When Will I Be Loved?: Part 3

Chapter 7

The card playing resumed, along with the talking and drinking. As time went by, Brenda found her willpower weakening still further, thanks to the highly arousing atmosphere.

What really did her in was when Alan said, "If you'll excuse me, I've been hard so long this evening looking at all you lovely ladies that my erection is really straining my shorts. Brenda, would you mind if I take it out and give it some air? It's so cramped in there."

He'd wanted to do that from much earlier in the evening, but had restrained himself because of Brenda. However, he felt he couldn't hold out any longer, because his dick was in serious pain from being hard and unrelieved for so many hours.

Before Brenda could answer, Katherine shouted, "Woo-hoo! Whip it out, BIG Brother! Brenda, today is your lucky day!"

Susan said in what sounded like a reasonable voice, "Angel, really. We shouldn't **** Brenda to see it; that would be terribly improper. Perhaps if I hold it with both hands to kind of keep it covered..."

Then Suzanne said gently in a whispery rasp, "Sweetie, wouldn't it be better if somebody blew you? With Susan getting you all yesterday, and me having a turn earlier, I think it's your sister's turn next."

Alan answered, "Thanks for pointing that out. You're right. Sis, you're next." He worried about pushing Brenda too far too fast, especially after her outburst, so he said, "But I think I overdid it yesterday. I'd like to just let it hang out a little first. Would that be okay, Brenda?"

Everyone looked at Brenda, who coughed nervously. "Um, it's not my house. I'm just a guest. So do whatever you want, and I'll try to respect your rules and traditions." In reality, she craved to see this much-praised penis so much that she was practically fit to burst, but she was attempting to hide her interest.

Without further ado, he unzipped his shorts and bounced his rigid boner onto his thigh.

Brenda gasped. Jesus! That IS a nice one! So big! So much bigger than Bob's! (Bob was her soon-to-be ex-husband.) Alan had already been hyped so much in her mind that his dick seemed thicker and longer than it really was. GOD DAMN! I think Susan is right. That's a ten-incher, for sure! That's the kind of cock I could learn to love to suck!

The other three women merely licked their lips, as if they were all so accustomed to the arousing sight of Alan's stiff erection that that was their natural response. They looked at Brenda with "Didn't we tell you so?" smug faces.

Alan was sitting across the table from Brenda, but that meant the table blocked her view unless she was leaning way forward. She did so, but it was awkward, not to mention embarrassing.

Suzanne saw the problem, so said to Brenda, "I can tell you're curious. There's nothing wrong with that. In fact, it would be good to get that curiosity out of your system. Here." She stood up, pulled an empty chair up to Alan's side, and then returned to her own chair on the other side of him.

Brenda protested feebly, "I couldn't." But the look in her eyes showed she wanted nothing more.

Suzanne replied firmly, "You can. You will. In fact, that's an order."

"Well, if you insist so strongly..." Brenda got up and moved to the empty seat next to him. But even that wasn't enough: she leaned over and placed her face even closer to his crotch to get a really good look. She tried to act like a dispassionate scientist studying a new specimen, but without much success. For one thing, her eyes were open too wide, and her mouth was hanging wide-open as well.

Susan was practically bursting with pride over her well-hung son. "What do you think? Isn't it just like I said? A ten-inch monster! Look at it throbbing with heat and virility!"

Brenda was still trying to act as if she was just a curious scientist. She found herself saying, "It IS bigger and thicker than a normal penis. I've never had one like THAT in me before. It's hard not to wonder what it would feel like in my mouth. Would I even be able to wrap my lips around it?"

Then she put her hands over her mouth and blushed when she realized what she'd said out loud. She added shyly, in an increasingly **** voice, "If you'll excuse me, I'll be back in a jiffy."

Brenda walked to the bathroom in a slow and dignified manner, but as soon as she entered it, she nearly ripped her panties off as she eagerly frigged herself. The others could hear quite a few muffled but loud squeals originating from the bathroom.

While she was gone, Suzanne leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially to everyone else, "Don't look now, but I think we've got a hot one on our hands!"

Katherine quickly took Brenda's vacated seat. A second or two later, she had two hands jacking Alan off. "No, I'VE got a hot one in MY hands!" She giggled.

Susan frowned at her daughter's "improper" behavior, but she didn't try to stop her. She asked quietly about Suzanne's "hot one" comment, "What does that mean exactly? If Tiger wants a sexy big-titted mother figure to suck his cock, he's got me for that. Or you."

"Yes," Suzanne patiently whispered back, over the sound of Katherine's sliding and sloshing hands. "You and I, and Angel here, are his mainstays. But as I keep telling you, his daily orgasm needs are so severe, he needs a lot of variety. Not all the time, mind you; just once in a while. You're letting your jealousy over her breast size get to you, and you know it."

Susan bowed her head, unable to refute that.

Suzanne said more encouragingly, "Try to look at this in a different light. Wouldn't you like to see him conquer and defeat a busty beauty like her? Don't you want to see her on her knees, naked and begging for the privilege of just licking his thickness for a minute or two?" She was saying those words to get Susan to be agreeable, but they were arousing everyone at the table, including herself.

Susan considered her reply. Suzanne's right. I certainly don't like her oversized boobs and the way my cutie Tiger looks at them. I can't help it. Doesn't he know that I'm his fully dedicated cocksucker now? Can't he tell that nothing makes me happier than feeling my jaw stretched open wide and my lips sliding back and forth over his sweet, sweet spot? I could do that all day. What does he need Brenda for?!

On the other hand, I do have to admit that it makes me hot to think of her naked and begging for his cock! My son's great big cock! Bowing her head low, giving in to the power of his mighty shaft! I have to admit it would be nice to have someone else to talk to about the joys of serving him. But then again, more cock for her means less for me. On the other hand, it seems like she NEEDS to be tamed by him. She's just so ... well, I don't know. Needs to be put in her place. That's it! Busty beauties like her need to be put in their place, and that place is between Tiger's legs, wearing nothing but high heels and sucking and licking for hours!

Susan's thoughts were interrupted when everyone heard loud, orgasmic cries from the bathroom.

Suzanne looked over at Katherine's hands sliding up and down Alan's thickness. Then she looked at Susan. "Well?"

Susan thought, I still don't like her much. But I bet I'd like her a lot more if she dedicated herself fully to serving Tiger's cock! She grinned. "That would be nice." She shot a wicked look at her son. "Go get her, Tiger!"

Since the moaning and squealing from the bathroom suggested Brenda would be a while, Suzanne whispered to Katherine, "What do you think, Angel? Do you mind?"

"Not at all," she replied as her hands kept up their relentless sliding. Actually, that wasn't exactly true either. She was already concerned that she was losing out to more voluptuous women, so Brenda's even more outrageous figure was a big source of concern for her. But she figured that if it was just a one-night stand or something like that, she could afford to appear magnanimous. Even doing so once a week at their card game wouldn't be so bad.

Suzanne heard a door opening. "Quick! Angel, back to your seat!"

"Awww! Do I have to?" She made no sign of stopping or even slowing down.

"No time to argue! Do it!"

Katherine let go of Alan's dick, since Suzanne was rarely that insistent, but she defiantly remained in the seat. She wanted to have fun, and she felt that it was her turn next.

Sighing, Suzanne got up and went to Katherine's vacated seat, so that Brenda would have **** but to sit next to Alan.

When Brenda returned, walking through the living room to reach the dining room, she saw the changed seating arrangements. She couldn't help but suspect that Katherine had been doing something to Alan's erection while she'd been in the bathroom, or at the very least that Katherine had wanted to sit right next to her brother's exposed privates.

This bothered Brenda, but not nearly as much as it aroused her. She almost had to turn around and rush back to the bathroom to masturbate some more.

Chapter 8

Brenda resumed playing cards, trying to act calm. She'd tried to clean up again as best she could, but with less success this time. She clearly had that "just fucked" look, and she knew that the others all knew it.

She was frazzled. Soon, her attention was more on the stiff cock lying in the open next to her than it was on the game. The last time, her bathroom masturbation hadn't quenched her desires, but only raised them.

So, after another ten minutes or so, when Alan lifted his boner up and started idly stroking it without even saying anything first, Brenda's eyes nearly popped out of her head. It was so close that she could have reached out and held it, and she was sorely tempted to do just that. The fact that the other three women happened to be busy talking among themselves about how delicious his cum tasted didn't help matters. Nor did it help when Brenda looked at the other women's faces one by one, watching each deliberately run her tongue around her lips just for fun, to tease him.

A few minutes later, Katherine complained, "MoooOOOOOoooom! Alan is committing the sin of Onan!"

Susan chided him, just like a typical mother, "Son, how many times do I have to tell you not to do that?"

Katherine went on, "Brother, what have we all warned you about? Chafing. No need for you to do that yourself with your tennis-scarred hands. Leave it to some soft female hands. Like mine." Since she was already sitting next to him on the side opposite Brenda, she simply reached over to his lap and started jacking him off.

Not surprisingly, Brenda gasped loudly. She clutched at her massive orbs and squirmed in her seat. SO ... FUCKING ... HOT! Just look at that! She's his sister! So much thick cock meat in her hands! Her heart raced wildly and her chest heaved so much that her tits swayed up and down, even though her hands were there holding them tightly.

Katherine couldn't help but crow a little, since she'd boldly achieved a fait accompli. She goaded Brenda, "Don't worry; we would NEVER ask you to help stroke this fat cock. You've made your position very clear, and we respect that. So don't think about it; you just sit there and enjoy the card game while I run my hands all over my brother's thick, hard, slippery pole!" She'd deliberately said the word "brother" because she'd noticed that any reference to **** seemed to inflame Brenda's lust even more.

Brenda thought, My position? What's my position? My position should be sitting right on top of that god-damned gorgeous pole! Sitting on it, bouncing on it! IMPALING myself on it, over and over again! Um, but she's, uh ... Oh yeah. I said I had no interest in him and that he should leave me alone. Did I really say that?! Shit! I must have been out of my mind!

She forgot all about anything else and just stared wantonly at Katherine's sliding fingers. She couldn't have been more aroused if someone was in the middle of giving her a fast, hard fuck. She had to continually clutch at her huge melons, because her outfit gave her no support and they would have been bouncing around wildly otherwise. But she had trouble keeping her hands still, and she wound up subtly caressing them most of the time. Actually, there wasn't much subtle about it.

Alan had noticed how much the spanking talk had thrilled Brenda earlier, and he wanted to test that further. So he said to Katherine, "Sis, be careful. You know what happens if you make me cum too soon. I don't want to have to give you yet another spanking."

That pushed Brenda over the edge. It had only been fifteen minutes since Brenda's last bathroom trip, but she stood up and declared, "I, um, I, uh ... I have to go to the bathroom again! I have, uh, the runs or something. Excuse me!" She rushed off.

However, she wasn't fooling anyone, not even herself. If anyone still wasn't wise to her real purpose, the orgasmic sounds that soon emanated from the bathroom certainly made things clear.

Katherine quipped, "So, do you think Brenda's having a good time?" Then she dropped her face into Alan's lap, swallowed his shaft, and started bobbing.

Susan complained, "Angel! Please! You can't do that. It's terribly improper!"

Clearly, Katherine didn't care about that mild admonishment. She twisted and turned her head this way and that to surprise his cock with unexpected movements. She even slurped and moaned extra loudly, as if rubbing in the fact that she was the only one in this prime position.

However, Alan tapped his sister's head. "Um, you should stop. Really. I don't know about 'improper, ' but I'm too close to the edge!"

So Katherine pulled off and sat back up. Seeing the pained look on his face as he struggled with his PC muscle, she even removed her hands from his dick, for the moment.

Trying to ignore the sounds coming from the bathroom so she could make her point, Susan started to say, "Angel, we really need to talk about the boundaries of what's acceptable behavior for you. I understand you're eager to service his cock, and believe me, I sympathize. But when there are other people in the room..." Her voice trailed off as the sounds from the bathroom grew impossible to ignore.

Everyone in the dining room giggled as Brenda's intense screams grew louder and louder before coming to a sudden halt. Brenda obviously was not quiet during her orgasms. They all were amazed they could hear her so clearly, considering that the downstairs bathroom was a good distance from the dining room.

Alan whispered, even though Brenda was almost certainly too distant to hear, "So, what should I do? Should I make a move on her tonight? If she's not hot to trot right now then nobody is!"

Suzanne leaned forward conspiratorially again and whispered back, "You're not gonna like this, but I say no. Sure, her body is aflame right now. She'd gladly agree to help stroke your cock. Heck, she'd probably even suck it. But then she'll probably feel regret tomorrow. We're playing a longer game here. Better you keep fanning the flames so she'll be even MORE eager next week, and the week after that."

Susan frowned and asked, "Just how many weeks will it be before he's totally tamed her?"

Suzanne responded with another question. "You do like her, don't you?"

Susan shrugged. "She's okay." Although she got along well with her, Susan remained jealous of Brenda's larger breasts. Her attitude toward Brenda kept flip-flopping.

Suzanne said, "Susan, she's a very nice person, bigger breasts or not. Need I remind you what she knows about us, mostly due to your loose lips last week? She could ruin everything. So we all should try harder to become good friends with her."

Susan wasn't pleased, but she didn't have any way to rebut any of that.

Brenda took time to comb her hair and reapply some light makeup, but she nonetheless looked quite disheveled when she returned to the card game. She'd cum so much that she didn't know what to do with her panties. Since she'd neglected to bring a purse where she could have placed them, and anyone could have seen them if she'd tossed them into the empty, open bathroom trash can, she was **** to wear them despite their now incredibly drenched state. She'd given up her futile attempts to wash and then dry them with each bathroom visit. As a consequence, she was making wet, squishy sounds each time she moved about in her chair.

To call Brenda embarrassed when she came back to the dining room would have been a real understatement. Even Suzanne, who'd lately grown used to seeing Susan blush deeply on a daily basis, was impressed at how rosy red Brenda's face had become.

Brenda had trouble looking anyone in the eye, so she just stared down at her lap. That let her peripheral vision see Katherine's fingers sliding up and down Alan's shaft. (Katherine had resumed the handjob just as Brenda walked in, to make it seem as if she'd been doing so all along.)

She thought, Oh fuck me all over again! He's still fully erect, because of course he is! Just look at the pre-cum dripping down her pumping fingers. GOOD LORD! I'm going to be a total wreck again within another five minutes!

As Brenda gawked without looking at it directly, Suzanne said, "Don't worry, Brenda. Yes, we couldn't miss hearing what was happening in the bathroom, but that's okay. That's part of life. Like I said, we live in a newly sexually liberated household. Feel free to be yourself here. Now, whose turn is it to deal the next round?"

The card game proceeded much as before, except for the fact that Brenda's eyes in particular were glued to the sight of Alan's hot pole being jacked off. Every now and then she glanced quickly at her cards to maintain pretenses, but then returned her full attention to the throbbing erection beside her, and to the talented female fingers that were working their way up and down it.

She was staggered at how long Alan's dick was being stimulated without him climaxing. She was right that it was an especially long time. Partly, Alan's stamina was improving by the day, thanks to practice, practice, and more practice. But also, the women stimulating him were developing an uncanny ability to sense when he was close and then either ease up or stop altogether for a while, giving him those much-needed 'strategic breaks'.

Brenda might have grown bored watching a handjob for so many minutes, except that Katherine knew that she had an audience so she went all out to keep Brenda's interest. For instance, she constantly varied what her hands were doing, with an eye for how things would look from Brenda's viewpoint. She would also do things like bend over and blow air on his cockhead, or even kiss it from time to time (while usually getting a few licks in for good measure). Or she would pick up some of his pre-cum on her fingers and then lick them clean with a satisfied sigh.

As if that wasn't enough, Alan's boner was also a frequent topic of conversation. For instance, at one point, Suzanne asked, "Angel, how are things hanging over there?"

"Good. I was neglecting his balls for a while, but I'm rolling my fingers under them now. He seems to like that."

Susan chided like a strict schoolteacher, "Never, and I mean never, neglect his balls!" Her voice turned dreamy. "Why, I could lick his balls all day! And fitting an entire ball sac in my mouth ... Mmmm! Yummy! Plus, there's something special about seeing a busty, naked woman on her knees doing nothing but licking and sucking her man's balls, like she doesn't even have permission to pleasure his cock yet. Don't you agree, Brenda?"

"What?! Oh, me? Um, what did you say... ? Oh yes. Balls. Yes. Wonderful!"

Katherine asked as she fondled, "Mom, you're making me hungry, hungry for balls! I love how they're completely hairless. Can I lick and suck them now?"

Susan replied, "No. Because you know, once you get your lips on them, it'll be just a matter of time before we'll see you bobbing steadily on his delicious cock-meat."

Katherine responded, "But would that be so bad? How am I going to make him cum otherwise? You know how stubborn he is. At the very least, I could use some help here. Brenda could you lend a h-"

Suzanne interrupted. "Angel, no. Brenda's made it clear that she wants no part in this. Isn't that right, Brenda? You have no interest in stroking that thick, long pole of his. Correct?"

Brenda stared longingly. "Well, actually-"

Suzanne cut in again. "And you have even less interest in sucking him off, I'm sure. It's true that right now, you could bend over and bob down to his sweet spot if your mouth can open that wide. Angel would continue stroking the rest, and of course, work on his balls, because it's true we should never forget the balls. Between the two of you working together, you'd probably get him to cum in ten minutes or even less. But that's not going to happen, because you're just here to play cards and observe our unique way of life. Speaking of which, who's turn is it to deal?"

If it seemed like some kind of conspiracy to drive Brenda simply insane with lust, that's because it was. Although there hadn't been any prearranged plan or discussion, everyone was working together to increase Brenda's desire for Alan to simply irresistible levels. There was no need for a complex plan, since events were evolving nicely on their own.

Although Katherine had at least one hand pumping on Alan's boner at all times, she somehow managed to continue to play the card game too. Often she would take a quick look at her cards and then put them face down on the table so she could jack him off with both hands until she needed to do something with her cards again.

She actually was paying more attention to the card game than Brenda was. Brenda had given up all attempts to appear aloof; she'd been reduced to simply staring longingly at Alan's cock while repeatedly moaning and licking her lips. She didn't even bother taking part in the card game anymore. She couldn't, because her hands were so busy caressing her own breasts that she was unable to hold her cards.

Katherine was actually thinking about her cards when she heard Alan mutter quietly, "Oh no!"

Before anyone realized what was happening, his dick started shooting its seed. This was one danger of being jacked or sucked off for extended periods, trying to stay right on the edge most of the time. There was always the danger that that line could be unexpectedly crossed at any moment. The fact that Katherine was still trying to play cards instead of concentrating on sensing the state of his arousal hadn't helped.

Alan's cock had not been pointed in any particular direction, so long ropes of his cum flew through the air. Susan happened to be walking nearby, as she'd just gotten up to get more drinks from the kitchen. She acted quickly, practically throwing herself down over his lap so the ropes mostly hit her face.

Brenda had yet another climax of her own as she watched Alan's cum soak into Susan's beautiful face. She'd never been so aroused in her entire life, not even by sex acts that she'd been directly involved in. It was really the mother-son **** that turned her on the most. She loved the way Susan was so relaxed about it, positively luxuriating in the cum bath that her son was giving her, even as her daughter was the one who aimed his cock and painted her perfect skin.

Susan in fact was quite delighted by the unexpected cum-drenching. As his cum blasts grew weaker and weaker, she took his cockhead in her mouth and sucked on it to make sure she coaxed as much cum out of it as humanly possible.

This was the single most incredibly arousing thing that Brenda had seen in her entire life. She'd been furtively and subtly trying to stimulate her pussy (which was harder to do than before now that she was sitting on the same side of the table as Alan and Katherine). But seeing Susan's sucking lips and the blissful look on her face, she ceased to worry about getting caught. Instead she just rubbed her pussy lips and clit with abandon, although her wet panties were still frustratingly in the way.

Okay, that's IT! God dammit! I need Alan in my life! In my mouth! In my cunt! I need to be one of his sluts! One of his slutty, busty, shameless sluts!

It wasn't long before Brenda came too. But she at least had enough self-control left not to scream out loud. Instead, she let out a series of frustrated, muffled moans between clenched teeth as she fought a losing battle to stay silent.

When her climax ended, she thought Alan and Susan would be done, but she looked back to Alan's crotch and saw that Susan was still licking him, even though his penis was rapidly going flaccid.

Katherine saw Brenda's puzzlement, so she explained, "That's Mom for ya. She's got this thing about having to clean his dick and balls thoroughly each time he cums. If you ask me, it's just an excuse for her to keep licking him, but whatever. Look at his face; he's obviously enjoying it."

At first Susan didn't respond to that. But after another minute or so of licking, she sat back up in her chair, looked at her daughter crossly, and said, "It is NOT an excuse. Keeping his privates sparkling clean is a vital part of what we do." As she spoke, she grew increasingly angry.

She stood there with streams of cum slowly oozing down her face as she complained. "Never mind that. Katherine Anne Plummer, I'm very upset with you. We trusted you with his thick, stiff cock, and look what happened! Delicious sperm flying everywhere! Some of it even spilled upon the ground, so to speak."

"I'm sorry, Mom." She knew how much Susan hated the Onanistic sin of "spilling one's seed upon the ground." Susan took those Biblical words very seriously.

"Sorry? You wasted half a precious load. Look at this: cum on the tablecloth, on the chair, and worst of all, on the carpet! You could have wasted the whole thing if I hadn't acted so quickly." Susan was rubbing his cum into her cheeks as she spoke.

"Mom, it's really my fault," Alan piped up. "I didn't give her proper warning."

Susan fed one of the larger cum gobs into her mouth as she said angrily, "Nonsense. Your job is just to have fun and have lots of nice orgasms. It's up to us, your women, to take care of such things. That's part of the job of being the penis tender. Angel, you can't lose focus. You seemed more interested in the card game than your brother's cock! You have to concentrate intently on pleasuring every last inch of his sweet cock meat at all times, even while doing other things. I'm going to think twice before letting you be in control again in such a situation."

"But Mom!" Katherine griped. "It was my turn to deal! I had to look at the cards!"

Brenda thought, Holy mother of God! She's just standing there, EATING his cum, rubbing it into her skin as if it were Oil of Olay! So fucking AMAZING! And not only that, but Alan's "job" is just to kick back and enjoy life as all these incredible beauties take turns pleasuring him. He must be one unbelievable stud! She squirmed about lustily. She felt like she was sitting in a puddle of her own cum, which wasn't too far from the truth.

Susan gobbled up more cum. "No buts! I'm in charge of this household. Suzanne, why don't you take over? I'm sure you're not going to slip up like that."

Susan then turned to Brenda. "I'm so sorry. This never happens." She was apologizing for the loss of cum, as if the handjob was a perfectly normal occurrence except for the sudden eruption and the resulting mess.

Brenda just stared with a gaping mouth at the cum still slowly dripping down Susan's face. Alan had shot a big load, so there was still plenty of cum on her face even after all her nibbling and smearing. Brenda was so aroused by that that she had trouble not hyperventilating. Even though she'd just climaxed, she already felt the need to cum again.

Chapter 9

Katherine and Suzanne switched seats. Suzanne looked at Brenda apologetically. "Do you mind if I take my top off? It's rather expensive and, as you can see, there's no telling when there might be a sudden cum eruption, or where it might land."

Brenda just stared stupefied, as if her brain were broken. Even her best previous night of fucking couldn't compare to the constant orgasmic joy she'd had this evening.

Suzanne snapped her fingers. "Brenda? Brenda? Can I take that as a yes?"

Brenda partially emerged from her sex fog. "Um, what? Oh. Yeah. Sure."

"Thanks." Suzanne pulled her top off and tossed it aside, then gently shook her shoulders, setting her ample tits swaying.

Even Brenda was impressed, and strangely aroused. She'd never seen bare breasts as large and perfect as Suzanne's, except for her own.

Brenda watched Suzanne take Alan's flaccid penis in her hands and start to stroke it. Since it was flaccid, she fondled his balls more at first, also stimulating his perineum with her finger. She leaned forward to let her big globes constantly jiggle and sway. Adding to this, she whispered sensuously in her scratchy voice, "Aaaah ... Sweetie ... Get hard for me ... Long, thick, and stiff ... And hot! So hot ... Get hard as iron so I can stroke you for a long, long time!"

Brenda panted helplessly. It was as if she were entering a new world, and all the things that she'd previously thought sexually arousing weren't even close. She felt like she was already cumming non-stop, so her actual orgasms were just an extra intense spike on top of that.

Suzanne had noticed Brenda's positive reaction to Alan's comment about spanking, so even as his penis engorged in her hands she added, "Tell you what, Sweetie. I'll make you a deal. If I don't make you dizzy with lust by giving you such an excellent, extremely proficient handjob, you can spank me. No, make it that you have to spank me!" She glanced over at Brenda to see how their super busty guest was taking it.

Brenda had a hand over her pussy and her other hand was fighting the losing battle of trying to keep her tits from bouncing around too much. She felt so much like she was completely naked that she was startled to remember from time to time that she actually wasn't.

Encouraged, and feeling his dick grow still harder, Suzanne added, "Actually, don't stop there. You should spank all of us!"

Normally, Alan would have protested that he would never want to spank her, much less anyone else, but he could see that she was playing to the gallery, so he merely asked, "Including Brenda? Do you want me to spank her too?"

Suzanne was getting caught in her own trap, finding herself surprisingly aroused by all this spanking talk. She squealed with glee, "Yes! Please! I want to see her nude body wiggling on your lap! Whack her hard until her ass turns red!"

Suddenly, Suzanne turned to Brenda and said in a calm voice, "Don't worry. He's not really going to spank you or anyone else tonight ... probably. These are the kinds of things we say sometimes to get his cock fully hard." She looked down significantly at Alan's pole, which was sticking straight up. She tickled her way up and down its sides, making sure Brenda got a good look at all of it. "See? It worked!"

Brenda was a bit disappointed at Suzanne's caveat, but it didn't matter much because she was so hot that it was like trying to cool down a river of lava with a bucket of water. It took all of her self-control not to bend over and take his cockhead in her mouth.

Susan still seemed miffed over the way Katherine had wasted so much of Alan's cum, but all the talk of spanking had distracted her. Once she'd seen that Suzanne's pumping hands had her son's dick fully hard again and throbbing with pleasure, she calmed down and forgot all about it. She felt a sense of peace, and even bliss, just from seeing that his erection was being well taken care of.

The card game eventually resumed, providing an excuse for Brenda to look elsewhere. She calmed down a bit by forcing herself not to look at Suzanne's hands sliding all over Alan's boner, or at least not as much as before. But she couldn't look away entirely, and instead found herself staring at Suzanne's constantly moving bare breasts much of the time.

That led her to ask out of the blue, "Um, you know ... When you all help Alan, with his, uh ... What I mean to say is, when you stroke or suck him, do you usually do it topless?"

Susan answered immediately, almost giddily, "Oh, yes! That's the BEST! It's highly odd for me to even touch his cock with my breasts covered. Feeling your big tits swinging freely in time to your stroking or bobbing, that's an essential part of the whole experience! Besides, it helps you remember who's in charge." She was eager to say more, but stopped because she worried she might be speaking too freely.

Her comment about Alan being in charge hit Brenda like a lightning bolt. In fact, that, plus everything else she was seeing, hearing, and even smelling, got to her so much that she again had to excuse herself to go to the bathroom and "powder her nose" once more.

As she sat on the toilet seat with her fingers digging deeper and deeper into her pussy, she thought, Fuuuucck! I can't breathe! This place is like some kind of cauldron of pure sexual heat! If I go out there and see that Susan still has all that cum on her face, I'm gonna lose it! Hell, who am I kidding? I've already totally lost it! How humiliating, to keep coming in here to cum, but I can't help it! Ugh! God! Good God!

Alan had Suzanne stop her stroking completely as soon as Brenda was out of sight. He was taking breaks whenever Brenda wasn't in the room, so she'd get the false impression that he didn't need to take any breaks at all.

The others all joked about what Brenda was doing while she was gone, especially since this time the sound of her cumming in the bathroom could almost be heard blocks away. They didn't even bother whispering anymore, since she was making such a racket.

Susan asked with a snicker, "What's she doing in there? Giving birth?"

"Nah," Katherine replied. "Not unless she's been storing the fetus in her boobs somehow. Personally, I think she's wrestling with an alligator that came up through the toilet." That set her off in a fit of giggles.

Even Suzanne got in on the discussion. "I think she's redecorating the bathroom with a sledgehammer and a team of axe-wielding Viking berserkers."

Since Brenda was still absent many minutes later, Susan lectured Katherine more extensively on the responsibilities and proprieties of tending to Alan's penis in front of others. She acted as if this had been a long-standing family tradition.

Everyone's arousal level had risen to near the breaking point. Suzanne was so horny that she had difficulty letting Alan take his much-needed strategic break. When she figured that he'd had about five minutes respite, she decided that she couldn't wait any longer. So, under the guise of joining in on Susan's conversation and giving tips to Katherine, she said, "Angel, one of the key duties of penis tending that your mom's failed to mention is delivering him ****, non-stop pleasure. As much as he can handle. Isn't that right, Susan?"

"Well, er, yes, of course. I was getting to that."

Suzanne nodded and continued, "We each have a role to play. Your mom knows I said we should keep our clothes on for Brenda's sake, so she's cleverly kept the cum on her face to help with Sweetie's visual stimulation. Angel, maybe you can play footsie with him under the table. As for me, since I'm the designated cock tender for the moment, I have to constantly find new and unexpected ways to stimulate his throbbing fat cock. So that's why I'm going to nibble on it for a while." She immediately ducked her head into his lap.

Because Susan was sitting on the other side of the table, she couldn't see much aside from the top of Suzanne's curly mass of reddish-brown hair bobbing up and down. She stood up to get a better look, while also fretting nervously. "I don't know ... I would say that goes too far. But look how happy Tiger is ... Suzanne, please hurry it up. We wouldn't want Brenda to get the wrong idea!"

Alan wasn't sure what the "wrong idea" was, considering how much they'd done in front of Brenda already. But he had other things on his mind, because he was riding a wave of great pleasure straight to orgasm. He grunted painfully. "Aunt Suzy! Gonna ... BLOW!"

But Suzanne was way ahead of him. She'd felt his balls tensing up, ready to fire, so she squeezed the base of his shaft in a way that suppressed his ejaculatory response, continuing until the urge had passed.

That close call and his frantic attempt at PC muscle control had wiped him out, though, so she reverted to languid licking for a while.

Brenda came back a few minutes later, after about a ten minute absence. This time she looked like she had stumbled in from a back-alley gangbang. She'd made only cursory attempts to brush her hair back into place with her hands, and her skin was lightly flushed and sweaty all over, especially down in her cleavage.

Suzanne had intended to switch back to slowly jacking Alan off as soon as she heard the bathroom door open, but she'd started playing a game of sending Alan secret messages by licking the shapes of letters over his sweet spot. (Unfortunately, he was so overwhelmed by the varied stimulation that he didn't realize there was a pattern in her licking, so he'd failed to decipher her 'sweet nothing' love notes.) But attempting that had distracted Suzanne so much that she didn't notice Brenda's return until Brenda was standing above her with a shocked and lust-filled expression on her face.

Brenda looked poised on the edge of either lust or outrage. Katherine didn't know which outcome was more likely, so she made the cheeky comment, "Wow, I've never seen such a well-powdered nose."

That cleverly reminded Brenda of what she'd just been doing in the bathroom, and the fact that no one could have missed her piercing screams. The anger on her face vanished, leaving just her obvious lust.

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Suzanne figured that as long as she was "busted" for doing this much, she might as well go all out. She brazenly engulfed his cockhead and began steadily bobbing over his sweet spot, all the while keeping her eyes on Brenda to gauge the reaction.

Brenda sat back down in her chair next to Alan, but kept her eyes on Suzanne's bobbing head, which was reaching over his lap from his other side. Brenda was seriously blissed out. She was fairly drunk from the wine they'd been imbibing throughout the evening, but she was even more drunk with the high from her repeated masturbation and everything she'd seen. She'd climaxed so many times already that it seemed to her as if the evening had been one endless orgasm. Ironically, she was still a little pissed off, but only because she was used to being the center of attention when it came to sex, and it was clear that Alan would have been just as aroused if she hadn't even been there.

Nobody mentioned the elephant in the room, which was made all the more obvious by Suzanne's loud slurping noises.

Brenda thought, Fuck me, AGAIN! They're not saying anything because this is normal. They've been holding back for my sake. But this is how things truly are. What's odd is when Alan is NOT getting his great cock sucked! They're seriously going to wreck me. I'm ready to cry uncle and give up, and tell Suzanne to fucking get out of the way so I can take over!

However, she was somewhat more composed since she'd just recovered from her latest climax, so she was determined to hold out as long as she could.

Eventually, Katherine suggested, "So ... should we play another hand?"

But Suzanne was still determined to see Brenda's boobs exposed, and so was Alan, though the two were operating independently of each other. She deemed it time to bring up the tit-measuring idea again, so she unexpectedly pulled her lips off Alan's crown and sat up. She wiped the pre-cum that was drooling down her chin with one hand, but did so sloppily so that the action would draw Brenda's attention. Meanwhile she kept on stroking Alan's shaft with her other hand.

She was about to speak when Brenda asked in a near whisper, "Is it ... Is it good?"

"Are you kidding me? Brenda, don't you know how sweet and delicious his cum tastes? Here, try some." She swiped a big gob off the edge of her chin and brought it right to Brenda's lips. She made sure to keep her finger directly under Brenda's nose so that their buxom guest couldn't miss the unique aroma.

But just as Brenda stuck out her tongue to lick Suzanne's finger and taste the cum, Suzanne abruptly pulled her finger back. "Oh, sorry. I forgot you didn't want to get involved. Oh well. More cum for me!" She licked her finger clean, faking her way through an orgasm to further indicate the extent of Brenda's lost opportunity.

Brenda moaned and whimpered helplessly. She was crestfallen.

Susan exhaled noisily, then said in a disappointed voice: "Oh Brenda. I feel sorry for you. Not only does his cream taste delicious, maybe a bit like orange-flavored pudding, if there were such a thing, but even the skin of his cock tastes good! Maybe it's just my imagination" - it was - "but once you start licking and sucking on his fat knob, you'll never want to stop, due to the taste. In fact, you literally CAN'T stop! At least, not until he rewards you with a face full of creamy cum! It tastes that great!"

After a perfectly timed pause, she added, "Oh, sorry! I forgot you don't want to do that kind of thing. That's, uh, good. It's important to stand by one's principles. Whatever those happen to be."

Suzanne turned to Susan's cummy face. She couldn't entirely hide her pleasant surprise. Well played, Susan, well played! Maybe we'll make a schemer out of you yet!

To Suzanne's even greater surprise, Susan gave Suzanne a conspiratorial wink. They didn't have to worry about Brenda noticing, since Brenda eyes were fixed below the table, watching every last motion that Suzanne's hands were making on Alan's cock.

After a long pause in which nothing much happened, other than that Brenda got hotter and hotter watching Suzanne's sliding fingers, Suzanne asked, "By the way, Brenda, you know when I mentioned before that we should measure your breasts, I forgot to just ask what your size was. What bra do you wear, anyway?"

Brenda snapped back to attention and smiled proudly, finally able to shift the focus from Alan's cock to herself. "I'm a 34J."

"A J-cup?!" Suzanne said incredulously, even as she kept on stroking Alan's erection. "But you're so short. You're like six inches shorter than me, and yet you're saying you're that big?"

"Yep," Brenda said with eyes briefly closed and just a touch of smugness.

Alan was distracted, to say the least. But he didn't want to miss out on understanding, so he asked, "What's a J-cup exactly? I know the scale up to about an E, and then I get lost."

Suzanne replied, "A big tit lover like you doesn't have that scale memorized? It measures the circumference of a tape over the breasts minus one that's under the breasts but over the ribcage. It starts with AA for a 1/2 inch difference, then A for 1 inch, B for two inches, and so on. Every letter step represents an additional inch of tit-flesh. And of course for a given band size the tit volume goes up roughly with the third power of the cup size. With a K-cup, we're talking about small mountains, not just hills." The hand that was pumping on Alan's shaft was tiring, so she switched hands.

Susan added, "There are other scales too. Different English-speaking countries and companies do it differently. For instance, sometimes double-D and E are the same, while sometimes E is bigger than double-D. And don't get me started on triple-D. But by far the easiest scale to remember is the one that Suzanne just described. And then there's the metric scale used in continental Europe and Japan, where each change in bust size represents a 2 cm step, except sometimes even that doesn't hold."

Alan mentioned, "Wow! I've heard that Dolly Parton is a 30J, but she's only 5 feet tall. Pamela Anderson is something like a 36DD. What's everyone else'?" Actually, he knew the answer to this one, since he'd long ago peeked at the bras in the dirty-clothes hamper and in the dryer. But he was trying to keep the conversation on breast size going.

Suzanne elevated her exposed tits with one hand while making long strokes on his slicked-up shaft with the other. Somewhat surprisingly, everyone else still wore all their clothes. "Well, "DD" is just another way of writing "E", so Pamela Anderson is a 36E. I'm a 38G, Sweetie, and so is your mother; we're exactly the same size. We're a lot taller than Pamela Anderson, which is why we're 38s and not 36s like she is. Amy is a 36D, but she might have to move up to an E soon. We're late bloomers in our family. Katherine, I assume you're a 34D or 36D as well?"

"Yeah, 34D" Katherine said sullenly. She felt very inadequate in the chest department and wanted to change the topic. The earlier lecture by Susan also soured her mood. She was the least aroused and least involved in the group, since she felt jealous and worried about Brenda, but even she was having fun overall.

Alan said to her consolingly, "Hey, D is great. That's equal to or better than just about every famous movie actress. Most of them are B- and C-cups, if even that, wouldn't you say, Aunt Suzy?"

Suzanne nodded.

He couldn't help turn to Brenda and say, "But 34J? That's just crazy. There's no way. You're telling me you're the same bra size as Dolly Parton? She's already impossibly stacked."

"Yeah," Brenda pointed out, "but she's like five feet tall, if even that, so hers seem a couple sizes bigger. Height is important. Your mother and Suzanne look more like E-cups except they're so tall that they're actually two sizes bigger than that." The conversation was helping her sober up from her wanton fuck lust a little bit, mostly because it took her attention away from Alan's boner, and even from Suzanne's constantly swaying bare rack.

Alan persisted, "But 34J? Come on! You're not that tall either."