When Will I Be Loved?: Part 4

Chapter 10

Brenda reveled in finally being the center of everyone's sexual attention. She said with pride and sass, "Hey, honey. If you don't believe it, measure them yourself."

Sweetness! he thought. I'm so all over that! But outwardly, he kept his cool. "Believe me, I'd like to. But you said earlier that you hate being touched. You practically walked out on us."

"I've changed my mind." Brenda was panting heavily again, as her eyes went back to ogling Alan's erection, especially the sight of Suzanne's hand slipping and sliding up and down, sped along by his copious pre-cum. Suzanne had her face down in his crotch, close to his stiffness where she could breathe on it. Clearly she was just managing to restrain herself from taking his shaft deep into her mouth.

Brenda found herself thinking, I can't believe I'm casually talking to some guy while another woman jacks him off and almost blows him! At a crowded family dining table, no less! And everyone's so casual about it, like she's just brushing against his arm or something! How much hotter can things possibly get?! Somehow, this is more arousing to watch than an entire orgy! It's like, they're not having sex with him, they're SERVICING him! What kind of powerful, commanding young man can compel all these bombshell beauties to service him?

I could just bend over right now ... Suzanne's hardly doing anything to his cockhead at the moment other than breathing on it ... I could just bend over and take his fat knob in my mouth! ... OH GOD! I could! And bob on him wildly while her fingers are sliding so fast that they turn into a blur. He wouldn't be able to resist! He'd ... he'd ... cum in my mouth, instead of theirs! OH GOD! Please!

Then Brenda realized that she'd been spacing out while the others were waiting for her. She needed to say more to justify her change of heart. "Uh, I mean, I don't want you to think I'm a liar. So if you feel that strongly about it, then go ahead." She added, breathlessly, "Do whatever you have to do to me." Yes, Alan! Do it to me! Do everything to me, right now! Spank me! Give me your cum!

Fortunately, everyone agreed that Brenda should be measured. Susan ran off to get the tape measure while the rest of the group moved into the living room. (As a result, Alan's hard-on was left untended, at least for a little while.)

Brenda sat up on a coffee table. She asked huskily, "Where would you like me, Alan? Would you like me like this?"

She spread her legs wide, which made Alan wonder, Why's she sitting like that? It's not like I'm measuring her pussy ... at least not yet! Dang!

Her miniskirt naturally rode up to her waist when she spread her legs, which put her soaked white panties on prominent display. She was so overwhelmed (though more by lust than ****) that she didn't seem to know or care what she was showing. Presumably she wouldn't have wanted anyone to see just how soaking wet her crotch was. She was leaking so copiously that she created a small puddle on the table after sitting there just a couple of minutes.

The smell of wet pussy filled the air. By this time the other women were all very wet between their legs as well, especially Suzanne who had managed to secretly cum several times by touching her clit while working on Alan. Even so, the pungent smell of Brenda's sex overwhelmed all else.

Alan had also wondered about her wording. She said, "Where would you like me?" Is this some not-so-subtle message? She's spreading her legs for me, and she seems to want me to be the one who measures her, and not anyone else. I wish I could be as brave as the others want me to be.

Mom said I should just be a real man and take control of a woman. On the other hand, Brenda's the angry, moody type. If we go too far, she may never want to talk to us again, and there's no way I'd want that. Plus, Aunt Suzy says to play hard to get. I need to keep seeing this improbably-proportioned woman. And what a cute face! It's almost like a baby face at times. No way am I going to mess this up. Just imagine if I could fuck THIS piece of ass. Wow. I'm going to take it really easy, and let her take the lead at every step so she can't complain.

He was so busy thinking that he didn't get around to answering her question. But it didn't really matter, because she appeared lost in her own blissful world.

They all were waiting for Susan to return with the tape measure. Alan sat on a sofa with his boner erect and sticking straight out, while Suzanne sat on one side of him and Katherine sat on the other.

Brenda kept that lewd pose while thinking, Alan, what are you waiting for? Can't you tell when a woman needs to be FUCKED?! Pull my panties aside. Better yet, take 'em off. Then just sliiiiide on in! It'll be like cutting though butter! Your cock is huge and my pussy's tight, but I'll make it fit! What a SNUG, perfect fit! I don't care who sees us! Just do it, in front of your mother, and your sister, and everyone!

She opened her eyes, half expecting to see Alan's cock about to plunge into her depths. But instead she realized that Suzanne was taking advantage of the pause to bend over and lick Alan's cockhead for a minute or two. Dammit! Fuck, fuck, fuck! So fucking hot! Enough cocksucking already! Bring that magnificent pussy-splitter over here and use it to really split my pussy!

Susan returned with the tape measure and handed it to Alan. She couldn't help but notice the way Suzanne was lapping up and down Alan's shaft, but this time she didn't protest.

He coughed, then said, "Uh, Brenda, before we start, it would be better if you take your top off. 'Cos, you know, the fabric is pretty thick and it might give us the wrong results."

"Better?" she asked dumbly, as she tried to focus on his words. She didn't understand how he could talk calmly with a topless goddess like Suzanne bobbing in his lap. "Ah, yes. Better without the top. I agree completely. Here goes!"

To be honest, Brenda had been dying to take her top off, so she was glad to finally have an excuse. She removed her top, but it took some time since she was a bit drunk and the top was very tight. She struggled with pulling it over her head, which gave Alan a great chance to see her bare chest shake for the first time.

Then she took off her long gloves, though there was no measurement need for that. She put her hands on her miniskirt, and seemed ready to take that off too. But then her hands stopped moving and just lingered there, holding the hem of her skirt.

She finally looked up and laughed, because she was so incredibly overjoyed.

Alan and the others all stared at her naked chest in pure amazement. She was accustomed to such stares, even though very few people had ever been lucky enough to see her totally topless.

Suzanne had been just as keen to see Brenda topless as Alan, so she stopped sucking and licking and sat up to have a good look. She still jacked him off as she gawked, and her wanton excitement was reflected in the way she happily pumped on Alan's rod.

Brenda had briefly forgotten about Alan's exposed dick when she begun to undress. But with Suzanne's hands enthusiastically slipping and squishing along his slickness, Brenda's eyes drifted downward, causing her to gasp again.

Alan could hear Brenda mutter, "Snake ... big snake..."

His eyes followed Brenda's down into his own lap. He also was a bit surprised to notice that he was being jacked off. He was somewhat drunk, like everyone else, and over the course of the evening his penis had been either held, lightly fondled, jacked off, or sucked for hours. He'd often lost track exactly what was happening to his dick at any given moment; the only thing he knew for sure was that he'd felt good all evening long.

Chapter 11

Brenda stared at Alan's crotch while everyone else stared at her exposed and lightly bouncing boobs.

Alan pretended that his boner wasn't sticking straight out from his body, much less being stroked by Suzanne. He was the first to break the spell when he said, "Brenda? Um, I guess it's time to do the measuring. Are you ready?"

"I'm ready, Alan. I'm ready for you! Do it to me!" She cupped her gigantic globes enticingly. Now that he's got my top off, he'll be fucking me soon! Or fucking my tits at the very least. I'd love that! The others will all burn with jealousy when they see his long dick completely disappear between my tit-pillows! She snickered with glee.

Alan noticed that Brenda began to shudder. He looked down at her crotch, which was still spread wide. That revealed even more juices running from her hole. Her panties were nearly invisible thanks to being so thoroughly soaked; they hid absolutely nothing.

He finally stood up, even though that meant leaving the pleasures of Suzanne's talented hand. He still made no attempt to tuck his engorged dick away, and of course nobody objected.

He brought the tape measure up to Brenda's chest and wrapped it around her back, but aside from that he didn't know what to do. He felt intimidated when it came to actually touching her gargantuan tits, so he just held both ends of the tape measure away from them. He fidgeted and then asked, "What am I supposed to do now?"

Suzanne stood up and rushed to his rescue. She was glad for an opening where she too could grope Brenda's tits. "Here." She put her hands over his and guided his hands down. "You measure her below the boobs and then right across the nipples."

She brushed her fingers across Brenda's nipples as if that were necessary for Alan's understanding.

Brenda shuddered as tingles ran down her spine.

"Sweetie, the bra size is based on the number of inches difference from here to here. Two gives you a B cup, three gives you a C cup, et cetera. Measure from here to here like this." Suzanne lightly brushed Brenda's remarkably extended nipples a few more times, just because she could.

Suzanne's hands then guided Alan's hand to where he needed to take the first measurement, and then she let go and reattached herself to his hard-on. Naturally, she immediately resumed stroking it. She remained pressed into Alan's side, with her other hand on Brenda's shoulder, supporting her. (Brenda was so out of it that she had been in danger of falling.)

Brenda, who had her eyes glued to Alan's crotch anyway, again noticed Suzanne's impressive tactile performance on his erection. But she asked, as if she hadn't seen anything up until that moment, "Wh-wh-what are you d-d-d-doing, Suzanne?"

Suzanne explained in her sultry, rough voice, "Your big tits seem to have made him even more excited than before, so he needs extra help. His medical needs, you know. After all, it's still my turn to take care of him. If you mind, just let me know and I'll stop."

"No!" cried Brenda and Alan at once.

Alan meanwhile did the first measurement and then placed the tape measure directly over Brenda's breasts. But he still hesitated about touching her.

"Just touch them already!" Brenda herself complained. "I want you to. I don't bite."

"I thought you got annoyed when-"

"Go ahead," she interrupted. "This is different. Do what you want. I don't mind when it's you."

"Okay." He placed both hands on her tits, cupping them from below.

Brenda let out a loud moan and shivered all over. Oh! He's so good! Actually, all he'd done was cup her boobs, which anyone could have done. But she'd built him up so much in her mind that his every touch seemed magical. Her skin tingled and trembled wherever he touched her as his fingers started to explore her immense tit pillows.

"Wow! They feel real." He was starting to get to know different kinds of breasts. Out of all the breasts he's fondled, the only ones which he was sure were augmented were Heather's. Brenda's felt better and softer than Heather's, in addition to seeming more than double their size.

"Of course they're real," Brenda replied with pride.

Alan still held the tape measure in his hands, trying to figure out what to do with it, even as he groped her as surreptitiously he could. He looked around for Katherine or Susan to see if they might help, only to discover that they were each staring intently at his crotch. They'd taken seats behind Brenda, which was a poor location if they wanted to look at Brenda's front side but a great one from which to watch Suzanne stroking Alan's boner while out of Brenda's sight. His own view was blocked from seeing their crotches, but their frantic arm movements left no doubt that they were each masturbating.

He asked, "Aunt Suzy, where am I supposed to put it exactly? You said right across the nipples, but hers are so extended. That's going to make a big difference in the measurement, just from the nipple length factor. Should I go just above them?"

Suzanne moved in with her non-stroking hand. She grabbed Brenda's left tit, then tweaked a nipple. "Hmmm. I see what you mean. They are big. Those are some erect nipples, that's for sure. Brenda, what's got you so excited?"

Brenda panted incredulously, "Are you fucking kidding me?!" The entire night had been like one continuous climax after another for her.

Suzanne seemed to ignore that, telling Alan, "Just go right over them and pull the tape measure tight." She reluctantly let go after more tweaking and pulling of both nipples, to focus more of her concentration on jacking off her quasi-nephew.

Brenda just moaned loudly; her need was becoming increasingly apparent.

"Maybe if I can just push them in," he suggested.

"Good idea!" Suzanne said, even though she knew full well that that was just an excuse for him to play with Brenda's nipples some more, and that's exactly what he did.

Brenda was dizzy with arousal. Her head lolled around; her entire body was limp and pliable. Hell! Fucking hell! He's too good! He's gonna make me cum again and again if he keeps touching them like that!

He waited until she did in fact have an orgasm. After that, he needed a break, because he was close to his own climax. Even Suzanne needed a break to give her arm a rest, after stroking him for so long.

So, with nothing else to do, Alan finally finished measuring Brenda's tits. When he pulled the tape measure tight, pushing her nipples back into her soft mountains, her moaning increased, and then she trembled from yet another orgasm.

He had been unusually intimidated and hesitant with her. But once he dropped the tape measure, something inside him snapped. He should have let go at that point, but instead he cupped her tits from below and began kneading her supple tit-flesh.

Brenda abandoned all pretense of merely being measured. She tilted her head back and moaned long and loud.

That greatly encouraged him. With Suzanne continuing to jack him off, he forgot about any limits. Not only did he fondle her immense melons any way he wanted, his hands roamed all over the rest of her upper body too. But, not surprisingly, he spent most of his time on her big tits. He particularly loved to pull on her long nipples as well as sink his fingers deep into her soft tit-flesh.

One could tell Brenda was in Heaven from the way she panted and groaned. It sounded like she was getting royally fucked, and she actually was enjoying small orgasms every now and then.

Susan was particularly transfixed. At one point she whispered to Katherine, "Watch and learn. Tiger is taming Brenda right before our eyes!"

Alan was so emboldened that he eventually started to fondle his way further down her body. He wanted to feel her hips without any clothing in the way, so when he got that far, he simply yanked her skirt down past her knees. It slid the rest of the way down her legs and off her altogether.

Then he went back for her panties. He had some mercy on her and only yanked them down enough to completely expose her pussy and ass. Then he went to town exploring her fantastic buttocks, including her ass crack. She obliged by shifting positions to give him better access. However, he avoided touching her pussy, if only because he'd gotten used to that being a "no go" zone with Susan and Suzanne.

Brenda could tell that he'd slid her panties down her thighs, but she didn't make any attempt to pull them back up. My GOD! I'm effectively totally naked! He can see everything! But I don't care! It's just like Susan says: the first thing he does is get your clothes off. Then he makes you kneel. And SUCK! God damn! I'm nothing but putty in his hands! Gaawwwd, I love what he's doing to my ass! My whole body! I've never felt like such a total SLUT! HIS slut! He's marking me, proving his ownership in front of all the others!

The only problem is, he's not touching my hot CUNT! I want him to. Touch me, Alan, especially there!

Without anyone telling her to do so, Brenda put her hands behind her head. It made her feel even more submissive and controlled, and she got off on that like a cat rolling in a pile of catnip. Her eyes had been closed most of the time, but as she slipped deeper and deeper into her overwhelming lust, she simply couldn't stop watching Suzanne's two hands sliding all over Alan's slippery erection.

Alan kept going until he was right on the verge of orgasm. He could tell that Suzanne was worked up and wasn't going to stop stroking his boner, so he had to do something before there was a cummy explosion. No one had spoken a coherent word for minutes, until he said, "Okay, I declare the measuring job done!"

That made Suzanne laugh, because she'd forgotten all about the measuring pretense.

Alan reached to his own crotch and pulled Suzanne's hands away. Then he picked the tape measure up again. With the tape tight across her nipples once more, he announced, "Okay, she's 34 inches below the breasts and about 44 or 45 inches above. It's hard to tell there, even with her nipples compressed by the tape, because they're so long and stiff. They're also really hot." He slowly ran a hand across her bare ass cheeks, just because he knew he could and she wouldn't stop him.

Brenda shivered, then groaned out loud, "So long, so stiff, and soooo hoottt..." She stared at Alan's exposed erection hungrily, making it obvious that what she thought was long, stiff, and hot was something quite different than what he had been referring to.

Suzanne followed Brenda's gaze. Even though Alan had rather forcefully removed her hands only a minute earlier, she was way too horny to behave, so she resumed her stroking of his visibly-throbbing boner.

Brenda watched in disbelief. This place is incredible! He's put the tape measure down again, and now he's just blatantly exploring my breasts and my ass, even while Suzanne is STILL jacking him off! The only thing women do around here is pleasure this boy's great big cock! It's like ... they exist only to serve him, and if they don't do a good enough job, he spanks the hell out of them!

Oh God! Where do I sign up?! This has got to be Heaven on Earth!

Brenda could feel an epic climax coming on, but she wasn't quite there. So she reached up, grabbed Alan's fingers (which were continuing to caress the sensitive undersides of her gigantic tits), and **** them to pinch her nipples again. Hard. Then she screamed and started to collapse, even as a surprising amount of liquid ran from her pussy and puddled on the floor.

Alan had to hold Brenda up by her breasts, but the angle was awkward given Suzanne's continued firm hold on his pre-cum soaked erection. His knees started to buckle from the strain.

Suzanne saw his problem and let go of his cock, which allowed him to straighten up and turn toward Brenda to hold her squarely. However, that caused his erection to slip between her trembling legs. Just knowing where his dick was positioned was exciting him too much, leaving him feeling on the verge of cumming. But he couldn't do anything about it, since Brenda was still in danger of falling. He pivoted so that he could brace her quivering legs along a slightly raised thigh, using one arm to hold her around the waist.

That worked. With the situation more or less safe, he closed his eyes and paused just to get his breathing and libido under control. It was all that he could do not to cum. He thanked his lucky stars that his dick wasn't actually brushing up against her skin, because that would probably have pushed him over the edge.

At that moment Suzanne again took firm hold of his stiffness and resumed her stroking.

He wasn't happy about that, because he knew that if merely touching Brenda was too much, there was no way he could hold out against Suzanne's talented stimulation. He tried hard to delay matters, but the extremely urgent sensation in his dick couldn't be denied for long. He thought it would be impolite to cum on Brenda, but that's what was going to happen unless something changed, and soon. He desperately needed to relieve the pressure in his balls.

He shuddered and said, "Would everyone close their eyes?" He looked back towards Katherine and Susan, sitting near him. They looked hot and bothered too, and their hands were still obviously down around their pussies. "Please?" he said more urgently. "I'm about to shoot any second! Aunt Suzy, can you help me avoid a mess?"

"Sure thing, Sweetie." She dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth.

Brenda was supposed to keep her eyes closed, but she barely made a pretense of doing that, and even that for only a few seconds. "OH GOD!" she screamed, overawed by what she was seeing. She'd cum so much already, her pussy felt nearly numb.

The touch of Suzanne's wet mouth on the tip of Alan's pulsing pole pushed him over the edge instantly, before she could even engulf him thoroughly. He closed his eyes and held on with all his might, still clenching his PC muscle to delay his firing for a few more seconds. But he knew he couldn't last long, so he shouted, "I'm losing it!"

Suzanne knew he was past the point of no return, so she suckled him even more enthusiastically instead of letting up. She tried to be as loud and sloppy about it as possible, so even those with their eyes closed would know exactly what was happening.

Brenda screamed loudly, as if she were being vigorously fucked. She wasn't, but this time she felt directly involved in his climax, because he was still loosely holding her upper arms.

Katherine and Susan had also been asked to keep their eyes closed, but they too only did so for a few seconds. Then they watched avidly and sped up their masturbation as Suzanne's mouth rode Alan's jerking, shaking pole like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco.

Alan staggered about, straightening the leg he still held against Brenda.

Brenda straightened out also, standing upright and pulling away from his leg while pivoting to get a better look at Suzanne's head where it bobbed in his crotch.

He instinctively leaned out and held Brenda's shoulders for support for long seconds as his cum continued to shoot from his pulsing dick into Suzanne's mouth.

Brenda, however, was still too wobbly to stand unassisted. She fell forward, pressing her massive, soft, bare tits into his chest, doubling the pleasure of his continued explosive release.

He found himself hugging and squeezing Brenda's topless body as he continued to cum into Suzanne's greedy mouth. Had he been more with it, he would have taken more advantage of groping Brenda's bounteous chest, but as it was he just clung to her for support, as she was doing to him.

Suzanne had originally intended to swallow his load in the usual way, but at the very last second she'd had a devilish thought. Just to inflame Brenda's desire ever further, she took his still spurting dick out of her mouth and lay back on the sofa she'd been sitting on. Holding his pulsing pole a foot or two from her face, she had him spurt the rest of his load all over her face.

It felt like being under Niagara Falls: his cum just kept coming and coming. Most of it hit her square in the mouth, and then found its way down her throat. But a good amount hit her cheeks and chin, then dribbled down her neck.

Brenda could hardly believe her eyes as she saw rope after rope fly toward Suzanne from the tip of Alan's erection. There were about ten ropes in all, more than she'd ever seen a guy cum in a single orgasm. She was so shaken by the sight that she found herself shouting, "Do it! Shoot some more!"

She rubbed her essentially naked body against his like a cat in heat scratching against a post, hoping that would help coax out more of his cum. It did.

The groans of the others made it clear that Brenda wasn't the only one who was staggered by the torrent of cum flooding Suzanne's face. There wasn't a dry seat in the room.

Chapter 12

When Suzanne sensed that Alan was done cumming, she sat up, pulled his shorts up his legs, put his softening penis back in his shorts, and started to zip him up.

Susan was distraught to see that. "Suzanne! What are you doing?!" She didn't even give Suzanne a chance to reply, because she knew what Suzanne would say. "Don't you know that his dick and balls always need to be cleaned off afterward? Here, if you're not going to do it, I will."

He reluctantly pushed Brenda away and propped her back up, one hand cupping a tit, the other on her shoulder. Even now, he still had enough energy and interest to fondle her amazing rack a bit longer.

As everyone watched, Susan stripped down to just her high heels and knelt in front of Alan. She cupped his balls, but before she started her cleaning, she said to Brenda, "You have no idea how embarrassed I am at having to do this in front of everyone. But I'm one of my son's personal cocksuckers, and it's a task, duty, and pleasure that I take very seriously. It's something that really needs to be done while naked. Keeping his privates clean is a big part of the job!"

They all just stood or sat around, watching Susan lick away. She did feel extremely self-conscious, so she kept her "cleaning" short. She mostly just wanted to make her point, and to see Brenda's reaction.

It was hard to tell how Brenda was really taking it, since their very busty guest just stared slack-jawed. She did finally remember to pull her panties back up, even though they were wetter than wet. However, that embarrassed her even more, since just pulling them up made all sorts of lewd squishy sounds, which caused all eyes to look at her.

Once Susan finished her 'cleaning' and stood back up, Suzanne said blithely, "Shall we go back to our cards?" The idea of restarting the card game was quite unexpected by the rest, considering everything that had just happened, but that was Suzanne's intention.

Brenda looked around. If she excluded her soaked panties, then Katherine and Alan were the only ones wearing some clothes. That made the nakedness of the others, including herself, even more staggering. She stared at Suzanne incredulously. "Um, excuse me, but your face is still all ... well, wet."

Susan held her head proudly and explained, "So what? Look at all the cum on me. That's how Tiger marks us. When you see Suzanne covered in cum like that, is there any doubt to whom she belongs?"

Suzanne looked a little sheepish after that explanation, but made no attempt to deny it or to clean her face.

Brenda thought, Oh sweet Jesus! She belongs to him! They both do! It's like they live to serve him and his cock. Susan called herself his "personal cocksucker," and she means it. She's his MOTHER! Fuck me! I want my face marked exactly like theirs. No, not want; I need it!

Katherine also felt a bit left out, because she wanted her face marked too.

Susan saw her daughter's sad look and wanted to help, but in truth there wasn't much cum left on her face after what she'd eaten and rubbed into her skin. So she walked right up to a now standing Suzanne and asked, "May I?"

Suzanne wasn't sure what Susan was asking permission about, but she replied "Sure" anyway. After all, Susan was her best friend and had her complete trust.

Susan swiped one hand across Suzanne's right cheek, then her other hand across Suzanne's left cheek. Then she turned to Katherine and said, "Here you go, Angel, my darling." She swiped both cummy hands across her daughter's cheeks and chin, making her nearly as cum-covered as the other two. She even fed some of the cum directly into her daughter's mouth.

Brenda had been lying down and recovering. She'd just managed to sit up when she saw that. Overwhelmed again, she fell back down. Her thoughts came out in gasps, just like her ragged breath. No! Mother! Daughter! Cum! God! Help! Too much! Do me! Someone, do me too! Cum ... on my face! HIS cum! Need it!

Eventually, all the others, except Brenda, started back toward the dining room where their cards still lay on the table. No one bothered to get dressed at all, except for Alan who tucked his penis away and zipped up his fly now that he was completely flaccid.

Brenda was so out of it that Susan had to come back and assist her into the other room. As she did, she whispered in Brenda's ear so that no one else could hear. "When Alan marks your face like that - and he will; you know it already in your heart - you will belong to him and only to him. You'll be one of his sex helpers, one of his sluts, just like the rest of us. He will totally dominate you and possess you and control you. You'll never think of another man again; you'll live to suck his cock, just like I do!"

Susan's words were seemingly unlikely, because a part of her wasn't keen on Brenda having a big place in Alan's life, due to her envy of Brenda's bigger boobs, plus concerns about sharing Alan's limited time. But she also was aware that Brenda was somehow going to play a big role in their lives from that point on, if only because Brenda knew their **** secret as well as an increasing number of other secrets about their sex lives.

In this area, Susan was operating on instinct. At some gut level she felt that Brenda was a kindred spirit, a sister who needed to be sexually submissive just as she was. She was using that comment to test whether that assessment was really the case. If so, she could see Brenda becoming a good friend over time, because they'd have so much in common.

But part of the problem was simply that Susan couldn't stop herself from boasting; her pride at her son's sexual prowess knew no bounds.

Susan's words served to further fry Brenda's overwhelmed brain. She was so out of it that she had left her top back in the living room. Even though her tits now bounced up and down like a yo-yo with every step she took, she seemed completely unconcerned that she was mostly naked. Not only that, but her pussy area was so wet that her panties literally squished as she walked.

By this point she looked like she was stoned, or a zombie, and that wasn't too far from the truth. On top of everything else, the words Susan had whispered to her had hit her like nothing else in her life. It had been such an enormous revelation and epiphany, to consider herself being dominated by Alan and fully devoted to serving him sexually, that it was almost too much for her to even think about directly.

Susan was disappointed that Brenda didn't reply to her comments. But she realized Brenda was probably too far gone to say much anyway.

Once they'd all sat back down at the dining room table, Suzanne dealt another hand of cards.

Alan was fairly amazed that they would continue playing, especially given Brenda's blissed-out condition. He'd assumed that the night's real fun was over, but he was willing to roll with the punches. He loved how Brenda, Suzanne, and Susan sat there topless; he figured that probably would inspire his dick to get hard again before long.

He thought aloud, "Yep, I believe it now. Brenda really is a K-cup. Thirty-four inches below the breasts, plus ten, is 44. Even with her unreal nipples, that's a J-cup. Whoa!"

Brenda interrupted, panting, "I'm 44-29-39! A 34K is about a quart and a half of breast tissue per boob." She was too tired to thrust her tits out, so she just cupped them from underneath and held them up. Somehow, that was easier.

Suzanne teased, "Uh-oh. Seems like we haven't quite sorted it out. Is it eight inches or nine? Hey, that's just like Alan's cock. Isn't that a coincidence? Sweetie, you just might have to measure her again." She playfully added, "This time, you can take your time about it."

Brenda cried out, "Oh God! Sweet Jesus! Please!" Her whole body shivered.

Alan couldn't tell if she meant "please do" or "please don't, I can't take any more." He also couldn't tell, or quite believe, that she'd just had another orgasm. But he knew that he couldn't use any more excitement at that moment, while his penis was still recovering, so he just said, "Either way, it's totally unreal. And they're so soft. They're seriously like pillows or marshmallows or something. How on Earth do they stay up so high? Brenda, you could, like, thwack yourself in the face with those."

Brenda giggled, which caused her chest to jiggle and heave. "Yep! That's happened. I got a black eye once, running to answer the phone naked." She laughed some more. She was almost delirious.

Katherine had been fairly quiet for a while. She was aroused by it all; how could anyone watching not be? But she also was increasingly sullen from boob envy. That was the main reason why she'd kept in the background and kept all her clothes on, since she didn't want her body to be compared with those of the three ultra-busty older women.

Furthermore, she was really worried that Brenda would be angry when she finally recovered her senses, so she asked, "Brenda, you're not going to be angry with us tomorrow, are you?"

Brenda giggled some more. "I don't know what I'll remember tomorrow. I hope I remember something, because this is way too much fun. No, Alan has been quite a gentleman. It's cute how he's too shy to touch me."

Alan tried to think. He certainly didn't remember being a gentleman, especially given the way he'd taken liberties while supposedly trying to measure her bust. The way he remembered it, he'd blatantly fondled every part of her but her pussy for at least five minutes.

Brenda went on, "Speaking of touching, Alan, don't you need to, like, air out your shorts or something? You know, whip out your big cock again? I mean, um, take your penis out? And if, you know, you have to be helped some more, maybe I should be the one to help this time. Especially if I was partly the cause of the problem in the first place ... That is, you know ... I could even ... with my mouth..."

Alan didn't say a word, but gave his answer by letting his penis hang out of his shorts again. It was already regaining its stiffness, primarily due to Brenda's continuing partial nakedness. But in fact he didn't really want another orgasm, even if Brenda were to help. His penis still needed to recover from the previous busy day. He also remembered Suzanne's advice to leave Brenda wanting more, so he acted as if he hadn't heard her last few words, even though his action suggested otherwise.

Suzanne wasn't sure what Alan's blank expression meant. Was he still on the same page, or had he mentally checked out for a while as he recovered from such an overwhelming sexual onslaught? She wandered up to him and whispered quietly in his ear, "Sweetie, remember that you need to play hard to get with her. Deny her what she wants now and it'll pay off later. Really **** her and tease her and rub in the fact that she's not getting any of your sweet cum. Trust me on this."

He nodded, glad that his own idea about playing hard to get matched with Suzanne's. He was in a restrained post-orgasmic mood, which was good for tormenting Brenda a bit. He finally responded to the rest of her comment. "Thanks, Brenda, but you're not offering to give me a blowjob, are you? Because I know you would never do something like that."

She looked at him with surprise and stammered without speaking.

He continued, "I know you're not some kind of cum-crazed cock hound, are you? That doesn't seem like you. The reason you're panting right now isn't because you're **** to have me take my cock and shove it in your mouth, so you can swirl your tongue all around it, right?"

She shook her head 'No', more in a state of shock than anything else, even though in her mind she was screaming "Yes!" She'd expected many things, but not rejection, and she couldn't really deal with it. She stared down at the now fully-erect boner poking up from his crotch, and whimpered with lusty need.

He went on, "I thought not. It's a good thing too, because I already have all the big-titted cock helpers I can handle right here in this room. If you wanted to lick my cock, you'd have to wait your turn, unfortunately. The thing is, I'd prefer to have my very own mother or sister or aunt suck me off whenever I need, at any hour of the day or night. And they do. You should have seen Mom yesterday; she was on her hands and knees worshipping my fuck rod all day long, starting when she woke me up with her mother's-alarm-clock blowjob. And then there's Aunt Suzy. I need her just as much. No one beats her for technique. She even knows how to deep throat me."

Katherine and Susan were very surprised to hear that. They both shot jealous glances in Suzanne's direction.

Suzanne acted obtuse, as if she hadn't noticed those glances.

He went on, "And Sis, she's kind of new to some things, but she's catching up fast. She does everything with complete love, and I love her more than words could possibly say. So it's a good thing you don't want to feel my throbbing hot dick thrusting in and out of your mouth, because I don't know how I'd be able to work you into my busy schedule."

"Oh, God, no!" Brenda cried out.

He wasn't sure what she meant by 'no, ' and perhaps neither did she.

"I have to, I have to, um, use the bathroom again," she panted, but she didn't rise. She was too out of it to make it all the way there on her own anyway. His rejection hit her like yet another lightning bolt, somehow exciting her more than anything else she could remember. She'd never before been rejected physically, so, ironically, the rejection doubled her desire for Alan, even though her desire was already way off the charts.

Her hands were underneath the table, and seconds later Alan saw all the muscles in her body go from a tensed state to a relaxed one. Then a curious expression appeared on her face. She looked like someone who'd just peed in her pants, which wasn't far from what had happened, except that it wasn't pee and she wasn't wearing pants.

In fact, she'd had another ejaculatory orgasm, though no one knew that at the time. No one had noticed her first one either, because she'd been wearing panties (which blocked her spray) and only Suzanne was aware that women could even have such orgasms.

Alan peered around the table. Both Susan and Katherine had their hands underneath the table and appeared to be happily sawing away at their own pussies some more. Katherine in particular had gotten extremely comfortable. Her entire crotch was exposed to Alan from where he was sitting, so he could clearly see her fingers sink in and out her pussy.

Suzanne had more control, thanks to her own recent climaxes, so she kept her hands on top of the table. She gave Alan a puzzled look, as if saying, "Why are you trying to scare her off?" But that was just because she was worried that he'd go too far. She liked how he was pushing Brenda's buttons, but was concerned that he not overdo it.

Brenda was now slumped down in her chair, completely overcome. The only reason she wasn't frigging herself further was that she was too wasted from her previous orgasm to even move. Her body continued to shudder every few seconds, as if Alan's words and all that she had seen were like bolts of electricity that kept firing into her long after he'd finished speaking.

Suzanne stood up. She'd reviewed the entire situation and concluded that Brenda had been pushed to the limit for one evening. She said, "I don't think we should play any more cards tonight. Brenda, you seem tired. Why don't you take a little nap in the living room? You're in no shape to drive home like this."

"Okay," Brenda said in a small voice. "Thanks, y'all. I had a great time." She closed her eyes.