When Will I Be Loved?: Part 2

Chapter 4

Alan's tennis competition lasted so long that when he finally returned home, he fell asleep immediately and napped for most of the remaining afternoon.

Katherine was overdue for a cocksucking turn with him, but while he was napping Suzanne "traded" positions with her. The older woman thought it was important that she have some time with him that day, so when Alan woke he found Suzanne there.

"Howdy, pardner," she drawled in her assumed Texan accent. "Have a good day?" She sat across the room wearing nothing but high heels, looking very happy and energetic.

"It's been good. But I guess I'm a bit spoiled: lately, I'm used to great." His penis had risen within seconds, after just one look at her, but his mind got there more slowly.

"Let me guess. You had a pretty incredible day with your mom yesterday." She crossed the room from where she'd been sitting and pulled his covers down.

"How did you know?"

"It was a Tuesday. She's really something when it comes to Tuesdays. Somehow I suspect she did more than just a simple penis abnormality check." Grasping his erection, she started stroking it. Her complete nakedness no longer even merited comment; that's just how much things had changed.

He smiled in fond remembrance, answering in a drawl: "Yep, she shore did." He looked down at her and finally noticed that she was wearing high heels. That excited him even more.

Suzanne began lapping at his sweet spot while continuing to stroke the rest. "Remember, she and I work out together almost every day. And while we do, she tells me EVERYthing. We didn't yesterday, so we had a lot of catching up to do today. Aaaah..." She paused in her talking to savor licking his cock with her long tongue.

Just when he concluded that she was done talking, she added, "Thinking about it makes me hungry for chocolate ... and cock!"

There was an even longer pause while she swallowed his cockhead and bobbed down his shaft. She resumed licking his sweet spot, but her lips slid tightly back and forth just below his cockhead at the same time.

That went on for a minute or two, until Alan was convinced she was done talking and kicked back to fully luxuriate in the pleasure she was giving him.

But then she pulled off again, saying, "And let's not forget what happened in the morning! Playing with your big-titted mommy while Angel sucked you off? That was brilliant! Your mom told me over and over this morning how guilty she felt, but she couldn't deny how arousing it was." Suzanne stopped to lap her way down to his balls and back, using a clockwise motion. Then she added, "Just talking about it made her hot as an oven. Oh boy! Even though she knew I was watching, she couldn't help but pull her top down and play with her tits in imitation of what you'd done to her."

Alan trembled all over. He was struggling hard not to cum, but between Suzanne's sexy talk and the work of her over-long tongue, he felt he was going to blow his load at any moment, for sure.

Suzanne sensed this, and suddenly let go of his dick altogether.

That caused it to bob in the air, and just having that happen was nearly enough to push him over the last little bit. He panted hard as the urge to cum slowly passed.

Suzanne was a bit miffed. She worried that it was the talk about Susan and not what she was doing to him that had made him so horny so rapidly. She smiled and said, "Playing with Mommy is a lot of fun, I'm sure, but you're not going to forget your old Aunt Suzy, are you?" She resumed pumping his boner as a helpful reminder of how much fun she could be. The tone of her voice was light, but she was actually hiding a serious concern that Susan was hogging too much of his attention.

He'd just barely managed not to cum, and her stroking was keeping him wonderfully aroused but also dangerously near the edge. Still, he knew it was very important to ease her concern, so he somehow replied, "Of course not. First off, you're not old. Second, you're really important to me. I can't even begin to tell you how much I love you."

"That's nice, and you know how much I love you." As always, her heart soared to hear him say "I love you," and she was very proud that she now had the guts to say it back. She still had a lot of issues about being open with her feelings.

She added, "But just to remind you what your aunt can do, I'll show you what a titfuck is like." She pulled him up so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, and then she knelt between his legs. This talk of love was getting her quite horny.

Just seeing a total bombshell positioned like that gave him a rush. "What do you mean, 'You'll show me what a titfuck is like?' I've done it with you already, multiple times. Remember?"

"Sure, but that was Tit Fucking 101. Now you're ready for the advanced course." She thought, Sweetie, lover, you don't know what's gonna hit you! I wanna get fucked so bad that it's like a physical pain. But until we can do that without Susan having a heart attack if she finds us, we're gonna do everything else two people can do. I love you so much!

She pulled out a jar of cream she had brought in anticipation of what they were about to do. "The first thing we have to do is lather these babies up so they're as slippery as a water slide. You want to do the honors?"

"I'd be most delighted! Sweetness! But I still don't see what the difference is."

She was silent about what she'd do this time, but confident and knowing.

That really piqued his curiosity. He felt like he could spend hours lathering up and playing with her tits, and doing that also gave his penis a much needed strategic break. But eventually he hurried to finish so he could see what she had in store for him.

Finally everything was ready. Suzanne put his erection in place between her globes, and said, "Now, enjoy this!"

**

She proceeded to demonstrate her combined titfucking and licking skills. With the long, slippery tit-tunnel she'd created, and the flicking of her tongue at the end of each penis stroke, he felt as if the pleasure was more than he could bear.

At first she pressed her tits together with her hands and slid them around his shaft a bit.

But he soon got the hang of what she was doing and took over that task. That gave him the opportunity to freely grope and knead her tits at the same time.

With her hands free, she somehow managed to reach his balls and fondle them from time to time. That in itself was impressive, since her big tits seemingly covered everything.

But licking at the tip of his cockhead was just for starters. She suddenly lurched forward and took the last inch of his cockhead in her mouth and gave it a good suck while her huge, well-lubed orbs continued tightly sliding around his shaft. Then, while he was still reveling in that, she pulled back only to send her tongue snaking even further down his pole. It was obviously a great strain, but she just managed to reach his sweet spot and tickle it with the tip of her tongue.

Alan was blown away: he'd never had such an intense, multiple oral stimulation from a single partner except for Glory's extraordinary deep throats. He actually had to shout, "Whoa! Whoa! Stop! Please! Gotta ... gotta take a break!"

He gasped for air. As his breathing calmed somewhat, he thought, Aunt Suzy is so incredible! Everything she does ... The way she sways her hips as she walks, causing her buttocks to undulate ... Man, I could just watch her walk all day! The way she talks with her sultry, whispery voice, the way she smells with her subtle tasteful perfumes, the way she dresses when she is even wearing clothes, her chestnut brown hair, her green eyes, her ivory skin ... God damn! It's all so sexual. She's so kind and cultured. Intelligent, too. And she loves me. That's the best part of all!

But he wasn't the only one extremely excited. Even as he was busy thinking, she resumed her licking and titfucking because she just couldn't help herself.

He continued to think as he got high off her titfuck, Her body! Her sexual prowess! This feels soooo fucking good! Fuck, man; I need more of Aunt Suzy in my life. I need more of this. Yes!

She sensed just when he was ready to blow from the tightening of his balls, and switched to sucking off the top inch or so while keeping a tit massage going over most of the rest of his throbbing stiffness.

He gave up a seemingly endless geyser of cum, blasting it to the back of her mouth, which overflowed with his seed, causing some to dribble down her chin.

She loved it so much that she didn't want it to end, even after his penis grew flaccid. For several minutes she seductively ran her fingers all over her slicked-up and dripping lips, nearly fucking her mouth with her fingers in a vain attempt to prolong the experience.

When it was all over, he asked as she started to walk to the door, "Wow. When can we do that again?"

She smiled in her worldly-wise way. "Soon. Soon. I actually swapped turns with your sister so I could remind you that your Aunt Suzy knows her way around a cock. I suspect you'll be getting a tongue bath from her too pretty soon." She winked.

"Double wow! But - and I hate to look a gift horse in the mouth here - but why all the focus on my dick? What if I go down on her instead? Would that be so bad?"

"Yes. Yes, it would." She was a shameless flirt, and couldn't help but strike a sexy pose as she stood nude in the door frame.

"Why?! I mean, I love what's happening to me. I really love, love, love it! But it feels unfair. Why can't I reciprocate?"

"First of all, you do. I had a nice cum during that titfuck, and that's par for the course. Your mom, your sister, and me - we all cum a lot more times than you do, actually. So don't worry about fairness."

"But I do worry. It's not normal, having all the focus be on me. I mean, the way the three of you constantly give me visual stimulation all by itself isn't fair."

She was caught in the act, because she was standing in a sultry pose with an arm above her head even as he said that. She lowered her arm and replied, "True. But that's what happens when there's just one of you and three of us. Besides, and pretend you didn't hear this, but if you lick my pussy, before long your cock will be balls-deep in me and my heels will be digging in your back as I scream your name at the top of my lungs!"

He felt a shiver of lust run down his spine. His dick would have revived had he not just climaxed so recently. He asked, "And that's a BAD thing?!"

"It is." She looked carefully up and down the hall, since his door was wide open and she was standing in it. "Trust me; I have a plan. Good things come to those who wait." She paused, and then added with a wink, "And those who wait cum good."

He nodded after her as she walked off.

She was smiling as she strode down the hall, as naked as when she'd entered his room. She felt relieved that she was back in his thoughts in a big way.

Once she was downstairs, sitting in the front entrance and putting on some clothes from her drawer in the underwear cabinet, she thought, Take that, Susan! Old Aunt Suzy still has a trick or two up her sleeve. The fact is, I haven't even begun to show this boy real pleasure. Thanks to my gymnastics training, not to mention my unique tongue, I can do things with my body that they don't even have in the Kama Sutra, hee-hee. I'm gonna kill this boy with pleasure! Meanwhile, Susan will be still figuring out what a titfuck is. I'm gonna make him more dependent on my body than even his mother's and his sister's together. My Sweetie and I - we're gonna run this family.

Chapter 5

Alan had only cum three times by dinner, which left him with serious doubts that he'd reach his target that day. Even so, he was okay with the low number since he'd done it eight times the day before.

When he came downstairs for dinner, however, he got a pleasant surprise. Suzanne had stayed over to eat, which wasn't particularly unusual lately, but Brenda was there too, sitting at the table waiting for dinner. That had never happened before.

Alan had forgotten that the previous Wednesday's card game had become a regular, weekly social event involving Brenda. Since Ron was gone, Brenda had been invited to arrive before the card game started, to share dinner so that everyone could get to know her better.

Brenda had shown up even earlier than expected, so Suzanne hadn't had a chance to tell the others what they should or shouldn't say in her presence, and no one had had time to dress up yet.

Even without a formal excuse for drop-dead attire, the dinner turned out to be quite a sight for sore eyes. Susan, Suzanne, Katherine, and Brenda were each dressed in a fairly sexy outfit anyway, and they all looked great. There was a certain unstated competition among the well-endowed ladies, a challenge to be the sexiest and prettiest.

Alan was the happy beneficiary of all the visual splendor. He was a bit surprised that Amy wasn't there as well, but then took that as a good omen. He figured, Aunt Suzy must be behind Amy's absence. She protects Aims from sexual situations. So that means she must think that something really sexual will happen tonight. Probably something with Brenda. No doubt Aunt Suzy will help push that along.

He was correct with that guess. Suzanne steered the conversation to sex and generally kept it there. She spent much of the dinner discussing the numerous adulterous affairs she'd had over the years, often going into quite graphic detail, while eating her meal in a subtly seductive manner to emphasize her points. For instance, when discussing past blowjobs she would pause to gently suckle the tip her fork for a few moments after inserting a bite of korma, or swirl a sip of mango lassi around behind her cheek. In so doing, she kept everyone aroused while keeping the discussion away from ****, so that Susan would not unintentionally reveal even more secrets.

Suzanne had a lot of amusing stories about her schemes and close calls at getting or almost being caught. She'd always used her wiles and charm to get away, once even convincing a wife that nothing had happened despite being caught naked in her husband's bed, by claiming that she'd been passing by and had had a medical emergency and was being tended to in bed until the ambulance arrived. She'd explained that she had had to get naked because she was burning up with a high fever. It was wildly implausible, but it had worked; Suzanne could almost be hypnotically convincing when she really put her mind to it.

She made a point to emphasize how each of her other lovers failed to measure up to Alan, even when this hadn't been true. She'd had more skilled lovers, and more endowed lovers, but she purposely hyped Alan to intrigue Brenda. Because she had concluded that Brenda was a natural submissive, she kept emphasizing how dominant and controlling Alan was, even though, more often than not, he'd really just been taken along for the ride.

Her words not only pushed all of Brenda's buttons; they got to everyone else as well. By the time that dinner ended, the entire room smelled of aroused pussy. In particular, the quite pungent smell of Brenda's wet pussy became known to everyone, to her growing embarrassment.

After dinner, Susan brought out the cake she and Alan had made the night before.

Alan mentioned cryptically, "If you all only knew how this cake came to be made, you wouldn't believe it."

Susan flushed a cherry red, blushing like crazy.

The other three women tried to goad him into telling more, their curiosity driven by Susan's strong reaction, but he wouldn't explain. He hadn't meant to even say that much; it had just slipped out.

After dessert ended and the table had been cleared, everyone just remained there and started playing cards. However, this week there was much less card playing and much more giggling and gossiping, influenced largely by the drinking of wine. Most of the talk was about sex, big boobs and the hassles of having them, Alan, his love of big boobs, and often some combination thereof.

As the atmosphere grew more comfortable, Susan, Katherine, and Suzanne told Brenda of various erotic encounters they'd had with Alan, causing all of the females to grow even hornier with each new story.

For instance, Suzanne related how she'd first jacked Alan off by pretending to show him Internet porn. But she told it in such a way as to make it seem that he had cleverly talked her into stroking him when she wasn't originally that keen on it. She even fabricated new details, such as pretending that he'd gotten her completely naked and then climaxed all over her face and tits. Such stories reinforced the notion that he was controlling the others, compelling them to pleasure him by getting them so horny that they lost all self-control. That drove Brenda wild with secret desire.

Actually, Brenda's feelings were hardly a secret to anyone, given the way she kept staring at Alan and his crotch like she might up and ravage him at any moment.

The women all talked as if Alan weren't there (although he actually was), which somehow made the whole discussion more arousing as they silently enjoyed his wordless reactions.

For Susan's next story, she described how she had woken Alan the day before with her mouth around his morning wood.

Alan was surprised at the level of detail in his mother's description. He had no idea how she could remember events that well, because she practically gave a "lick by lick" account, saying things like: "Then I could sense that his sweet spot was pretty well taken care of, so I slowly licked my way back up to his piss hole. I kept pumping his thick shaft all the while, but I guess that goes without saying. Then I saw that he was looking at my big tits, and I remembered Suzanne's words of wisdom that 'a good blowjob involves the whole body, and it's especially crucial to keep the tits moving constantly.' So I set my tits jiggling just by shifting my shoulders slightly, you know, like this."

She demonstrated the technique, while staring with bedroom eyes right at her son. "And that got me so hot that I wanted to pleasure him even MORE! So I swallowed him down below his crown again and resumed a tight lip-lock as I slurped all over his sweet spot. Mmmm! I don't know about you, but I'm getting quite, um, shall we say, inspired! And then I thought about his balls and how I'd been neglecting them for the last minute or two..."

Susan really did remember her sexual activities with Alan in that kind of detail, at least the ones that had happened most recently, because when she wasn't with him she was reliving them over and over in her mind, and then she usually set the memories more firmly by telling Suzanne all about it the next time they exercised. But she was also showing off in front of Brenda. She wanted to make clear that while Brenda had the bigger bust, she would have no chance of competing when it came to pleasuring Alan.

Brenda didn't get the message so much as she just got incredibly horny. She kept rubbing her legs in a way that slightly stimulated her pussy, but it wasn't nearly enough for her to get any real satisfaction.

Then Katherine told about the day when she'd first exposed herself to Alan and masturbated in his full view by the swimming pool. That was news to Susan and Suzanne. Many of the details that emerged in the various stories were news to more than just Brenda.

However, the females still censored themselves significantly, failing to mention any lesbian moments (like Katherine with Kim) or their strong desire to be fucked by Alan (or in Katherine's case, actually having been fucked by him already). Susan and Katherine also were careful not to get too colorful with their language. For instance, Katherine never called herself Alan's "number one fuck toy," and Susan never referred to herself as "one of his personal cocksuckers."

Suzanne was relieved that the others were being carefully to censor their stories. That allowed her to relax her guard somewhat, making the evening more enjoyable for her.

Now that the women were being more honest, they started talking more to Alan, rather than just talking about him. For instance, Katherine asked him what he'd been thinking that day when he'd watched her by the pool, so he'd told how incredibly aroused her display had made him.

It was all everyone could do not to begin masturbating right then and there. However, they held back because of Brenda. Ironically, Brenda wanted to masturbate even more than the others, but she also held back to save face and maintain some kind of dignity. So while there was no openly-acknowledged masturbation, many hands were drifting to private places beneath the table and staying there.

Alan remembered Suzanne's prediction that Brenda was sexually submissive and would respond in a big way if he would be more assertive. So, during a lull between stories, he said, "By the way, Brenda, I really like your outfit. I especially like how you're obviously braless, and how your big boobs bounce and jiggle with every move you make. It reminds me of a certain red outfit that Susan has worn here at home once or twice."

Susan blushed as she thought about the revealing outfit he mentioned.

Alan was right about the accidental similarities between that outfit and the one Brenda was wearing now. Brenda's was white, not red, and there were other differences overall, such as the long white gloves she was wearing. But the obvious focal point was the way the dress exposed all of her cleavage and then some, doing so from below while keeping her collar area covered. The result was that her clothing gave almost no support to her massive globes. If anything, the dress was actually designed to make her breasts bounce even more than if she'd been completely topless.

Seeing no reaction from Brenda yet, he added, "Braless is good. As you may know, the rule in this house is that no female is allowed to wear underwear. So I hope you aren't wearing any panties either."

Brenda reacted hotly. "And what if I am? In fact, it just so happens that I am. Is that a crime? What's so wrong with that? And why is the rule only no FEMALE underwear? Why doesn't the rule apply to you?!"

He responded, "I misspoke. It's a moot point with me because I don't wear underwear around the house anymore anyway." He grinned impishly as he added, "Do you want me to prove it?" He made like he was going to stand up and unzip his fly.

Brenda looked away and blushed. "No! Uh, no please, I believe you."

Seeing that he was putting her on the defensive, he said, "Okay, whatever you say. But rules are rules, and you're in violation of our 'no panties' rule."

Brenda's blush deepened as she thought about going without panties. She actually wanted to take hers off, but felt she needed them on because she was leaking so copiously. That was a problem that had bothered her for years, ever since her body had matured. She didn't want to leave a big wet spot on every chair she sat in, so she wore highly absorbent panties.

Suzanne liked Alan's assertiveness with Brenda, but she'd also heard that Brenda had a temper (even though she personally hadn't experienced much of it yet), so she didn't want him to push her too far. That led her to say, "Don't worry, Brenda. If you're not ready to take your panties off tonight, we can make a special exception for you this time. Can't we, Alan?"

Alan acted uncertain. "Perhaps. Or maybe I should just give her a spanking right now for being disobedient."

Brenda's eyes bugged out. Oh, FUCK! Fuck me! Not spanking! Please don't talk about spanking! I can't take it!

Alan didn't realize it, but spanking just happened to be one of Brenda's major fetishes, instilled in her as a child by her mother. There were few things that aroused her more than the "threat" of being spanked.

Katherine could sense what Alan was doing, as well as Brenda's strong reaction, so she suggested with glee, "So you'd have her take off all her clothes and lie naked over your lap, and then you'd wale on her ass until you'd felt she'd learned her lesson? Is that how it would work?"

He grinned impishly. "Sounds good to me!"

Brenda struggled mightily not to cum, even though she wasn't touching her privates. Dear God, please! No more! I'm gushing like a river as it is! They must all smell my wetness, for sure! But if I start cumming and screaming, who knows where it'll lead?! Alan will spank me for sure! And then I'll wind up naked and red-assed, sucking on his great big cock as punishment!

In fact, that was more like her perfect fantasy, not a punishment. But she really didn't want to be humiliated in front of everyone, so she kept her eyes shut tight and tried her best not to cum or pant too loudly.

Suzanne cut in again. "Don't worry, Brenda. While Alan has the right to spank any of us here at any time for being bad or disobedient, you're our special guest, so those rules don't apply to you ... yet." She was careful to imply that Brenda wouldn't be let off the hook so readily the next time she visited.

Susan loved the idea that Alan had the "right to spank any of us at any time for being bad or disobedient." Her eyes went wide and her big rack began heaving as she said sotto voce, "So HOT!" Naturally, she envisioned her son spanking herself, not Brenda. A part of her craved to be totally humiliated by a thorough spanking as she lay naked across her son's lap in front of everyone.

If anything, Brenda was even more aroused by that idea than Susan was. OH FUCK NO! He gets to spank anyone he wants, including me?! Dear God! She was so aroused that she simply couldn't help herself: she closed her eyes, tilted her head down, and brought a finger to her clit through her panties. With just one touch, she had a powerful orgasm. Yet she continued to struggle, in order to limit the damage. She clenched her teeth and eyes, managing somehow to get through it without shouting or even grunting.

But very little got past Suzanne. She saw the tell-tale shivers of a woman in climax. Since Brenda's eyes were closed, Suzanne stared at Alan until she got his attention and then nodded approvingly at him. She nodded at Brenda and made an "O" face, to make sure that he didn't miss the fact that Brenda had just climaxed.

He didn't need to be told, because Brenda hadn't been nearly as subtle as she had hoped. The others had noticed too. But everyone politely pretended to be oblivious, including Alan. However, his body buzzed from the thrill of knowing what he'd done to her.

He loved smelling her arousal, repeatedly inhaling the distinct aroma of a woman in heat.

Once Brenda's eyes were open and she had more or less recovered, he asked with pretend cluelessness, "Hmmm. I smell something funny. Does anyone else smell it?"

The others all knew exactly what he was referring to, since the smell of sex was so pungent. But Suzanne didn't want Brenda to freak out completely. "I think it's something we've got cooking." She turned pointedly to Susan, "Over in the kitchen. Isn't that right?"

Susan played along, because she was thinking how embarrassing it would be to be in Brenda's shoes at that moment. "Um, yes, that's right."

Brenda was secretly relieved, not realizing that everyone else already knew what had really happened.

Chapter 6

Now that things were loosening up, Suzanne brought up Alan's cryptic comment about how the cake was made.

Somehow, Susan found herself telling the story about what they'd done with the frosting the night before, even though she'd been determined not to tell anyone about it. Actually, Alan ended up telling most of the frosting story because Susan became too mortified to go on. By the time he'd ended the story, everyone felt even more aroused, and hungry too.

No one, not even Suzanne, had gotten into sexual play with food before, which left the other women keen on trying it out immediately. But propriety stopped them from doing anything more than making jokes about eating bananas or carrots and such.

Alan wondered silently what might have transpired had they all had a big bowl of frosting to play with at that moment. It seemed like a lost opportunity.

In truth, it wouldn't even have taken a bowl of frosting for an orgy to break out - he just needed to take charge. But he didn't know that, so the moment passed.

Had he been as observant as Suzanne, he would have noticed that all the women but Suzanne were furtively playing with their pussies through their clothes under the table, and even Suzanne would have done so except that she was sitting right next to Alan where he could see her lap. In his defense, the women were being very, very cautious, for fear of getting caught. The only obvious clue was the way that each of them had an arm angling down into their crotches.

The frosting story and the other accounts affected Brenda greatly. She'd thought a lot during the week about her upcoming card game, and in particular about Alan and what the women were doing with him. She was remarkably aroused by it all. Curiously, she found that her thoughts of Susan sexually helping Alan aroused her most of all. She found herself attracted to Alan so strongly that it disturbed her.

Many of her feelings were a projection of new forbidden feelings for her own son Adrian, feelings that hadn't even existed consciously in her mind until the discussions that had occurred at the Plummer house the week before.

Yet she found herself flummoxed by her attraction to Susan's son. Here I am, a buxom, gorgeous woman who's in the process of collecting millions of dollars in a divorce settlement, and of all the people in the world I'm attracted to, it's an eighteen-year-old boy, an ordinary teenager? He just made me cum in a strange house from the mere thought that he has the right to spank me. That shouldn't happen. That's absurd!

Perhaps it's just a momentary amusement until my son graduates from high school and I can get out of this boring town and go somewhere more exciting. That must be it. Something harmless to occupy my mind until the divorce papers come through. What I'd want is someone LIKE Alan, someone with his confidence and authority. But not actually him!

Dammit, I say that, but I know it's not true. The one I want is him! All the great things Susan and Suzanne say about him, all the orgasms he gives them, it's all true! Gaawwwd! If he really did strip me naked, pull me over his lap, and give me a solid spanking, I'd just DIE! I'd absolutely die! Fuck logic, fuck anyone else. I want him! I want THAT!

Despite her mental protests, the others saw her grow increasingly aroused again. Her breathing had become ragged and her cheeks flushed just from hearing the stories, and her orgasm hardly slowed her down. After the recounting of what Susan and Alan had done with the chocolate frosting, she was the epitome of "hot and bothered," with her chest heaving like she was on a swing.

Suzanne deemed the time ripe to push their new friend a little further, so she turned the discussion back to one of their favorite topics that evening: the trials and tribulations of having big boobs. Soon, she asked, "By the way, Brenda, just how big are your breasts anyway? Do you think we could measure them? I was thinking you could take your top off, to get an accurate number, and then Alan could do the honors."

That suggestion came too abruptly for Brenda; her tits were a very sensitive subject. She got quite upset. "NOBODY here is measuring or touching my breasts in any way! Is that clear? I've heard of being casual in talking about sexual matters, but this is too much! I'm beginning to think that maybe you're all trying to take advantage of me after all. I don't know what your angle is exactly, but whatever it is, I'm not playing!"

Suzanne thought, Shit. I should have been a little more subtle. I figured she'd be so damn horny that I could say or do anything and she wouldn't care. Obviously not! But just look at her. Long white gloves, black stockings halfway up her thigh, a micro miniskirt, those piercing dark blue eyes, and most of all, that braless white top that exposes her cleavage and exaggerates the jiggle in her shaking boobs. She's just too sexy; it's seriously fogging my brain! I'm always trying to get other people to fall prey to lust, but now my efforts are boomeranging back on me.

Katherine unexpectedly took over and spoke up. "Brenda, we don't have an 'angle.' It's just that we're a highly sexed household lately, as you can tell. This is all very new to us - we don't even know what we're doing most of the time. Isn't it fun to talk about sexy stuff? It's especially fun to talk to someone from the outside, to get a new perspective. There's really nothing more to it than that. If you want us to stop, then we'll stop talking about these things."

She waited for a reaction from Brenda, but there wasn't one, so she continued, "But I think you've been enjoying these conversations as much as the rest of us. Wasn't Susan's story about the chocolate frosting a hoot? Or Suzanne's story about showing my big brother some porn and then giving him his first blowjob? Or my-"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Brenda replied testily. "Fine. You're right. I'm sorry. I don't know why, but I have a very short temper, especially lately. I've been under a lot of stress, thanks to my pending divorce. I get particularly annoyed when anyone tries to touch my body, especially my breasts. I've had to deal with unwanted groping for years."

Katherine joked, "Sounds like it's a touchy subject for you."

Brenda couldn't help but chuckle at that, but she recovered quickly.

Suzanne said to Brenda, "Then forget it. My apologies. I just thought it would be interesting to see with our own eyes just how big they were, but it's a minor matter. I keep thinking of Alan ripping your top off and then sinking his hands deep into your tit-flesh. I was just curious how much of your tits he could cup and knead when he does that, compared to when he does it to me. But never mind. Let's get back to more important things. Who's dealing?"

Suzanne knew those words would push Brenda's buttons, but she didn't know if they'd make her angrier or more aroused. She soon found out.

Brenda spoke in a contrite voice. "Before we do that, if you'll excuse me, I have to use the bathroom. I'll just be a minute."

Brenda went to the bathroom, but she was there much longer than a minute. Once there, she frigged herself madly, and also pulled her top up so she could get to her humongous breasts and wantonly play with them while imagining Alan was doing that to her. Why did Suzanne have to say that?! I mean, I'm not THAT attracted to Alan. But if he were to hold and squeeze my tits like I'm doing, just like this ... HNNG! Or what if he really did spank me for being disobedient and wearing panties? Jesus! That's too fucking HOT! It's like he can read my mind and knows that nothing gets me hotter than being spanked hard!

She mauled her tits very roughly. What if he knows about my spanking weakness? He must know by now! He's so clever. All those stories where he gets his sluts to strip and kneel and SUCK! That'll be me soon, one of his big-titted sluts! Always endlessly bobbing and even **** on his perpetually stiff cock! And he'll keep my ass nice and red with his stern hand too, I'm sure! HNNG! UNGH!

Oh! It's not fair! I haven't had sex for ages, and everything in this house is far too arousing! Like that, Alan! Yank and twist my nipples!

She kept at it until she came. She focused mostly on her tits, but it was her fingers on her clit that sent her over the edge.

Her climax ended rather quickly since she was so hot to trot to begin with, but the harder part was cleaning herself and the bathroom afterward. Since her panties were totally soaked, she had to wash them, and then dry them at least somewhat with a towel.

The fact is, I've been sorely tempted to bare my breasts for him all night long. With the way my top gives no support and keeps my titties constantly bouncing, I just wanna rip the damn thing off and be done with it already! I'm so horny tonight that it actually scares me! Just the way he stares intently at me makes me weak in my knees. I don't want him ogling all those other hotties, dammit; I want him ogling me! He needs to remember that MY tits are the biggest and the best! If anyone is deserving of being one of his sluts, it's ME!

But everyone else is in control. There I go again with my wild fantasies. My slutty body betrays me again. If people knew how easily I can cum ... Well, having that climax will allow me to control my lust, at least for a while. Phew!