that. I hear nerds are underrated. In fact, some of them are quite impressive, the way they SCORE highly. What about you, Alan? Would you like to score ... highly?"

He looked back at his friends. Sean appeared to be completely lost in some La-La Land, and the others weren't much better. Alan figured they were so awed by Heather's posing that they weren't paying much attention to her words.

But to his surprise, his other two friends were gawking at Katherine, not just at Heather. Even though Katherine's one-piece bathing suit was much less revealing than Heather's two-piece, it was way more revealing than the kind of clothes she typically wore at school. She never wore anything remotely revealing in public, except for the required cheerleading outfit. Other than some of the cheerleaders, everyone still thought she was as goody-goody as could be.

Sean knew Katherine well enough because he was so close to Alan, but the other two failed to recognize her as the socially conservative girl from school and assumed she was a new, tall busty hottie.

Alan finally remembered to reply to Heather's question. Seeing that immediate escape was futile, he tried to reply to her sexual banter with some of his own. "Of course I love to score, uh, well. But to do that you have to do a lot of cramming." He adjusted the hard-on that had rapidly sprouted in his bathing suit.

Heather was radiating sex so strongly and he was radiating it back so much that it felt like they were fucking each other without even touching.

Heather joined in with Katherine's giggling. Then she replied, "Cramming? What an excellent idea. I certainly could use a lot of help with cramming. Do you think you could help me with that? An all-nighter of nothing but solid cramming; that sounds like exactly what I need. I need to work you in with that, too."

Katherine's giggle fit was dying down, so Alan looked over to her to see how she was reacting to all of this.

She gave him a private wink. It seemed as if she was enjoying this tremendously, though Alan could also detect some frustration. Presumably, she was upset that she couldn't join in the banter as well.

As much fun as it was, Alan worried that if they kept on like this, either he would cum in his shorts or his friends would finally get wise (though he half-seriously guessed that Heather would have to yank off her bikini, bend over, and have Alan fuck her doggy style right there in the middle of the boardwalk before they caught on that something sexual was happening).

He said, "We'll have to do that one of these days, Heather. But right now we're going to, uh..." He struggled to think of something they had to do, since all they were really doing was lazily hanging out, but then he remembered the boogie boards they'd brought along. "Um, boogie boarding. Ah, er, go boogie boarding. Yeah. We'd better do some of that while the waves are good."

Heather was hardly deterred. "Oh? You're going to ride the waves? Well, if you can think of anything else you'd rather ride, give me a call." She wiggled her hips, the invitation blatant to all but nerds who were too agog to really listen to what she was saying.

"Okay. I will." He waved goodbye to both girls.

However, Heather had one last trick up her sleeve, thanks to the bikini she'd chosen to wear. She and Katherine turned as if they were about to walk back in the direction they'd come from. But then Heather stopped and looked over her shoulder. She said to Alan, "You know what? It's probably for the best that we go. I've been meaning to call my friend Simone. She told me that if I didn't call her this afternoon, she'd have my ass. Can you just picture that, Simone having my ass?"

Alan's friends had already started to walk away and talk among themselves, but Alan was rooted to the spot. He knew that Heather's dialogue was completely unnecessary except as an excuse for more blatant innuendo. What she really wanted him to do was to stare at her ass.

And what an ass it was. The amazing thing was that from the front, Heather appeared to have a fairly standard two-colored bikini. But from the back, the bottom piece was little more than a narrow G-string-like thong. There was nothing but acres and acres of extremely firm and toned ass cheek to admire. Heather may have been vain about her looks, but she was also a fanatical exerciser. There wasn't an ounce of fat to be seen anywhere on her backside.

Alan's heart was pounding as he gawked at her gently undulating butt cheeks. He was fairly certain that he would cum in his shorts if Heather didn't get away from him soon.

But instead, she just continued to stand there, continually and slowly shifting her weight from one leg to the other. Her bronzed skin was alluringly shiny from all the suntan lotion she was wearing. A light sheen of sweat from being out in the sun sparkled seductively in the sunlight as her powerful buttocks lazily moved and rubbed against each other.

The situation was made even worse for Alan when Heather asked him to imagine Simone "having" her ass. He didn't know what that meant exactly, but it brought up all kinds of debauched images of black-on-white lesbian lust. He knew that Heather was all but daring him to sink his rock-hard erection into the hot, steamy valley between her clenching ass cheeks, humping her in broad daylight.

Finally she prodded, "Well? Alan? Are you sure you aren't up for some ... cramming? Maybe later tonight, perhaps? Or painting. We could do a lot of cramming, and then end with you painting my walls. Maybe even two or three coats."

You could have knocked him over with a feather. Had he been more coherent, he might even have taken her up on her offer, because the sight of her ass and all the talk of "cramming" sounded pretty great to his frazzled brain. But all he managed to say was, "See ya."

Heather frowned in confusion. She was so surprised by this apparent refusal of her none-too-subtle invitation that she didn't know what to say next. She didn't know what else she could do to convince him, given that they were in public. She resolved to regroup and try other tactics with him some other time.

She walked away slowly, making sure to cock her hips with each step to greatly emphasize the shifting of her weight from ass cheek to ass cheek as she moved.

Katherine did the same. They walked in tandem for greater effect, moving as if in slow motion, turning lots of heads as they went.

Alan's friends had been talking to each other, because they had assumed the girls had already walked away. But they finally turned around, immediately joining Alan in his intense ogling.

Sean's jaw almost literally clattered to the ground. He looked so happy that he seemed to be on the verge of joyous tears.

Once the two girls were out of earshot, John sang from the Spinal Tap movie,

"Big bottoms, big bottoms,

talk about bum cakes, my girl's got 'em!

Big bottoms drive me out of my mind,

how can I leave this... be-hi-ii-ind?"

That got good laughs as the four of them watched the two tanned asses slowly fade into the crowd on the busy boardwalk.

Alan was also greatly relieved to feel the urgent need to cum fade away, although his hard-on lingered.

As soon as the girls were out of eyesight, Sean plastered himself at Alan's side and said to him excitedly, "Dude! I knew Heather knew you, but I had no idea you were actually friends with her! She was treating you like a real, actual friend, talking to you and everything. How did that happen?!"

Alan responded, "Did you notice she's with Katherine? I know her 'cos she knows Katherine. Remember? They're on the cheerleading squad together."

"Oh. Yeah. Can you introduce me?"

Alan rolled his eyes. "I just did."

Sean was disappointed to realize that was true, and that it hadn't amounted to that much, but before he could formulate a reply Derek blurted out, "Who did you say the other one was? Katherine? Damn, she's hot! I'd totally do her."

John nodded. "Totally! Holy shit, which one is more fuckable?"

But then Sean, finally showing some sense, said, "You idiots, Katherine is Alan's sister."

"Oh! Sorry," Derek said apologetically.

"Yeah, sorry man," John agreed. "I really didn't know. I mean, I know your sister from school, but I thought that this girl was so sexy that... in that hot swimsuit... And with the sunglasses I couldn't..." Realizing he was just digging himself in deeper, he tried to change the subject. "Hey, did you guys hear what Heather said? She likes nerds! She's actually into guys with high academic scores!"

Sean was extremely happy about that. "Yeah! Who knows, I might have a good chance with her!"

Alan, though, just shook his head sadly. Jesus. I'm with dumb and dumber ... and dumbest. Poor Sean. So sadly deluded. Was I ever that much of an idiotic dork? I hope not. I think it's that they're all so infatuated with her that their brains stop working. Man, I've either got to clue these guys in a little bit or find some new friends. To think that I just missed out on doing some "cramming" and "painting" with Heather just 'cos I couldn't shake these guys. He sighed.

As now happened nearly every day, he thought to himself about the irony of his general situation. My friends don't even know I've kissed a girl. If only they knew what I've done with these two girls in private! BOTH of them. Even my sister! Whereas Sean would probably have a heart attack and die if Heather so much as hugged him. I should ask Heather to give him a charity fuck; that would be the highlight of his life.

Alan was torn away from his thinking when he heard Sean liken Heather to Galadriel, the beautiful, angelic Elven queen from Lord of the Rings. Alan just shook his head sadly at the depth of his friend's delusion. He saw that Sean was so far gone that he didn't notice the head-shake either.

But while Alan mentally kicked his friends for being brain dead, he could lose his own head as well. Prior to running into Heather, he'd resolved to avoid her at all cost. But afterwards, he'd completely forgotten that resolution. Instead, he started to think about when and where he might be able to fuck her again. So, in that sense, Heather's teasing invite was a success: she was simply too deliciously fuckable for him to resist completely.

CHAPTER 6

Suzanne had been doing some paperwork while sitting in her living room. But her thoughts were often on what was happening in the Plummer house, and she tried to keep tabs whenever possible. So, when she heard the sound of a car going by, she looked up and saw Alan in it. She realized that she had a golden opportunity to find out about something that had been driving her bats.

She hurried next door to the Plummer house and found Susan up in her bedroom, sorting through her clothes. She proclaimed dramatically, "A-ha! I've got you now! There's no escape!"

Susan was nonplussed. "Oh, hi. Back so fast? What's up?"

Suzanne had her hands on her hips. "What's up is that you've been slowly driving me insane with this great Brenda secret of yours. There's always one excuse or another why you can't tell me what it's all about. But now Sweetie's gone, so nothing important is happening. You can't possibly wiggle out of it this time!"

Susan's face lit up. "Actually, I don't want to wiggle out of it. This is a great time for that. Let's go downstairs to the den and I'll show you."

Suzanne huffed melodramatically, "Fiiiiinally!"

"Oh, but first, we need to take off our clothes. You'll see why shortly!"

Suzanne pumped her fist. "YES! Now, we're talking!"

After they both got naked, Susan went first and got the zip-lock bag containing the memory card of the nude photos of Brenda out of her hiding place. Then she had Suzanne enter the room where she showed Suzanne the card. "THIS! This is the mystery! It's a memory card from a camera."

"I can see that," Suzanne barked impatiently. "And?!"

"And... it contains over a hundred pictures of Brenda in the nude! Taken by yours truly, with her full approval, so we can show them to Tiger!"

Suzanne was shocked, not to mention impressed. "Are you kidding me?! How did you swing that?!"

"It's a long story, and I'll tell you all about it. But instead of just talking about it, why don't we look at the pictures too?"

"Yes, please!" Suzanne eagerly snatched the memory card from Susan's hand and practically flew to the computer. She waited impatiently for the computer to awake, then put the card in the card reader. "This is great! Have you seen them yet?"

"No, I haven't. But I took them, so I know what we'll see. Believe me, this'll knock your socks off!"

It wasn't long before Susan and Suzanne were sitting at the computer desk, looking at the first photo in the series. It was of Brenda standing completely naked but for high heels, striking a sexy pose.

Suzanne immediately asked, "This is the FIRST picture? Is that right?!"

Susan proudly proclaimed, "It is! AAALLL of them are of her COMPLETELY naked! Did I do good, or what?"

"Susan, this is incredible! I'm so blown away that I could just kiss you! In fact, I will just kiss you!"

They shared a brief smooch while rubbing their great racks together. However, it didn't last long because they were both keen to see more pictures.

Suzanne whistled in appreciation as she clicked through a few more.

"It gets better," Susan said. "She started off a little hesitant at first, but before long she relaxed, and then became VERY horny. I'll bet those are the best. We took them expressly to show Tiger, but I promised to crop her head in the ones we select so he won't know it's her."

Suzanne exclaimed, "Fuck that! Oops, pardon my language, but that's bull honky. That would just ruin some great erotic art. Besides, what would be the point? Doesn't she know that nobody else has a body like hers? Sweetie hasn't even seen her naked yet - and he will, boy, will he! - but it doesn't matter. Her curves are unique. Nobody else has tits that huge on a frame that slim and shapely. Nobody! Ditto with her ass. She's got a 'booty ass' that rap singers should be writing entire albums about! And what about her nipples? Have you noticed how unusually long and erect her nipples are?"

Susan said, "Yes. Well, I hadn't really thought about all that. But I made a deal with her not to show her face. It wouldn't be ethical to do otherwise."

"Okay, I'll make a deal with you. We'll show him some cropped photos. If he doesn't recognize her, then fine. But I figure he'll see it's her in about two seconds flat. If he does, then why pretend otherwise?"

"Hmmm. I suppose that would be okay. But don't give him any hints."

Suzanne was slowly clicking through the pictures as she talked. She stopped at one in particular and whistled. "Wow! What's happening here?! You've got her bent over, clutching her ankles like she wants to get fucked in the ASS! How did you talk her into THAT?! And why is she willing to show these to Sweetie in the first place?! You have to tell me everything!"

Susan frowned uncomprehendingly, looking at the picture of Brenda bent over. "Like she wants to get what?"

Thinking fast, Suzanne quickly muttered, "Never mind. You probably didn't intend anything more than getting a sexy pose." She clicked through to the next picture, hoping to avoid further discussion of the subject. Fortunately, it seemed that there were no objections from her friend.

Susan explained bits and pieces of what had transpired with Brenda while Suzanne clicked through the rest of the pictures. As they viewed them, they both masturbated vigorously. Susan had a better time of it since she could use both hands while Suzanne had to use one to manipulate the mouse.

It turned out that Susan had taken nearly two-hundred photos. Many of them were duds, of course, but there were quite a few startlingly impressive ones as well.

After they reached the last of the photos, Suzanne asked Susan to cover everything that she hadn't already told Suzanne about what had been happening with her new friend Brenda. There was a lot to tell: not just the details of the impromptu photo session, but other important events like Susan's pivotal retelling of her tennis court humiliation, complete with Brenda's use of the dildo, and how they went shopping for sexy lingerie afterwards.

Susan and Suzanne were hot and bothered by the photos, so as they kept talking they continued masturbating. They didn't really touch each other, perhaps so the story-telling wouldn't get derailed, but by the time Susan finished they each had experienced two nice orgasms.

After getting Suzanne all caught up, Susan asked her, "Well? What do you think? How did I do as a schemer?"

Suzanne opened her eyes wide. "You did great! You out-schemed me, practically! Damn, girl. I'm more than a little impressed."

Susan smiled from ear to ear. But then she asked uncertainly, "Do you think Tiger will approve?"

"Of course he will! My God! Brenda is definitely past the point of no return now. Oh, but wait."

"What?"

"Uh, it's not a big deal, but after I had manipulated events for the last poker party so carefully, Alan was somewhat chagrined. He felt kind of like a puppet on a stage, because the outcome had basically been determined in advance by my scheming - that is, unless he totally screwed up. So I promised that I wouldn't interfere for the next poker party; I'd just let events take their natural course. Which I did. But then you came along and schemed even better that I could have!" She laughed.

Susan laughed too. "I guess he'll just have to live with it. He can drown in his sorrow while Brenda is ceaselessly sucking his big, fat cock! I can't imagine him getting too upset at that."

Suzanne chuckled at the image. "No, I can't either. And I don't see him crying in anguish over these nude photos of her. But still, we should probably lay low and just let whatever happens at the poker party on Wednesday happen. Brenda's at such a point that her momentum will keep the sexy times going. We don't need to interfere."

Susan looked away shyly. "Well, it's kind of late for that, because I sort of made some plans."

Suzanne arched an inquisitive eyebrow. "Oh? And what are those?"

"When Brenda and I were shopping yesterday, we had a grand old time. It was magical. The whole time we were shopping, we were talking and thinking about what we'd wear to make Tiger's cock nice and stiff. And in the middle of that, I sort of invited her to have dinner here tomorrow night."

"Oh, really? Monday night, huh? Well, I don't see what's so bad about that. True, you set that up, and he'll obviously have to know about it, but it's up to him how to play it. He could be aggressive and try to make a move on her, or he could play it cool and make it a 'getting to know you better' kind of thing. We should let him take the lead, and go with whatever method he chooses. How does that sound?"

"Good," Susan replied. "But knowing him, he'll take full advantage and take the horny approach."

"True!"

They shared a laugh over that.

Suzanne wondered to herself, I must say, Sweetie is turning out to be MUCH more of an endlessly horny stud than I ever could have imagined when I started my scheme rolling. His stamina seems to be improving by the day! Did I just get really lucky with him? Or do many men have that potential, who would react similarly if a whole bevy of busty beauties were fighting over the chance to please them every single day? I'll bet it's about half and half.

He really is one lucky dog. Almost absurdly so! I should tone things down a notch or two, except that we're all having so much fun! No matter how many great sexual adventures he has, he always treats the next one with wide-eyed wonder, and always brings his nice, stiff cock to the party. As long as that's the case, why should we ease off?

Suzanne still had one or two more important questions to raise. "Susan, I must say, you really earned your scheming wings. I love how you've got her thinking that she has only a small chance with him, so she'll have to go all out to impress him. But I know from years of experience that you're not the scheming type. So how did you manage this so well?"

"That's easy. First, I just followed the instructions you'd laid out already, like the 'playing hard to get' and 'small chance' stuff. Secondly, I was one step ahead of her all the time because she's just like me. She's how I was when all the sexy fun started over a month ago. So I just imagined what I would do if I were in her shoes, how I would think, and I figured things out from there."

"Excellent!" Suzanne was impressed again. "Does that mean you're getting to like her better? Or are you still letting your jealousy about her big boobs affect you?"

Susan considered that carefully before replying. "Both, I think. I am getting to like her a lot. She and I are on the same wavelength on a lot of things, which is nice. But at the same time, I can't get over my feelings about her bigger breasts, and the rest. But I manage to push that aside most of the time, especially when Tiger isn't there so we're not competing directly for his attention."

Suzanne raised a curious eyebrow. "'The rest?'"

"You should see her naked, up close and in person. It really is daunting. Not just her boobs. For instance, you wouldn't believe how easily she cums, or how copiously she leaks! Where is all that liquid coming from?!"

Suzanne said, "Believe me, I noticed, from the photos. It really is something."

With some more time to kill before Alan came home, Suzanne got busy using Photoshop to crop some of the best pictures of Brenda. She saved all the original non-cropped versions in a different folder. Then she printed many of the photos, both cropped and uncropped, until the printer ran out of ink.

Susan and Suzanne decided to delay showing the printed photos to Alan. They wanted to wait until a particularly ripe moment. They weren't sure when that would be, but they sensed they would know it when it happened.

While Suzanne was still working on printing the photos, Susan called Brenda and informed her of the progress they were making in cropping and printing them. Brenda was disappointed to hear that there might be a delay before Alan would see them, but she couldn't complain too much since it had taken her two days to hand the photos over to Susan in the first place. Susan promised to call Brenda and let her know when there were any new developments.