Let's Have a Party: Part 3

Chapter 7

It took a while for decorum to be re-established. But eventually even Brenda was able to stop playing with herself and concentrate on her next set of cards.

Alan won the next hand while Amy was the loser.

Amy needed a dare, so Alan said to Katherine, "Little Stuffable Sister, since you're so frustrated at never losing, I order Amy to French kiss you and fondle you all over except in your love box. That'll make you feel better. You have to keep your hands still, though. Brenda, you don't mind some lesbian action if it doesn't involve you, do you?"

"No, I'm okay with that." With the vibrator still pounding her relentlessly, although at a lower setting, Brenda was ready for just about anything, as long as it was sexual. In fact, she had to grasp the edge of the table firmly as her body swooned once again from too much pleasure. The puddle of pussy juice which had accumulated on her chair now practically resembled a small pond.

Katherine and Amy locked lips and stayed that way for several minutes. Amy's hands roamed passionately all over Katherine, as if she had discovered her friend's body for the first time. Like everyone else, she was greatly aroused by Brenda.

If anything, Brenda was even more aroused in return. She kept staring at the kissing girls, and also at Susan stroking Alan's pole. She was so horny that she unconsciously and repeatedly humped her pelvis up into the air like she was getting fucked.

Despite everything, Katherine continued to allow her jealousy about Brenda triumph over her lust. She asked, "Amy, my breasts may not be anything near Brenda's obscene balloons, but who do you think Brother would rather stick it in? Me, or Brenda?"

Amy could tell that it was a mean-spirited question, but she knew that if she failed to respond with the truth, Katherine would get upset with her. So she answered, as diplomatically as she could, "You, of course. No offense, Brenda, but they've known each other all their lives."

Katherine wasn't satisfied with that. She prodded Amy, "Would you say that Alan loves me with all his heart and soul, but Brenda is nothing but another mindless big-titted fuck doll for him?"

Before Amy could answer, Suzanne protested, "Hey! Wait a minute!" She considered herself the mistress of ceremonies and didn't want the evening spoiled by jealous sniping.

However, Katherine's intended insults backfired. Brenda was actually further aroused to hear that Alan would rather fuck the other women in the room. That made him even more unobtainable and different. And being called "another mindless big-titted fuck doll" somehow turned her on even more, although she was deeply ashamed to realize this. In fact, she was so overwhelmed in her horny humiliation that she nearly fell out of her chair.

Crying "Sweet Jesus!", she came in a tremendous climax that sent her cards spilling onto the floor. She couldn't believe that she'd had a multiple orgasm yet again. She was aware that her voluptuous, naked body was violently climaxing in front of five other people, and that drove her to still further heights of humiliation and thus arousal.

They're all looking at me! All of them! I'm so ashamed! Nothing but a shameless slut! Oh shit, I'm gonna cum again! No, it's worse. I'm a mindless big-titted fuck doll! That's what I am! I see this flagrant **** between mother and son, and it makes me so crazy with arousal that I can't think! I can't breathe! Oh no; don't let me cum again. I'm slowly losing my mind! Stop stroking his huge cock, Susan! Please, I beg you! PLEASE STOP!

With Susan's hands on Alan's boner, a dildo throbbing inside Brenda, and Amy and Katherine occupied with each other, no one was in any hurry to continue the game anymore.

No one but Suzanne, that is, who was left out of all the fun. It was she who finally got the next hand of cards going.

Katherine and Amy had to stop kissing, mostly, to play their cards, but Amy still let her hands roam freely over her best friend while they played. She generally kept one hand holding her cards and the other teasing Katherine's clit, since that was allowed by the terms of the dare.

Alan lost the next hand and had to take off his other sock.

Everyone groaned again that his shorts and shirt still remained. However, it didn't matter much that his shorts were still on for the purposes of the game, since Susan had pulled them down his thighs to well below his balls.

Brenda was frustrated, because although his erection was now exposed, it generally was covered by Susan's constantly-sliding hands. She acted as if she was a spectator in some kind of Chippendale's show, and shouted at Alan, "Take it off! Take it all off!" She certainly wasn't teasing or acting with her urgent cry; she was so needy for his big boner that she felt feverish and dizzy.

Susan had some fun with his loss, though. "Here. Let me take that sock off for you, Tiger." She licked her tongue down his leg and pulled off his sock with her teeth, even while she managed to keep a hand moving over his stiff pole. Then she returned her full attention and both hands to his pulsing erection.

Brenda couldn't help but comment about that too. "Susan, that's so hot. Everything here is too hot! I'm burning up. I'm dying! What's with this place? So sexual. Everything. It's like a fog that's so thick in the air that I'm **** on it. How many minutes have you been jacking your son off? Your SON! That's just so WRONG, but why does it make me so hot?! It seems like forever, but it stays stiff and strong. And then your sexy sashaying around, showing off your perfect bare bubble-butt ... Jesus! Won't he ever shoot his load?! Oh my God - I can't get over that he's your son!"

Susan smiled, then readjusted her hands to fondle his balls with one hand while rubbing the tip of his cockhead with the other. That gave Brenda another perfect view of his long, exposed shaft, which was copiously covered in pre-cum. "Just look at this. Really LOOK! Now you see what we mean when we say he's an insatiable sex machine. It's never easy to get him to give up his mouth-wateringly delicious cum; you have to earn it. It's hard work that can tire out your hand or your jaw. Can you imagine having this in your mouth, trying in vain to get it to spurt out a hot load?"

Brenda whispered helplessly, "Have mercy!"

But Susan had no mercy. "And it never stops! Once he's done, he's hard again almost immediately. It's like having a permanently hard cock slapping you in the face twenty-four hours a day. You practically have to live with your face in his crotch. Can you imagine that, Brenda, naked and on all fours all day long, day after day after day, sucking this perfect cock? It's a good thing there's four of us in this house to help out, because there's no way any one woman could satisfy him."

Susan beamed with pride at her son's sexual prowess. In her own highly biased view he really was that amazing.

Brenda gasped again as she watched Susan repeatedly stroking his pole from tip to base and back again.

Amy proudly announced yet again, "Brenda, did you know that I'm his official girlfriend? It's official!" It was a rather funny thing to say, given that Alan's dick was being stroked by his mother and Amy was in the middle of licking Katherine's neck and pulling on her nipples.

Katherine goaded her like a mother hen, "What else are you, Amy?"

"I'm one of his personal cocksuckers, of course. Oh, I'm his pussy, too!" She smiled a happy, proud grin. "One of his pussies, that is. But you'll always be his Kat."

Brenda was tremendously impressed by all this. She openly ached for Alan's dick to replace the relentless vibrator in her pussy, which was causing her to shake nearly right out of her seat. She realized her attempt to overwhelm Alan with her beauty was failing. She mumbled, "Alan. Pussies. These pussies. Owned. Pussies. Cunts ... Alan! By Alan!"

She thought, Pussy! I want to be his pussy too! No, ONE OF his pussies! JESUS CHRIST, I need him to fuck me! What an amazing boy. He's only a teenager, and all of these women are in love with him! There's just no way to resist. He's turning me into one of his pussies! One of his big-titted fuck dolls! YES! God! No! Alan, lord and master! SPANK my ass! Gonna cum AGAIN!

No! No! What am I saying? I have to get a grip. I can't let him win that easily! In a last ditch effort to beat him, she managed to ask as she writhed, "Alan, who's the most beautiful woman here?"

Alan had generally been trying to maintain a low profile and not talk, but now he had to answer a very dangerous question. He considered it for a bit, and then came up with a suave answer. "Brenda, you're very beautiful, sure. I love your chest and your cute face. But the most beautiful people here to me are the ones I've known the longest, because I can see their beauty both inside AND out."

That got "Awww" sighs of happiness from everyone but Brenda, as the others all thought of how long they'd known him and their many good times together. Each of them felt as if he'd spoken directly to them and only them.

Brenda, however, realized she was beaten: he just wasn't overwhelmed by her beauty like all the other men she'd known. But losing had never felt so good. Deep down she'd actually hoped that he wouldn't say she was the most beautiful, because her submissive side loved being just one of his many conquests. She was having the best, and certainly the most erotic, time of her life.

Katherine won the next hand, while Brenda was the loser. Katherine said, "Alan, I think it's time you teach Brenda that little back-door trick that Akami showed you." Katherine saw Susan frown, no doubt unhappy to have to stop her stroking, as well as due to her jealousy over the size of Brenda's breasts. So to appease her, Katherine added, "But that's it. Don't take your hands off her ass."

Needless to say, Alan was delighted. He had been incredibly turned on by their impossibly-proportioned guest, but hadn't really had a chance to touch her much that evening. He'd been playing it cool towards her, but he couldn't not smile with great glee. It helped that he remembered Suzanne's advice that he should act aloof towards Brenda for a while, and then enjoy himself with her later. He decided that "later" had arrived.

Brenda pulled herself together enough to move over to a sofa. Still panting breathlessly, she bent down low and raised her ass. Her immense breasts hung down so low that they scraped the fabric of the sofa, while the vibrator kept buzzing and twitching in her pussy.

She babbled semi-coherently, very rapidly, "Alan, my ass. My ass. That's my ass. Do it to my ass! Yes! You're gonna ... Gonna put it my ass! So hard. So hard. So big. Big. Up the ass! Asshole. My asshole. Alan. Fuck stud. Sex machine! He's gonna ... My ass! Gonna do my ass..."

And that was all before Alan even touched her.

He gently rubbed his hands all over her ass, causing her to switch to a high-pitched breathy moaning. He got his fingers wet by running them through all the pussy juice leaking from her slit. Then, without any warning, he plunged his index finger deep into her anus.

She cried out in an earsplitting scream of ecstasy, going on and on until the others all had to cover their ears. Needless to say, she'd had yet another powerful orgasm.

Alan could only wonder what noises she'd make during actual sex. But he continued, sawing his finger in and out of her butt for as long as he could. At the same time, his other hand eagerly explored and kneaded her ample (but by no means fat) ass cheeks.

She'd never experienced anal penetration of any kind before. Both of her husbands, not surprisingly, had been so attracted to her breasts that they'd generally neglected her ass. Aided by the vibrator that was still throbbing in her cunt, she was overwhelmed with what was, to her, a delightful mixture of pleasure and pain.

Brenda's body was extremely responsive. Neither she nor Alan knew that she was particularly responsive to anal stimulation. He had accidentally hit the jackpot, helping her assume that there was something magical about him. From that point on, his touch would forever be to her something exceptionally special.

Alan pulled his finger out of her anus so he could get more lube from the juices that were flowing copiously from her pussy. He briefly ran his dirty index finger up and down her moist legs, avoiding contaminating her vulva, then plunged it back in her anus. With his other hand, he continued to explore her butt, kneading her ass flesh over and over like a baker making bread.

Brenda loved his treatment. Her previously repressed submissive side seemed to be showing itself more and more. God! He's turning me into his SLUT! One of his sluts! One of his big-titted toys! Oh ... FUCK! UGH! I can't ... can't resist! Gonna cum again! And again! Here it comes again! Somebody help me! God help me! UH! His finger ... finger in my ass! Nooooo! Too much!

She screamed as if in her **** throes when yet another climax overwhelmed her.

He didn't stop just because she was cumming. His continued fingering made her orgasm go on and on, until she really did think she might die from too much joy.

The others grew jealous as they watched the anal probing.

Susan thought, Look at that! Good Lord, look at that! He's taking a super busty babe and reducing her to a quivering wreck! It's so right, and yet it's so wrong! It shouldn't be his finger in her ass; it should be his COCK in MY ass! Yes! Mmmm! Oh yes! Tiger, take my ass, take it now! Plunge your meaty cock ten inches deep between my hot ass cheeks! Mmmm! Didn't you like the way I sashayed for you? Why don't you reward me by fucking the hell out of that ass you love so much?

Brenda is so right. Son, you're a 'fuck stud' and a 'sex machine!' Oh God! Who can resist?! So good!

Susan was burning up inside but somehow managed to conceal it, mostly. For once her hands were free, but with everyone else present she was too embarrassed to masturbate openly, despite the fact that Alan's anal fingering had aroused her to an incredible degree.

Suzanne was very unhappy to hear her daughter proclaim herself an owned pussy, and say similar things that implied low self-esteem, but she was too horny to really put her foot down. She made a note to talk about it with Amy in private, later.

Chapter 8

Susan was chomping at the bit, particularly pained by the fact that Alan's boner was untended and out of her reach. She finally used her position of authority to demand the game go on. "Okay, enough of that. House rules. Everybody back to their seats!"

Alan started to return to where he'd been sitting. But Brenda moaned needfully to him as he stood up, "Wait! Katherine said that you're not allowed to take your hands off my ass. You have to obey the dare! Keep them there!"

The remarkable thing was that Brenda had managed to be coherent enough to string those thoughts and words together. It showed just how badly she wanted that to happen.

Alan grinned. "Hmmm. That is true." He brought his hands back to her ass. But his definition of 'ass' was quite loose, so he grabbed the dildo and helped slide it in and out of her pussy.

Unfortunately, his interpretation was to no avail. Suzanne said, "Kiddo, I can see what you're doing, and that's not part of her ass."

"Shoot." He figured he'd had enough fun with Brenda for the time being, so he stopped and went back to his seat.

It was probably just as well that Alan stopped, because Brenda collapsed on the nearby sofa as if she was about to die of pleasure. She writhed around like she was having an epileptic seizure while she had yet another climax.

When it ended, she thought, Fuuuuuuuck! I don't care about anything else anymore. Something special has happened tonight. Forget trying to be normal. I can never go back to normal again! I love this. I love everything about these people and this house. I love ... Alan! Okay, maybe it's just lust at this point, but I want him so bad that it hurts! DAMN!

Somehow, she recovered after a few minutes and even managed to sit up again at the table. It was all she could do to pick up her cards and look at them. The vibrator was still throbbing away deep inside, and that was a fact she couldn't forget for even a second.

Susan asked with a smirk, "Enjoying yourself, Brenda?"

Brenda laughed. "You could say that again! I don't know what it is, but I've never been so aroused in my whole life! I can hardly stand it. Even last week's party pales in comparison, and I loved last week. I didn't think it was physically possible to feel so much pleasure! Phew!"

It was a moment of relative calm and clarity for her, so she went to retrieve her cards, which had once again fallen to the floor. But she knew it was just the calm before another vibrator-induced erotic storm, and that before long she'd be cumming and writhing at full intensity once more.

Suzanne won the next hand and Susan was the loser. Suzanne needed to order someone to do something, so she said, "Susan, you're not stimulating Alan at all! What's with you? I think you need to make it up to him by pleasuring his big cock with your breasts. Give him a titfuck." She wanted to reward Susan for doing a great job with her sashaying walk, but she wanted to keep Susan's mouth empty to let her continue to play the game. That seemed like a good solution.

In fact, Alan had deliberately sat beyond the range of his mother's hands after fingering Brenda's ass, hoping that his dick would have a few minutes to recover. It had, but not much.

Susan accepted the blame. "I'm sorry. Sorry, Tiger. Sorry, Suzanne. Son, let me make it up to you." She pressed her tits up and together, creating a tight line of cleavage. "Son ... Tiger ... Please ... Please ... fuck my boobs!"

Alan jumped up. "Sweet!" He wanted to say more, but then remembered his conclusion that saying too much might ruin things, but silence was always safe.

He watched Susan kneel in front of where he stood, bringing her sizable orbs to the same height as his erection. Having her below him emphasized the fact that he was the only one left wearing any clothes.

Brenda could scarcely believe her eyes. Jesus fucking Christ! That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen! Look at him towering over her, dominating her, and her kneeling in submission! That's how it should be. Born and bred, like she said earlier! Born and bred to serve her master! And not just her, but me too! All of us!

Brenda's own bare boobs began heaving wildly as she suddenly found herself short of breath once more. She held them firmly to restrain them, at first. But soon she found herself rubbing them together in imitation of what Susan was doing only a few feet away. Dammit! I don't care what it takes; I'm going to give myself fully to Alan, period! And once I do, he's going to fuck my tits just like that! A hell of a fucking lot!

Although Susan kept her tits pressed together and waited for Alan to fill her cleavage, she was nervous: "Mommy's afraid, Tiger. Please go easy on me."

"Afraid? Why?"

"My boobs are so sensitive all over. Not just the nipples, but every inch. When you touch them it drives me crazy! I get so horny I'm afraid I'm going to pass out. The more you demonstrate your sexual dominance over us all, the more they tingle all over. I'm afraid I'll end up like Brenda over there." She motioned towards Brenda with her eyes.

Alan followed her gaze, looking at Brenda.

Brenda somehow managed to sit at the table holding the cards in one hand, but she was obviously a total wreck. She was mauling her tits while keeping them pressed tightly together, and her eyes were glazed over as she stared at nothing. She appeared to be totally lost in some orgasmic nirvana.

"I'll be careful, Mom. If it gets to be too much, just say something." He cast a quick glance at his sister and added, "Say Uncle. The word is 'Uncle.' If it becomes too much, just say that." That was the obvious safe word he and his sister had already agreed upon between themselves.

"Yes, Tiger," Susan replied obediently as she positioned his long member in her sweaty cleavage.

He slid his dick through her generous orbs. There was no need to lubricate them because his erection was positively covered with the pre-cum he had been dribbling from the many long minutes earlier when he'd been stroked. In fact, his chief worry was that he wouldn't be able to last very long, and he wanted to maintain his reputation with Brenda.

Brenda couldn't stop staring at the titfuck taking place right before her eyes. After she had seen his long cock completely disappear into Susan's deep tit-tunnel, she belatedly exclaimed, "Good God! You're going to fuck your mother's tits now?!" She was so dizzy with uncontrollable lust that she was swaying and tottering in her chair.

Susan began to slide her tits up and down around his glistening shaft. At the same time, she replied to Brenda, "Of course he will! Tiger's the man of the house around here. He does pretty much whatever he likes to any of us, at any time! For instance, this morning before school, Angel and I sucked his cock together!"

Brenda panted lustily as she vividly imagined that combination. "But that's, that's ... that's obscene! You're his mother AND his sister!"

Katherine proudly added, "Yep! And this evening, Amy and I gave him another double blowjob. Our lips and tongues made love to his great cock for hours and hours! Well, it seemed that way, anyways." She giggled.

Susan looked up from the titfuck in surprise to say to the girls, "Did you? I didn't know that. Good show! Two tongues is definitely the way to go when it comes to keeping him happy!"

Brenda was rendered speechless. But she thought, Help me! Somebody, help me! This place is crazy! All these women do all day is service this boy's cock! Oh God! I want to say it's unfair, and wrong, but I can't. It's so ... it's so ... great! I love it! Oh no! Gonna cum again! Can't, can't take it anymore! My pussy hurts from too much cumming! Sure enough, she soon was lost in still another climax. She'd long lost count of how many she'd had this evening.

"Oh-ho-ho ... Yeeaaaahhh..." Alan said as he pushed up into his mother's chest. She squeezed her tits even tighter around his throbbing tool. "Oh, so good, Mom!"

"Oh, honey! Tiger! My darling boy! You're fucking my tits! This feels so right! Titfucking is such a great joy. We need to do this a LOT more often. Your cock belongs here. Why haven't I been doing this more to you lately?!"

Alan stood before her, pistoning in and out between her mammoth mounds.

The others had all repositioned themselves to get a good view and enjoy the sight. Even Suzanne forgot all about the poker game.

Brenda was obviously very fascinated by mother-son ****, and gave her full attention to the titfuck. She still couldn't get over the fact that a mother and son would do such things, and she was in a sex daze, so without thinking she stated the obvious: "Alan! She's your mother! You're fucking your mother's tits! Susan! That's your son! He's your son, for crying out loud! I can't believe what I'm seeing!"

She thought of her son Adrian, and suddenly she pictured her own son's stiff dick pistoning in her own cleavage. That idea was so arousing that she had to **** herself to think of other things. She rubbed her clit and moaned louder than ever.

Brenda's periodic comments only spurred Alan's and Susan's passion. Things were going quite well, as Alan stroked and stroked her soft channel, until Susan said, "Son, do you like them? Are these your favorite tits?"

"I love them! Mom, they're the greatest! The best tits in the world! So big and so soft! Yes!"

This comment was not wise. He was lost in the moment and not mindful of his audience. Every other female in the room was offended, especially Suzanne and Brenda.

However, in Brenda's case it actually increased her desire for Alan even more. The fact that a man actually preferred another pair of tits over her own completely staggered her. It meant that she'd have to try that much harder to impress him. She cried out as she frigged herself faster, "Fuck your mommy!"

She thought, Look at that! He's not paying any attention to me. And why should he? All the other women in this room could be in some glamour magazine, or a high-class porno movie, even. And Susan! Not only is she totally gorgeous, maybe even more beautiful than me, but she understands her place! She knows that her top priority is making the cock that's now sliding between her tits feel really good! Look at her go! Such gusto! Such passion! How can I compete with that, especially when she's also his MOTHER?!

Suzanne thought she'd been really clever to let Susan titfuck Alan, but now her jealousy was rising because Alan had just stated that he preferred Susan's breasts over her own. She couldn't stand to watch him fuck those very same "victorious" breasts. It really frosted her to know that Susan's breasts and her own were virtually identical in, except for the lighter color of her own skin. However Susan apparently did have greater tactile sensitivity.

To get this scene to end, Suzanne remembered the poker game, and announced, "We can't just sit here forever. Knowing Sweetie, we could be here for days before he cums. Can the two of you continue playing your cards while you're doing that?"

"Uh, I think so," Alan panted in reply. He didn't see the point.

But Susan was in no position to play cards. "No! No cards!" She panted even louder. "Holding tits! Must hold my tits up! Uh. Ah. Fucking. Uh. Tiger fucking! My tits! My tits! My best tits! The best!"

Brenda still clutched her massive melons with both hands, squeezing them together. She slid them up and down in very close imitation of what Susan was doing, as if practicing for when Alan would be fucking her own tits in the near future. Alan's cock! His hot cock should be in MY cleavage! Oh, but if he did I would just DIE of too much joy!

Suzanne was unbothered by the others' passion, but she frowned at Susan taunting that her tits were the best. She suggested to Alan, "Can't you hold her tits in place?"

He pointed out, "But then I won't have my hands free to play cards."

Suzanne paused to collect herself, then said, "All right, then we'll play this next hand without Susan."

So the others all drew cards, but the game was barely staggering along. Amy had to snap her fingers right in front of Brenda's face a couple of times before Brenda more or less woke up out of her erotic fog. Even then, Brenda could barely take her eyes off the ongoing titfuck long enough to look at her cards. Suzanne had to put Alan's cards in his hands, since he wasn't even facing the table.

Not surprisingly, this time Alan did not win; he didn't even get a good look at his cards. Katherine won instead, and Brenda lost again.

Katherine wanted the titfuck to end, since she too was greatly annoyed by Alan's "best tits in the world" comment, and especially since the titfuck was occupying everyone's attention. Though she was jealous of Brenda, she knew that Brenda was the one person who could get Alan to stop his intense titfuck. She said, "Brenda, once you're at least semi-coherent, it's time that Alan manhandles your boobs and sucks your nipples."

Brenda could hardly believe it. She still hadn't recovered from Alan's fondling of her ass, and watching the titfuck had her on the verge of continuing orgasms yet again. But she wanted more; she wanted it all. As she offered her giant tits to the lucky teenage boy, she cried out, "Oh yes! God, yes! Do it, Alan! Do ME!"

The very thought of Alan manhandling her rack excited her so much that she touched her clit and set off another world-shattering orgasm. She screamed without restraint.

Alan disengaged from his mother and turned around to look at Brenda and Katherine. In the thrill of the moment he'd completely forgotten his effort to play hard to get for Brenda. He said joyously, "Thank you, thank you. Thank you, Sis! I totally owe you one! I can't wait to get my hands on those humongous hooters again. Those massive mountains! God, they're the most amazing tits I've ever seen! Brenda, words can't even describe how incredible your rack is. I totally want to do you all the way right now."

They weren't exactly the most poetic words ever spoken, but they put Brenda in seventh heaven just the same. (He could do no wrong, because she got aroused when he complimented her looks, yet was almost equally aroused when he ignored them.) She ran her fingers over her labia, around the big vibrator that was still pulsing in her gushing vagina, bringing herself to an even bigger cum. YES! He finally sees me! And he's gonna touch me! It's time my tits help serve his unstoppable cock!

Unfortunately, this was Alan's second faux pas of the evening. By calling Brenda's breasts the best, he managed to make everyone else upset with him and even more jealous of Brenda.

Katherine, as usual, felt especially jealous and possessive. She frowned intensely, again silently cursing Alan's ban on having sex with her in the house, and on her grounding by Susan that prevented him from banging her elsewhere. She felt that she was slipping more and more behind in the battle for his heart. She was so upset that she held her tongue, for fear of saying something that would make her fall even further behind. Instead, she gave Brenda the evil eye, but Brenda was so out of it and so intent on Alan that she didn't even notice.

However, Susan was even more peeved at Brenda than Katherine. She'd thought that she'd mostly mastered her jealous feelings, and that they had become good friends, thanks mostly to their frequent phone calls, but now her jealousy came rushing back to the fore. Who does this bimbo Brenda with her freak tits think she is, taking my Tiger away from me? He was just saying how great mine are. I want him to think MY tits are the best, not this ridiculously over-stuffed tit-woman!

The fact that Alan had stopped their titfuck to go play with Brenda's tits brought her anger to a new, higher level.

Since Alan was still in her grasp, Susan launched an all-out sex attack to make him forget completely about Brenda. She spun him around roughly, then took his erection deep in her mouth and sucked on it with unusual intensity and passion.

Brenda very nearly passed out in sheer lusty disbelief. She'd already heard dozens of blowjob stories from Susan. If there was one thing she wanted short of direct contact with Alan, it was to see in person Susan sucking off her son. She was genuinely dizzy and on the verge of fainting.

Susan acted quickly to go all out. She grabbed his balls with one hand and stuck a finger up his anus with the other, using her own pussy juices as lubrication. Since she was bent over his lap from sitting next to him, she rubbed her hard nipples into the side of his thighs as best she could. She was absolutely determined to get him to cum before he could play with Brenda, so SHE would be the one to get his load. She knew that he was so worked up already that it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge.

She was right: all of her efforts, plus the thought of groping and kissing Brenda, caused him to lose control of his PC muscle before he could even leave her for Brenda to carry out the dare.

He grunted. "UGH! Gonna cum!" He was still struggling, but realized he was past the point of no return.

Brenda sensed that if he came, she wouldn't get to enjoy his hands on her chest. She wanted to be at least somewhat involved in his orgasm. So she moved with lightning speed, scooting forward and bending over so her huge rack was dangling within his easy reach.

He began spurting cum, but it only had a few inches to travel before hitting the back of Susan's throat. He was normally fairly quiet during sex, but this time his orgasm felt so good that he yelled out loudly and completely incoherently. "Arraauuuuuggghhhh!"

At the exact same time he started to shoot, he reached out and clutched Brenda's big tits with both hands. But he was so far gone in his orgasmic high that he held them more as support than anything, and accidentally squeezed them far too roughly.

Once again, luck was on his side. Normally Brenda would have slapped her husband if he'd squeezed her globes that harshly, but in her current condition she absolutely loved being mauled. It made her feel like a piece of meat, which in her current mindset seemed like a dream come true. She screamed even louder than ever before and simply came and came and came. Her entire body trembled and shook in one very prolonged orgasm.

Susan made a big production out of swallowing all of Alan's cum while the others watched.

Brenda loved the way that Alan had clutched her gigantic orbs, with his fingers digging in deeply, but at the same time she stared at what Susan was doing with undisguised longing. Look at her go! She's just guzzling and guzzling and guzzling! Oh my God! He must be pumping gallons of his seed down her throat! Gallons! What a boy! No, what a MAN! I wish I could be on my knees, serving him with my mouth! Susan, you lucky bitch! And you get to do this every day!

Susan looked up at Brenda as she continued to extract the last of his seed, using tremendous suction. She was pleased to see that now it was Brenda's turn to be flushed with jealousy. Ha! Take that! That's tit for tat, tit freak! Your tits may be bigger, but Tiger comes to MY chest for his favorite titfucks! And nobody sucks his cock with more love and care than I do. Nobody!

Everyone in the room had reached their own orgasmic crescendo when they saw Alan start to cum. Brenda was the one who screamed the loudest and the longest, but Suzanne, Katherine and Amy each furtively (or in some cases not so furtively) fingered themselves to satisfying climaxes. They were all salivating copiously as they imagined themselves in Susan's position.

Susan managed to join them, cumming long and hard, even though she hadn't touched her pussy. In this case it was the joy of her competitive success that set her off.

As a result, everyone needed to rest and recover afterwards.

However, Susan never really stopped her blowjob. As had become her habit, she got busy "cleaning" Alan after his climax ended.

Brenda practically felt like she'd been slain and was ready for the morgue, she was so wiped out from all her orgasms. But when she roused herself enough to look around a few minutes later, she saw Susan still lapping her tongue against Alan's penis while making a seemingly never-ending series of contented "mmmm" noises.

"Hey! What's going on?" she asked. "I can see that Alan's totally flaccid, so why is she still licking?"

Suzanne explained wearily, "Yeah, that's kind of a habit she's gotten herself into. She feels that her work isn't done with his climax. She thinks it's her duty to lick his penis and balls completely clean every time he cums. Personally, I find it a bit over the top. I mean, look: his balls didn't even get wet, but now she's basting them with her saliva. I think he was cleaner before, to be honest. But I guess it's the thought that counts, and it certainly looks like he's enjoying it."

Actually, Susan had explained that to Brenda before, and more than once, but Brenda was too out of it to remember. So she gushed, as if this was a new discovery, "I think it's wonderful!"

Good Lord! Even when he's flaccid, his mother is still totally dominated and controlled by his relentless snake. Look at the love and devotion on her face. She's not just cleaning his cock; she's paying tribute to it! She's thanking it! It's like she's saying, "Thank you, Son, thank you for letting me suck your cock!"

Holy hell! Holy fucking hell! These people ... This place ... This is what I want! This is what I NEED! I need to be dominated by that tremendous cock!

Eventually, maybe five minutes after Alan had climaxed and it had become clear that his dick wasn't going to recover anytime soon, Susan finally ended her "cleaning." With her son's cum still dribbling down her chin, she stood up and announced, "Okay kids, that's it. Party's over. It's time for everybody to go home."

Chapter 9

Susan's command launched a chorus of complaints, as everyone tried to speak at once. The general gist was one of incredulity, asking why they had to stop. They all had pretty much recovered enough to be looking forward to another round of fun and games.

As she stood with her hands defiantly on her hips and her son's cum all over her lower face, Susan answered, "This game is turning into a full-blown orgy, and we're starting to break boundaries. Alan said he wants to fuck Brenda, and look at Amy. She's STILL putting her fingers in Katherine's pussy, even though the dare specifically prohibited that. In fact, they should have stopped performing that dare AGES ago. I have to put my foot down before this whole thing spins completely out of control!"

She punctuated that by stomping her foot. "Everybody's drunk! We've gone through far too much wine. Besides, it's late, and my two children at least have to go to school tomorrow. Amy has to also. School! You all do remember the concept of school, don't you? Where young people learn what they'll need to know later in life."

She punctuated her words by stomping her foot some more, which caused the ropes of cum around her chin to wobble from side to side and her big tits to bounce enticingly. One particularly precarious strand of cum broke free and dripped down right into her deep cleavage. She continued, "Not only that, but Tiger finally had his orgasm, which is the most important thing around here, medically speaking. We've removed the tremendous pressure of all that sperm building up in his balls, at least for a few hours. So it's all over, and no complaining!"

There was more complaining anyway, and Brenda complained the loudest of all. Although she was physically totally satiated from her many, many orgasms, mentally she was raring for more. Watching Susan titfuck Alan and then suck him to orgasm had hit her so hard that she felt like she'd never be the same person again. Something inside her had been powerfully transformed, although she couldn't define what the change was just yet.

Then, when she saw Susan lovingly clean her son's flaccid penis, her arousal level ratcheted up even higher, to yet another previously-unreached and even undreamed-of peak. She didn't know why that affected her so powerfully, maybe even more than Susan's previous titfucking and cocksucking action, but it did. Perhaps it emphasized that serving Alan's penis was a never-ending task, or perhaps it was Susan's act of thanking Alan with her tongue for the privilege of getting to suck his cock. Despite her overwhelmed and ragged state, she wanted the night's fun to be never-ending.

But Susan remained firm and refused all objections. She simply stared the others down until they finally conceded. The group broke up slowly, with people beginning to dress to leave.

Susan's real reason for breaking things up was that she was very jealous of Brenda. Simply put, she didn't want Alan to get too intimate with Brenda's monstrously large tits. She was viewing things differently after the great orgasm that she'd had while gobbling up all of Alan's cum. She often had regrets and doubts after her orgasms, but this time her post-orgasmic blues had left her particularly moody.

Most of the women were extremely horny, since their sexual need had been building for hours but only Brenda had gotten much orgasmic relief. (In fact, she'd had enough orgasms for them all, and then some.) So Katherine and Amy ran off to Katherine's room to get their dildos and practice more "checking for bumps" and "pussy shaving" with each other as quickly as they could.

Suzanne and Susan wanted their own masturbation time but, as the adults of the household, they felt obliged first to escort Brenda to the door. They felt particularly responsible for Brenda since she was in such a bedraggled and exhausted state. They wanted to make sure that she was mentally and physically able to drive home.

Alan also remained behind, hoping to prolong his experience with the three most drop-dead-gorgeous big-titted women he'd ever seen. The fact that they were still completely naked made it impossible for him not to follow them and admire their swaying asses and boobs as they walked through the living room towards the front foyer. Even though his dick was down for the moment, he was still quite aroused mentally.

Suzanne reached down to where Brenda had dropped her clothes and picked them up. She was disgruntled about some things that had happened, most especially how events had again seemed to spin out of her control, and how Alan had twice indirectly insulted her own superb chest. But her pride at Brenda's falling so completely and obviously under Alan's spell led her to ask, with an inner sense of triumph, of her buxom acquaintance, "So, do you still see a problem with us helping Sweetie with his special condition?"

Brenda could scarcely believe how much her attitude had changed over the course of the evening. Before she'd arrived she would have proclaimed vehemently that **** was wrong in general, even though she couldn't deny that it was extremely arousing in this specific case. But now she almost felt like rushing home and ravaging her son Adrian for the rest of the night. Seeing Susan first jack off Alan, then get titfucked by him, and finally sucking him dry had completely eliminated her moral reservations. She said without hesitation, "No. I'm fine with it! Completely fine with it. I would never have believed it though. I've never done anything this incredible. When can we do this again?"

"Next Wednesday, of course," Suzanne answered. She had promised Susan that Brenda would only come to the house occasionally, and she wanted to stick to that. She figured that Brenda was so raring to go that she'd end up coming back before then, but this way, Brenda would be very grateful for any "extra" visit on top of the weekly poker game. At the very least, she figured Brenda should stay away for a few days. Such a delay would only increase Brenda's desire for Alan, and thus her eventual loyalty to him, and it would also give Suzanne time to work on Susan to reduce her obvious jealousy.

Still, Suzanne couldn't avoid being affected by Brenda's beauty. She continued to hold Brenda's clothes just out of reach so she could admire the one-of-a-kind fully-exposed body standing before her just a little longer.

"But that's a week away!" Brenda whined like a little girl. "Can't we do it sooner? This weekend, maybe? Friday night?!"

"No," Suzanne said with a resolute shake of her head. She wanted to put on a show of acting firm at that time, even though she knew she'd probably soften on the issue later. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and we have a lot of fun plans with Sweetie to keep us busy. I for one haven't been getting nearly enough of his cock or his attention as I'd like."

Then, with just a little bit of envy of Brenda's gravity-defying boobs, Suzanne uncharacteristically added the dig, "But don't worry; I'll think of you the next time I suck him off."

Brenda literally put her hands together in front of her chest and begged. "Pleeeeeasse? Pretty please? I'll be so good. I really will! I'll do whatever you want. Just let me have a little bit of time with..."

Her voice trailed off as she remembered that Alan was in the room. She glanced at him briefly, then immediately tried to cover her pussy and nipples with her hands. She realized how silly that was, so she just closed her eyes, folded her hands back into a begging gesture, and continued in real supplication, "Just let me have some time with him ... And his cock. Please?"

Suzanne goaded her. "And just what do you want to do with his cock?"

Brenda blushed even more furiously. "I, I, I want to put it in my ... In my mouth!"

"And just hold it there?"

"No. No, I want to ... to suck on it!" Her face was turning redder by the second. "I want to do just what Susan did to it. I want to suck him and lick him and pleasure him until he cums all over my face! And ... and my tits!"

Suzanne still sounded skeptical. "I see. Is that all?"

"No. God, no! More! So much more! I want him to put it in my ... in my..." She was dying of shame and couldn't go on. It wouldn't have been that tough for her to say what she wanted, except that she was all too aware that Alan was standing by, listening.

"And what?" Suzanne prodded.

Brenda quietly whispered. "In ... in my cleavage! Just like Susan did! I want him to, to ... fuck my tits!" She felt like she had lost every last shred of dignity. She hated that, but she couldn't fight her own lusty desires.

Suzanne could have prodded her some more about where she wanted Alan's cock, but she took pity on Brenda and changed the topic. "Hmmm. So you say you'll do anything to pleasure his cock. Anything?"

Brenda nodded vigorously, which caused her naked, mammoth tits to shake with the motion, despite her hands partly pressing into them with her begging gesture. "Anything," she confirmed with another soft whisper.

She finally had the willpower to open her eyes. She looked over at Alan so lustfully that he was nearly bowled over. She looked possessed with a **** need. Knowing that her tits were her best asset, she lowered her hands from her chest and arched her back, making her breasts thrust out even more than usual. It was hard to imagine that such a curvy woman offering herself like that could be turned down by anyone of either sex, ever.

Suzanne was sold on the idea. She figured Brenda had been teased enough, and it was time for Alan to solidify his hold over the buxom newcomer via some direct sexual action between them. Perhaps not tonight, but in a few days, she could arrange for them to get together. She appealed to Susan with hope in her eyes.

However, Susan shook her head 'No'. She was still scowling, because she remained bothered by how Alan had praised Brenda's breasts more than her own.

Alan remained quiet, again deciding that discretion was the better part of valor. But he was certainly rooting for Brenda to get her way. He was tired, and his penis felt worn out, but he suspected that it would be able to rise to the occasion again if it was doing so for Brenda. The thrill of the new, augmented by the great desire that Brenda was expressing for him, would make all the difference.

So he was disappointed to hear Suzanne say (in deference to her best friend), "I guess not."

Suzanne herself was a bit disappointed at Susan's intransigence. She was aware that it wasn't exactly every day that one had a buxom multimillionaire basically begging to be a sex **** just to get some teenage cock.

"Oh, please!" Brenda dropped to her knees, bringing her hands back together in her begging pose.

Suzanne again looked hopefully to Susan and wiggled her eyebrows.

Susan was moved. She felt a special tingle seeing a beautiful, big-titted woman begging while naked and on her knees. But still, she responded by again shaking her head 'No.'

Brenda looked hopefully to Alan. He had watched all the non-verbal exchanges between Suzanne and his mother. He knew that if he gave in to his immediate desire, he'd probably have lots of fun with Brenda in the short term, but it would cause problems with his mother that he'd rather avoid. He remembered Suzanne's advice from earlier that evening about him needing to be clever and diplomatic if he wanted to keep his women from turning on each other, and they had a long-term strategy for Brenda that they needed to adhere to. So he too shook his head 'No'.

Suzanne was disappointed, but she realized that Susan's feelings came first. She explained to the still kneeling and begging Brenda, "Susan is going to see a psychologist about some things on Friday. We can discuss this after that happens, but no guarantees. It looks like she's upset about something. Maybe we've taking things too far too fast. Maybe it was some of the things that were said. Anyway, Alan will be gone all weekend on a hiking trip, so none of us will see him then in any case. Given that, next Wednesday really isn't so much of a delay. I wouldn't be at all surprised if he wants to fuck your tits and your face that night. That's something for you to look forward to during the next week."

Brenda bowed her head in disappointment, feeling total humiliation and defeat. I've never begged anyone for anything before. I'm rich, I'm charming, I'm extremely beautiful. I'm the one everyone tries to please! And yet when I beg to be permitted to perform these degrading, debauched sex acts with him, he still tells me NO!

What a man! Good God, I want him even more than ever! I can't wait until next week! I need to be dominated. I need Alan to show me my place. Everyone else is too chicken. No one else will do!

Slowly and sadly, she got back on her feet, picked up her skimpy outfit and overcoat, and prepared to dress and return home.

She looked forlornly at Alan. Her pussy and nipples tingled just from looking at him. He's the man! He's the one with the magic touch. Look how effortlessly he's brought out my buried submissiveness. He's made me realize who I really am, deep down inside. I hardly know him from Adam, but I'm sure that I need him more than I've ever needed anyone before! If I have to wait, I'll just have to wait.