Lazy Sunday: Part 2

Chapter 4

The two of them took off their high heels and waded into the pool. Brenda was pleased that getting in the water did reduce her arousal somewhat, but that also left her frustrated, with engorged labia, because entering the pool also quenched her need for an orgasm that would have provided some more significant relief.

Brenda found herself thinking, I'm standing in the water with Suzanne while fully naked. This is so exciting, and yet also terrifying! I can't even remember what my life was like before. I'm obsessed with everything and everyone in the Plummer house. That house is just non-stop sex. Even when Alan isn't here, you can think about him, talk about him, and improve yourself for him. And just look at her: it's all so arousing that I can hardly breathe. But that's the problem: I'm too obsessed! And, I'm too aroused. There have to be limits.

As they stood side by side, working their way deeper into the water, Suzanne said, "Okay, what's on your mind?"

"Boy, I don't know what to say, after all that. Was that really necessary?"

"Yes. Brenda, don't ever question me about things like that."

"Sorry." She dropped her head in embarrassment.

Then the statuesque goddess explained, "You need the training, for both your mind and your body. It's like I told you last time you were here: you've been coasting on your looks and especially the size of your breasts. But when it comes to Alan, he's got lots of other busty women at his command who are at least as gorgeous as you. You're in the big leagues now! So you have to step up your game. You do want to please him, sexually and otherwise, don't you?"

Brenda's heart skipped a beat as she thought, It's true: I'm in the big leagues now! Soon, I could become one of his personal cocksuckers, just like Susan! But she had some big concerns, so she focused on those. "Well, yes, but ... that's one of the things I want to talk to you about. I mean, when we discussed it last time, it sounded pretty good, but where is it leading up to, exactly? It's just that ... we've talked about me getting a man, a good man. But how can I do that, and get sexually involved with Alan at the same time?"

"You can't," Suzanne said frankly. "But first things first. First you have to discover who you are sexually, all the way down to the very core of your being. From what you told me, you've been living a lie your entire life when it comes to sex. I'm sure your two husbands found you sexy as hell; that's a big reason why they married you."

Brenda wasn't about to deny that, since it was hardly a secret that she'd been a stereotypical trophy wife, even though she had lots of money of her own from her family.

"You completely hid your true submissive nature from them throughout your relationships with them. In fact, I'll bet you even went overboard, lashing out if anyone so much as ordered you to do anything."

Brenda looked to Suzanne with surprise, as she hadn't even realized that connection until just that moment. "I did! How'd you know that?!"

"Brenda, I know almost everything. Remember, I was just like you, at least in certain aspects. What I don't know I can easily guess. It just makes sense, especially since you're known for having a temper. Lots of people are like that. Did you know that MOST bullies are actually very insecure on the inside? Fear is a big motivator. So, for instance, people who are gay but in denial about it even to themselves often act the most homophobic when around others. You're messed up. You're not whole. You need to let your true self surface, which will let you be unbelievably happy for the first time in your life."

Brenda exclaimed, "But it's so scary! For instance, what you made me do just now, with all that nude posing, I was so nervous and ashamed at first, I thought I was gonna die!"

Suzanne smiled while idly playing with her long tassel of curly hair. "But you didn't. You were grooving there by the end, weren't you? I could tell!"

Brenda smiled too. "I was, wasn't I?"

"And look at you now. You're standing in the middle of a pool in the middle of someone's backyard in the middle of nowhere. That should be frightening. But you're not that frightened, because it pales in comparison to what I had you do before. See how that works? I know what I'm doing."

"That's for sure," Brenda agreed, awed. "But I'm still feeling a little frightened and a whole lot embarrassed. My heart is still pounding so hard and fast that it feels like I should call 9-1-1!"

Suzanne said with a knowing smile. "Believe me, you'll get used to the feeling that you're on the verge of having a heart attack. It's pretty common around here." She winked.

Brenda panted, "But I can't take it, especially all the fear and shame!"

"That's good though," Suzanne said. "I don't want you to lose that feeling completely; it keeps you on your toes. Sexually pleasuring Alan can be a pretty embarrassing thing to do in general. There's no room for dignity when you're naked on your knees with a face full of cum, wantonly begging him to let you suck his fat cock some more! And then, as if that isn't enough, imagine someone like Susan or me watching all the while."

Brenda gasped, reflexively covering her long nipples. If nothing else, she didn't want Suzanne to see just how erect they were. "Is that ... Will that really... ?"

Suzanne pressed on, "In fact, serving Alan involves at least a low level of embarrassment a lot of the time." She raised her hand between her face and Brenda's and pretended to be jacking off a penis. From the position of her hand she was mimicking it being halfway down her throat, even though her mouth wasn't open that wide.

She explained, "You'll find yourself frequently thinking, often while doing this very thing, 'It isn't fair! Why is he treating me like some kind of sexual servant? Like I'm just his personal cocksucker? Worse, not even his primary personal cocksucker, but just one of many! What about women's lib? What about just plain fairness and equality?'"

"Exactly!" Brenda said emphatically. "That's another thing I've been wanting to discuss with you today. What about fairness and equality?!"

Suzanne turned to Brenda and looked her directly in the eyes, dropping her hand in the process. "What fairness? What equality? This is not an inherently equitable situation. Alan is your natural master."

Brenda felt chills run down her spine, even as her pussy and nipples tingled upon hearing that stated so matter-of-factly. Thinking about the word "master" in particular hit her like an electric kiss that left her breathless. "Wow!"

"Wow, indeed. If you want to be with him then you have to accept that, and everything that implies. Now, get out of the water and stretch your body upwards. Reach for the sky, as high as you can."

"Why?"

"Don't ask why! Just do it!"

Brenda wasn't happy about it, but she did it. She reached as high as she could. She was grateful that, at least at that moment, she wasn't wearing high heels, but she shivered after coming out of the water, even though the temperature was in the high 70s (about 25° C).

Suzanne didn't offer her a towel. Instead, while Brenda was distracted following those orders, Suzanne smiled and waved at Alan once more. She was tickled pink that she was having Brenda put on a sexy show for him without her even realizing it.

"Good," Suzanne said. She got out of the pool to stand next to Brenda. She dried herself off with a towel while still not letting Brenda do so. She made sure to move her nude body in an extra sexy manner, knowing that Alan was watching.

She said, "Maintain that pose while we talk, until I say otherwise. You'll understand why in a minute. The heat of the sun will dry you. Forget everything you thought you knew about relationships. To be frank, both of your husbands were weak losers. I'm insulting them, not you. Despite all their money and success, or maybe because of it, they didn't know how to handle a hot woman like you. Alan knows! He can see right through all your pretenses."

"He really can!" Brenda said, stunned. "Remember the poker party? When he talked to me one on one, it was like he could read my mind! Kind of like you, actually, except maybe even more so. He saw through me and saw my submissive nature right away, at a time when I hadn't even admitted it fully to myself."

Suzanne nodded. "There you go. Alpha men like that are the masters of the world. Women like you and Susan, it's your natural role to be drawn to serve such a man." She didn't believe that for a second, but she expected that Brenda would eat it up. She made a deliberate point of using words like "master" and "serve," knowing how much that would push Brenda's buttons. She'd gotten quite skilled at indoctrinating Susan and she was doing the same to Brenda, only even more brazenly, since Brenda apparently was even more submissive.

Sure enough, those words hit Brenda almost like punches to the gut. WOW! Suzanne is so wise. She sees through me like I'm made of glass! It just makes so much sense! It's like I always knew that to be true, but I was afraid to admit it except in my fantasies!

Brenda knew that she got wildly excited talking to Susan about sex and Alan, but even with Susan she remained afraid to talk directly about her ideas and fantasies of having a "master" like him. It was almost too exciting for her to think about, and at this point much too embarrassing to discuss. Yet here was Suzanne casually mentioning it as if it were already an established fact. Brenda felt that her heart was going to leap right out of her chest.

Suzanne went on, "Now, that doesn't sound fair, because it's not. But that's true only in one way. If you look at it in another way, who gets more out of this relationship, you or him? Naturally, you both get a lot out of it. If that wasn't true, you wouldn't keep coming back for more, and neither would he. Whether one person enjoys it a little more is essentially meaningless, since nothing is ever 100 percent even, but it could very well be that you will get much more out of it than he does. After all, you have deep-seated submissive needs, whereas he has plenty of other gorgeous, stacked babes to have fun with, so he doesn't need you as much as you need him."

"I hadn't thought of it like that," Brenda said, considering that seriously while also panting heavily with arousal. She was having a very difficult time maintaining her "reach for the sky" pose for such a long time. To make matters worse, she was having no success in calming her racing heart when such thrilling words were being spoken. It was all she could do to look and sound somewhat normal. "I guess I need to rethink the fairness issue."

After a long pause where she tried to bring her burning-hot body under control, she asked, "But what about you? Does all that apply to you?"

"Well ... somewhat." In truth, Suzanne put herself in an entirely different category than Brenda. So she gave an answer which she felt was truthful as far as it went, but which also was not the complete story as she saw it. "That's how I feel sometimes. I burn with frustration at the inherently unfair situation. I burn with embarrassment as he just sits there smugly, kicking back and enjoying the hell out of yet another blowjob I'm giving him while I do all the work. And it IS a hell of a lot of work! Nearly jaw-busting work. God damn!"

Suzanne was really hyping Alan up now, even though there was a lot of truth in what she was saying. "Sometimes, I wonder how I can even fit his hot, fat, throbbing rod in my mouth, much less keep it in there for so long with my lips sliding and my tongue roaming, until I feel nearly too tired to go on. You'll feel that kind of emotional burn all the time. I don't think it ever goes away completely, just like the lust to serve never completely goes away."

Brenda frowned, even as she found that fact strangely arousing. "That's distressing. But that leads to my previous question of where this is all going. I worry that my feelings for him are already growing too strong. These poker parties have been the best nights of my life! They're all I can think about lately. HE'S all I can think about! Where is my relationship with him going to go, and what happens if I get in too deep? How do I transition from that to getting the man of my dreams, if he's someone other than Alan?"

Suzanne replied carefully. "Remember what I said about how you need to get in touch with your true self, your submissive self? You can and should fall as deeply in lust and love with your master as you want. Let yourself go! Completely!"

"I can't do that!" Brenda wailed. "It's bad enough already. I'll get hopelessly hooked!" Her pussy was tingling and gushing. Suzanne was suggesting she dive into the deep end of her greatest fantasies.

"Maybe so," Suzanne replied nonchalantly while moving her hips in a sexy manner, figuring that Alan was probably watching. "But this is the safest situation imaginable for you to experiment in. Remember, you have Susan and me. We won't let you fall flat on your face."

"But Suzanne! You don't understand!" Her fear wasn't that she wouldn't like it, but that she'd love it too much. She feared she'd get completely hooked on Alan, yet he was already "taken," and several times over.

Suzanne stated firmly, her voice quiet yet powerful, "No, I DO understand. You fear success more than failure."

"I do! How did you know that?"

Suzanne just gave her a disdainful look, as if she was irked that her insight into Brenda was being questioned. "And that brings me back to why I'm having you maintain such a ludicrous pose. You're feeling pretty silly, standing there like that, aren't you?"

Brenda nodded. "You'd better believe it. And my arms are killing me! Can I please stand at ease already?"

"No. I'm teaching you a lesson in fairness. It's not fair for you to stand like that. There's no justice in it. There's no purpose in it, even. You asked 'Why?' The answer is that there is no 'why' other than I felt like making you do it. That's how Alan may treat you at times. That's the life of a submissive. You serve your natural superiors, period."

Brenda felt shivers race down her spine. The shivers somehow made it to her pussy, nearly making her cum on the spot.

Suzanne stepped forward and cupped Brenda's pussy mound. "You hate having to stand like this, don't you? I can see it in the way you're blushing. But you love it too. Look at how wet you are. You're gushing like a river!"

She slid her fingers through some of the rivulets that were running down Brenda's inner thighs. Then she trailed a fingertip up one of them to the source, sliding her finger up and down Brenda's soaked and sensitive pussy lips.

Brenda gritted her teeth. She was so aroused that she was sure she wouldn't be able to maintain her stretched-out pose even another second. She was fighting with all her might not to cum from another woman's fingers. Somehow she held on without dropping her arms or cumming, although her arm and shoulder muscles were now feeling pain. She complained, "That's ... that's the water from the pool?" Her lie was so weak that she couldn't help but phrase it as a question.

"Right." Suzanne laughed. "Are you lying to me? Is that some kind of joke? Do you want to be punished?"

Brenda said, defeated, "I'm sorry."

"That's better. I'll forgive you ... this time."

Brenda breathed a heavy sigh of relief. She admitted, "It's me. That wetness you're touching ... it's all me. I'm too horny to stand it!"

Suzanne continued to finger Brenda's labia as she talked, and then added playing with her clit, deliberately making it almost impossible for Brenda to hold her pose or refrain from cumming. Every time she touched Brenda's clit, Brenda's body trembled from head to toe. "So you can see fairness is a moot point. If it pleases Alan for you to stand like this, then you'll stand like this for as long as HE likes. And the longer you do it, the more you'll love it, because that's the kind of woman you are, deep down inside."

Brenda thought, Shit! She's right! Screw fairness! Screw everything; I don't care anymore. This IS who I am! This is what my body needs! Oh God! She finally couldn't hold out any longer. Her body finally shook with an immense climax. Even so, she still struggled to keep her arms up high.

When Suzanne saw that, implying that Brenda had made a real mental breakthrough, she withdrew her probing fingers and stepped back. "Very good. You can stand at ease now."

Chapter 5

Brenda dropped her arms and slumped in her position. She was beyond relieved, because she'd been seconds from dropping her arms, no matter what. She gratefully rubbed her upper arms, trying to massage the pain from her sore muscles.

Suzanne continued, "We don't know how deep your submissiveness goes. It could go very deep indeed. There's nothing to be ashamed about. It's just another natural variation, like height or hair color. We need to find out under relatively safe conditions like these. Could you get hurt emotionally? Yes. You can't make an omelette without breaking some eggs. But keep in mind that most sexually dominant men are real assholes with little or no check on their tendency to **** their position, whereas collectively we provide some check on Alan. Besides, he's a genuinely kind person to begin with."

Brenda finally expressed one of her greatest fears. "But that could be a problem too. What if he's so kind yet masterful that I fall deeper and deeper under his spell, until I can't get out? I could even fall in love with him if we don't watch out!"

That was the kind of result that Suzanne was actually hoping for. Now that Brenda knew the Plummer **** secrets, Suzanne figured the safest course was to permanently attach her to their extended family in one way or another. Besides, Brenda was so remarkably sexual, submissive, busty, and outright beautiful that Suzanne was looking forward to having a lot of fun with her too, and for a long time to come. On top of that, she figured Alan really would be about the best possible man for Brenda, so it was win-win for everybody.

However, she knew that it wasn't wise to say all that to Brenda at this time, so she merely said, "Don't worry. I'm ready for any possible situation. And besides, if you end up sticking with him for a longer time, that wouldn't exactly be a bad thing for you, and I'm sure he won't mind. Remember, if you're not careful about who you choose, you could end up chained in some dungeon, beaten, whipped, ****, starved, and utterly miserable. Maybe even dead. It happens!"

Brenda knew that Suzanne's words made sense; it started to worry her a lot. She whimpered, "Why am I so submissive? I hate it! That's another thing I've been wanting to ask you about. What makes me this way?!"

Suzanne responded in a different, more soothing tone. "Don't ask why. Why is it even a bad thing?"

"Why?! Because I'm not in control!"

"Ah, but you are, in a way. A dominant-submissive relationship is a two-way street, despite appearances to the contrary. If you have a master and you don't like how he's treating you, you can just go find another one. Frankly, that's not my scene, but I understand that submissives can and do change masters quite a lot until they find one that works for them. That's one reason you shouldn't worry too much about how things go with Alan, by the way. Each party has to act in a certain manner to fulfill the expectations of the other, or they both lose out in the end. You need to look at these things in a new way, just like how I mentioned you need to look at 'fairness' and 'equality' in a new way."

"I suppose." Brenda was glad that at least the pain in her arms was going away quickly. However, despite the seriousness of the conversation and the fact she'd just had a climax, the throbbing in her pussy was only increasing. She was embarrassed at how pungent the smell of her arousal had to be.

"Brenda, you have a gift. Your submissiveness is a wonderful gift. I think you're a very sexual and sensual woman. So far, you haven't experienced even a fraction of the sexual pleasure you're capable of, because you deliberately avoided the things that arouse you the most. Actually, you have two great gifts, because your outstanding body is another gift. You have a great capacity for joy, for love, for total erotic ecstasy. Don't miss the boat, or be afraid of your submissive side. You have a golden opportunity here to learn who you really are. Alan is as safe and as good a potential master as you'll ever find. Go for it! Fully submit to him!"

Brenda thought about that. Suzanne is completely right. I have to give myself to Alan! Serve him! My master! Oh God! That's so exciting that I'm about to pass out! But I have to keep my cool. That's it: just keep my cool.

She nodded, then promised, "I'll try. But it's so scary! He hasn't committed to me yet. I don't even know if he WANTS me as one of his many sluts!"

"I know. But if you want to really impress him, you have to fully commit first. Show him what a perfect cock-loving slut you can be! Prove it with every move you make, every look you give him. If you're sincere, he'll realize it and respond to you. Then how can he turn you down?"

Brenda nodded. She became more determined to do just that.

"I've just seen Susan go through a similar transition. Just look how happy she is now: she pretty much walks on air all the time. You can have that too, in the not too distant future, if you let us guide you."

That had given Brenda a lot to think about. She nodded again.

Suzanne grinned impishly. "Besides, you have to admit that the act of submitting is pretty arousing in and of itself, don't you think?"

Brenda nodded shyly. But she couldn't stop smiling. She couldn't agree more. Even thinking about submitting made her nearly dizzy with lusty desire.

"I understand that for a woman like you, the act of submission is one of the most satisfying and arousing feelings you can have. The good news is that it doesn't happen just once. Susan has told me that, every day, she's struck with a powerful realization that she belongs to Alan. And not just once a day, but time and time again. And each time, she feels an incredible rush!"

Susan actually had recently told Suzanne something to that effect. It was precisely that sort of thing that made Suzanne feel that she was actually doing Brenda a service in helping her to fall hard for Alan.

Brenda was deeply impressed. Woooow! That's what I want, what I need. To know every day, every hour, that I belong to someone. That's not what I felt as a wife. No, I want ... I need ... something much deeper, more profound. To be OWNED! By Alan!

Suzanne wanted to give Brenda some time to think through all that. As a result, the two of them went back into the pool and began swimming in the warm water.

Brenda was relieved. If nothing else, she was glad when the water washed away the cummy rivulets running down her thighs. Hopefully it masked the smell of her arousal as well. But even going deep into the water couldn't suppress the electric, erotic tingling she felt from head to toe.

Suzanne asked, "Have you ever gone skinny-dipping before?"

"Actually, no. Dumb, huh? Especially given how long I've had a house with privacy and a big pool."

"You were probably trying to suppress your true self. That's a part of it. But never fear; I foresee you'll have a lot of first-time experiences in the near future. And many of them won't involve any clothes!"

They had a lot of fun simply swimming around for a while, reveling in their nudity. However, both were careful not to get their hair wet. Because her hair was longer, particularly her telltale zig-zag strand, Suzanne was extra careful, so she limited herself to dog-paddling, while Brenda with her short hair actually did a few laps with her head held high.

Suzanne was also wanting to look her best for Alan, since she knew he was nearby. In fact, she was wondering when he would announce himself, since he was already overdue.

As Brenda swam, she kept thinking, Suzanne is so right! Susan keeps telling me that she trusts Suzanne's wisdom even over her own, and I can see why. I'm so lucky that I have these wonderful new friends looking out for me. I need to stop worrying and just run with my feelings, at least until I see where they take me!

I'm going to submit fully to Alan, starting today, and let the chips fall where they may. I feel deep in my heart that I belong on my knees between his legs, pleasuring his thick cock with my mouth! Maybe soon that could become my frequent reality! Unfortunately, Suzanne's been implying that I might not be able to see him all that often. But if I prove that I'm devoted to serving him, surely I'll be allowed to see him and serve his cock more than a couple of times a week, right? God, I hope so!

I'm so glad Suzanne has put my fears to rest. If she had ordered me to stay away from him, I think I would have just died of frustration!

Chapter 6

Alan was still spying on the two busty, nude MILFs from behind some bushes. He remained too far away to hear what they were saying, but he could tell they were discussing something serious and important, so he decided to let the conversation play itself out. However, he certainly enjoyed the sight of their incredible bare bodies. He considered masturbating from his hiding place, but decided not to, figuring his erection would get a lot more interesting stimulation when he finally joined them.

He decided to wait until after they finished their swim. He wanted them to be out of the pool where Brenda couldn't hide her nudity by staying in the deep end of the pool. He watched them get out, towel off, and refill their drinks from the pitcher before they started relaxing on adjacent lounge chairs. Man, this is nuts. I have no right to ever have one woman who looks like this, much less three! Mom, Aunt Suzy, and Brenda are truly in a league of their own. And Sis and Amy aren't that far behind. Give them a couple more years to fully fill out and ... good God!

The funny thing is that Heather thinks she's the hottest thing under the Sun. If she saw these two right now, I think she'd have to cry in despair.

He finally made his entrance, strolling across the back lawn barefoot, wearing just a T-shirt and shorts with nothing on underneath. While he was walking towards them, he noticed they were putting their high heels back on, which he found both curious and arousing. When he got fairly close, he shouted in a friendly voice, "Hey, Aunt Suzy! Hi, Brenda!"

Brenda spotted him and immediately covered her privates as best she could. She'd finally managed to get her racing heartbeat under control, but now it started thumping again, and even harder than before. She urgently hissed in a quiet voice to Suzanne, "Oh my God! Oh my God! It's Alan and he's coming this way! What do I do?! I'm NAKED!"

Suzanne whispered back, "NOTHING! Don't even try to cover yourself like that. Remember, your goal now is to learn how to serve and submit to him sexually. Nothing is more important to you at this moment. That's the key to unlocking your submissive side, which you need to do to discover your true self. Just roll with it!"

Brenda asked with increasing panic, while squirming and writhing around helplessly in her lounge chair, "'Roll with it?!' What does that mean?"

Alan was getting closer fast, and she worried he'd overhear or at least see them whispering. She was **** to put at least some clothes back on, yet she didn't want to risk Suzanne's ire by doing so. Besides, she didn't even know what Suzanne had done with her bikini. Just as Suzanne had intended, that left her feeling even more helpless and exposed, but also extremely aroused.

Suzanne spoke out of the corner of her mouth, because she too saw that Alan was getting near. "Follow my lead! Do what I do, if he lets you. Be cool. Show that you're worthy of being allowed to serve his cock!"

Oh God! Oh God, oh God, oh God! Brenda was so nervous that she had to struggle to control her breathing. She gawked at Alan's crotch and saw an obvious bulge. There it is! That cock! That's MY cock now, the one that'll rule my life! My master is coming right at me!

She started to put a hand over her pussy, but then she remembered Suzanne's command not to cover up. It took great **** of will, but she brought her arms to her sides and held them there. Still, she was so embarrassed that she couldn't help but close her eyes and blush profusely. Her body continued to tremble and wiggle, both with desire and in fear.

Alan walked right up to them. He said in an easy-going voice, "Hey, you guys. What's up? Suzanne, what's Brenda doing here?"

Suzanne stood up. "Before I answer that, where's my kiss?"

Alan wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for a kiss. The two of them necked passionately for a minute or two.

Brenda managed to open her eyes and watch, feeling safe that at least he wasn't looking at her at that moment. Her pussy gushed just from watching, especially since she imagined that might be her next. But she could feel her juices leak from her pussy, and that caused her to worry that Alan would smell her sudden arousal, not to mention see the traces. She'd long felt that she was cursed with an overly-wet and too-easily-aroused pussy.

Her body trembled while she peeked. Holy shit! Look at what they're doing! Not only are they kissing, but he's got his hands all over her naked body, like some kind of greedy octopus! He's even fingering her pussy, I can tell! I can't see it directly 'cos they're pressed so closely together, but look at his arm moving and the way she's moaning into his mouth. She's so hot for him! Suzanne, this, this ... goddess, is also just one of his many personal sluts! He's running his hands all over her with such confidence, like he really does own her! And now he's kneading her ass cheeks and pulling her in even closer, and all she does is hump back!

God, he's such a fucking STUD! I think I'm gonna pass out! I wish that was me! Alan, play with MY tits and ass like that! Jesus! It hasn't even been a minute and he's already got the mighty Suzanne purring and moaning in the most erotic manner. She's putty in his hands! They're gonna be fucking before long, right here in front of me, if they keep at it like that!

When the necking ended, Suzanne looked down at his crotch and smiled knowingly. "Oops! How did that happen?" She was referring to the way that his shorts had "accidentally" been pulled down (by her hands). His dick, which not surprisingly was fully erect, was also completely exposed.

Brenda gasped when she saw that, and sat up in her lounge chair. Oh no! Just look at all that ... COCK! So much cock! It looks ten inches long, at least! To think ... my lips sliding over that ... my jaw stretched to its limits ... The pressure of trying to do as well as his personal cocksuckers ... I don't know if I can handle it!

(Of course Alan's penis was just shy of eight inches when fully erect; that hadn't changed. But Brenda was now looking at it in awe, particularly since Susan had repeatedly told her that it was really ten inches long.)

Alan shrugged, slightly abashed. "Oops, for real. Sorry, Brenda. I suppose I should pull back up." He started to go through the motions of pulling up his shorts without actually doing so just yet, since he was hoping Suzanne would say or do something to stop him first.

Sure enough, Suzanne quickly jumped in, "Don't you dare! Brenda and I are sunbathing nude. You should join us. Brenda, come here and pull his shorts all the way off his legs while I give him another kiss." Puckering up, she pulled him in closer for another scorcher.

Brenda clutched her chest with worry. Me? She means me! Fuck! This is going to be tough, getting that close to them and that great cock of his. It's too intimidating, and the fact that Suzanne's hand is sliding all over it isn't exactly helping! But I'm not gonna give up that easily. Suzanne said I have to roll with the punches, so that's what I've gotta do!

Filled with resolve, she stood up and walked a few feet to where the other two stood. I have to remember who I am. I'm smart and rich, with a perfect-ten body and huge breasts! I'm hardly a virgin. So his cock shouldn't intimidate me. But it does! When I think what his mother Susan does with it ... how she loves it with her mouth and her hands ... and her boobs ... Oh God!

Alan and Suzanne appeared very pre-occupied with kissing and fondling each other. Brenda couldn't help but stare at the way that Suzanne was already busy sliding a hand up and down his stiff pole. She was both shocked and thrilled by how brazenly Suzanne was in doing that openly in the great outdoors; it left her struggling just to breathe. However, in a way she was glad that Suzanne had taken him in hand (literally), because she hoped that he would be so distracted by what Suzanne was doing that he would hardly notice her when she pulled his shorts down past his knees.

She was also glad that she'd had two drinks, because the **** gave her some "courage." She moved behind Alan, standing where he wouldn't be able to look at her. Then she reached down and grabbed his shorts, which were clinging just above his knees, and slowly tugged them down around his ankles.

To her great relief, the process went smoothly and quickly, despite the fact that she was still trembling all over with both fear and arousal. Feeling her heavy tits dangling down made her think about just how engorged and aroused her erect nipples were. When she reached his feet, he helpfully lifted one foot up and then the other. Soon, she found herself standing back up, holding his shorts in her hands. She lifted them to her face and smelled the crotch. She nearly swooned at their manly smell, even though it was nearly entirely in her mind.

Suzanne had been monitoring Brenda's progress out of the corner of her eye. When she saw that Brenda had completed the task, she broke free of necking with Alan and turned to Brenda. "Good work," she told her. Then she snatched his shorts from Brenda's hands and tossed them far away onto a nearby lawn. "We won't be needing those for a while!" she laughed.

Brenda's heart was already racing a mile a minute and her face was still cherry red. Seeing Alan's shorts fly away and realizing the implications practically gave her a heart attack. Then she remembered that not only was she not wearing her own bikini, she didn't even know where it was.

She had to fight the urge not to cover her pussy and nipples with her hands. No! I have to be strong! Remember what Suzanne said: embarrassment is part and parcel of serving a powerful boy like Alan. Wait a minute. "Powerful boy?" Isn't that a contradiction? But look at the way he's manhandling her! Good GOD! He's a MAN! Look at the way she strokes his cock! Too much! Too hot! I think I really AM gonna pass out!

Suzanne stood behind Alan and gave him a not-so-subtle push in Brenda's direction. "Sweetie, don't be rude. Give our nice guest a friendly kiss too."

Brenda was so shocked that she took a step backward. She seriously contemplated running away, and had it not been for the fact that she'd just put her high heels back on, which made it very difficult to run, and had no bikini or place to go, she might well have done so.

Alan stepped forward. Brenda looked so nervous and bug-eyed that he had some sympathy for her. He wrapped his arms around her, but held her loosely in a comforting hug instead of trying something highly sexual right off the bat.

Brenda was relieved, to say the least, and melted in his arms. But then she remembered just who she was holding, and that both her privates and his were exposed, and that caused her to tense up and freak out all over again. In her heart, she was beginning to long for Alan to be her true master, but it was such a new and embarrassing idea that she was too embarrassed to tell Susan or Suzanne about, much less Alan himself. Just touching her potential master in any way was extremely exciting. Doing it while she was buck naked was almost more than she could handle.

However, Alan just kept on holding her close, without taking it any further, so after nearly a minute she gave in and truly relaxed, to the point that she rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes.

She thought, This is ... nice! Sure, it's scary as Hell! I've built him up so much in my mind since the last poker party that I'm acting like a nervous wreck, even compared to then. But it's just a hug. Besides, in a way he's just a boy. True, he's a naturally superior, well-hung, dominant kind of boy, but he hugs just like my Aidy does. I can handle it!

It helped that Alan was extra careful about his erection. Mindful of Susan's request not to allow Brenda to touch it, he'd tucked it away directly down between his legs and kept his legs closed so it stayed trapped between his thighs. As a result, it hadn't even lightly brushed against Brenda, despite their intimate embrace.

While Alan and Brenda continued their comforting hug, Suzanne spoke up. "Oh, Sweetie, to answer your question why Brenda is here, she just decided to come over for a visit and to talk about some stuff. Girl stuff. But what are you doing here? I thought you were at church?"

Since he merely had his arms around Brenda's back and hadn't attempted to kiss her yet, he was able to answer. "I was gonna go, but I bagged it at the last minute. And I'm glad I did, because you two sure are a sight for sore eyes."

Suzanne laughed. "Do you mean a sight for sore eyes, or a sight for sore cock?"

To Brenda's shock and horror, Suzanne reached in between them, found his boner where it was trapped pointing down between his thighs, and wrapped her hand around it. She said, "Excuse me, Brenda, but I have to see what's going on here." Then she pulled his cock into view and began jacking him off. She kept his pole pointed upward and away from Brenda for the most part. But Brenda felt Suzanne's hand sliding up and down over her lower tummy.

Oh God! Sweet Jesus! I can't believe she's doing that! Brenda's breathing grew extremely labored, causing her fat tits and especially her unusually long nipples to slide up and down Alan's chest. She was grateful at least that he was still wearing a T-shirt, but she was sure there was no way he could fail to notice how she couldn't stop rubbing against him due to her heaving chest, or the very aroused state of her nipples.

Suzanne didn't relent from continually pushing Brenda's limits. Seeing that the tomato-faced Brenda had calmed down enough to at least not hyperventilate, she said, "Come on, Sweetie. Are you gonna kiss her or not?"

Alan lowered his head a bit and kissed Brenda on the lips. It occurred to him that this was the very first time he'd done so, even though he'd already explored nearly every other inch of her body at the previous poker party. He appreciated that he didn't need to bend that much, since she was wearing high heels.

Immediately and without thinking, Brenda opened her mouth wide, giving him access. When they began kissing intently, complete with tongue dueling, she felt a surge of arousal so great that she swooned and very nearly fainted in his arms.

Dear God! Lord have mercy! Alan is kissing me! ALAN! Even ... even while Suzanne is jacking him off! So HOT! This is my chance, my first big chance to prove that I'm Alan-worthy! At first, it took some time to recover from her swoon. But then she felt energized, so she kissed back much more aggressively. At the same time, she began running her hands up and down his back, as if she just couldn't get enough of him (which she couldn't).

Alan was pleasantly surprised. So far, he'd just kept his hands on Brenda's back. But seeing that she could handle it, he dropped a hand to her nearest ass cheek and gave it a good squeeze.

That caused Brenda to experience another surge of lust. She moaned loudly into his mouth. In reality, Alan was a reasonably good kisser, but he hadn't developed an incredible kissing technique. There was nothing extraordinary in the way he squeezed Brenda's bubbly ass cheeks either. But she had built him up so much in her mind that she felt as aroused as if she were getting the fucking of her life.

Brenda thought, Oh my God! I can't blow it! I have to use my tits. Yes, my tits! I can't just stand still; I'll slide 'em all over his chest! She proceeded to do just that (although in fact it wasn't that different from her on-going chest heaving). But she had to be careful how much she slithered up and down his body, due to Suzanne's hand being in the way.

Knowing that Suzanne was still reaching in and jacking him off in the narrow space between their bodies was simply too arousing for her to think about. But she couldn't stop thinking about it, because Suzanne's hand continually brushed against her just above her bush. From time to time, she could even feel Alan's hot, wet cockhead sliding directly against her bare skin. (Although Suzanne was trying not to let Brenda touch Alan's cock, she wasn't that concerned about his cock touching Brenda, since Susan had not included that aspect when she'd imposed her constraint.)