CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Nov. 20)

Brenda had totally succumbed to her desire for Alan. It seemed that nothing else in her life had any meaning other than being with him, serving him, and especially getting fucked by him. The days since the last fashion show passed slowly and painfully for her, and masturbation sessions every day and night did little to sate her hunger.

She repeatedly called the Plummer house, but Suzanne and Susan resisted letting her come over again before Wednesday's game. There were simply too many other things going on, most of them intensely sexual.

But at the same time there was another part of Brenda that was deeply afraid. She'd had submissive fantasies for a long time. She'd actually been a fan of bondage-themed pornography and developed a big collection (especially in the last couple of years when she hardly saw her husband any more). The more rational part of her brain worried just how far she might go as she crossed from fantasizing to living out her fantasies in real life.

Brenda was so excited that she arrived at the house nearly an hour early. She was ready to do anything and everything if it would give her more access to Alan. She had to fulfill her fantasies no matter what the cost.

Suzanne was ready to exploit that desire to the hilt, and Susan was willing to play along with any of Suzanne's schemes that used Brenda, mostly due to her continuing jealousy of Brenda's breast size.

Suzanne had just gotten back from dinner herself, and was helping Susan by cleaning up the living room. She answered the door. "Good evening, Brenda. Boy, are you early. Please come on in. How are you doing?"

"Much better, now that today is Wednesday. I'm so excited that I couldn't wait! Where's Alan?" Brenda carefully scanned all the rooms she could see as if Alan might be hiding under a sofa.

Suzanne smiled as she considered the time, and then considered the possibilities. She answered, "First things first. You're here far too early, so he's still doing his homework. That gives us plenty of time to teach you how to be a lesbian."

"Lesbian?" Brenda said, disappointed but not completely surprised. She'd been tossed around like a lesbian plaything between four women the last time she was here, and she enjoyed it more than she wanted to admit. The fact that she had an ingrained bias against it somehow made it that much more pleasurable being "forced" to do it.

Suzanne explained, "Alan loves his women to be bisexual, by the way, so if it makes you feel any better you can pleasure us for his sake. You should know that Susan's just been learning all about lesbianism herself these past couple of days, because she'll stop at nothing to sexually please him. Do you have the same dedication? Now remove your overcoat and let's see what you've got on."

Brenda made no response to the idea of being turned bisexual. She thought to herself, If Alan wants me to be bisexual, then I'll have to try my best. I've been expecting as much anyways. Suzanne especially is very demanding. It feels good to obey her commanding, sensual, rough voice.

She took off her coat and revealed an outfit that made the daring one she wore last week seem fuddy-duddy in comparison. She wore a loose cut-off T-shirt that (barely) covered the middle of her tits and nothing else. She also wore a bikini bottom that was more like a G-string, and leather boots that came halfway up her thighs. Everything was black, her favorite color. The dark clothing went well with her dark brown hair and contrasted with her light skin.

Susan walked up and joined them at the door. She came straight from doing the dishes and still held a dishrag in her hand.

"What do you think, Susan?" Suzanne asked her best friend, nodding at Brenda's outfit.

Susan wore the same kimono she'd had on earlier. She wore it very loosely so her boobs could be easily uncovered, while Suzanne was dressed rather conservatively. She was dressed for Xania's appearance later, as she figured they had to keep up appearances that Xania was a normal person and not really another sex-crazed, big-titted knockout here to get fucked by Alan.

Susan answered, "Not bad." She exaggerated, "The outfit is a little bit conservative for my tastes, but I'll grudgingly admit her tits make up for it. But they say you can't really know how good a product is until you taste the merchandise."

Suzanne liked that suggestion and what it said about Susan's growing love of nipple nibbling and cunt licking. "Excellent point. But Brenda, you made one serious mistake. Your nipples are so extraordinary; they long to be free, so keep them uncovered whenever you can. Now, take it all off. Get totally naked except for high heels, because Alan loves those. You're covering up too much leg with those boots. I want you to strip. Now."

Brenda looked back and forth between Susan and Suzanne. Already she was ridiculously underdressed compared to the both of them. But her lust was too great. Her face burned red in shame as she slowly took her top off and let her mountainous jugs bounce free.

She waited for a reaction, but Susan and Suzanne just stared with poker faces. That made it harder for her to keep going (which was their intention) but she went ahead anyway. With trembling hands, she bent over and pulled her panties off. Then she bent over further and removed each boot. As she did, she nearly jumped to the ceiling when she felt a hand caressing one of her ass cheeks.

It was Suzanne, running a hand over her like a doubtful customer inspecting a purchase before buying.

Now buck naked from head to toe, Brenda stood back up at attention. She had to fight to keep her hands still, because they wanted to cover up her pussy and/or breasts. But she didn't dare.

Suzanne looked at Brenda's bare feet. "Tsk, tsk. No high heels. That will not do." She directed Susan to get a pair of Amy's high heels from a nearby closet since Amy's shoe size was closest to Brenda's (though one size larger).

When Brenda bent over to put the heels on, she felt two hands on her ass. This time, both Susan and Suzanne were inspecting her.

Suzanne went a little bit further and idly ran a finger up and down Brenda's already wet slit. She joked to Susan, "Hmm. Not bad. I think we'll keep her."

There was a part of Brenda that screamed, NO! I have to stop this! But a larger part was overwhelmed by pleasure and desire. She was already on the verge of climaxing, just from a few idle fingertip brushes across her ass cheeks and pussy.

She thought, What have I done? I'm a complete goner. I can't let them boss me around like this! But she obediently stood back up and struck an even more submissive position of attention, with her chest thrust out and both hands behind her back.

Susan explained, "Brenda, do you understand why you're wearing Amy's shoes? High heels change your whole posture and especially firm up the butt. But more than that, wearing them is a sign that you're trying to please Alan. Think of them as chains of love."

Brenda was so excited to hear that that she got weak in the knees and nearly fell over. But she recovered and stood prouder, basking in wearing the heels as if she'd been awarded a medal.

Suzanne raised a curious eyebrow as she turned to Susan briefly. She wondered how much Susan believed the "chains of love" comment herself. But now was not the time to ask. Instead, she said to Brenda, "And I believe you owe us both hello kisses."

Brenda meekly nodded. The casual confidence she'd shown as she walked in the door had already been replaced by trembling, barely controlled anticipation at the prospect of being fondled and kissed by these two sizzling hot mothers. It was ironic that Brenda had always resented her overly busty tits, yet now that she'd opened up more to her true feelings, she lusted after big tits in other women. They reminded her of her own deceased big-titted mother that she'd lusted after many years ago. That history also helped to make her a passionate lesbian lover once her urges were released.

Still fully dressed, Susan and Suzanne proceeded to run their hands all over Brenda while she stood buck naked and perfectly still.

Brenda knew the other two were deliberately treating her like a piece of meat, but she loved it so much that she had to fight not to scream out in ecstasy. It was hard for the part of her fighting her submission to make any headway when Suzanne (with Susan following along) knew exactly how to push all her buttons.

CHAPTER 2

About half an hour later, Susan and Suzanne sat naked at the dining room table, sitting across from each other, talking and drinking coffee.

Brenda sat underneath the table, and had one hand in Suzanne's pussy and her tongue lapping at Susan's clit. In the last minutes she'd learned much about pussy licking, and decided that she quite liked it. Thanks to her presence and actions, both the mothers had lost what clothing they'd had on.

Inside Brenda's head, there was a battle going on. One part thought, This is beyond humiliating! I have to say something, establish some limits at least. For God's sake! What are they going to do next, make me eat out of a doggy bowl? The other part of her brain considered the doggy bowl idea and loved it so much that she nearly creamed.

Her first part thought, Dammit, I'm my own worst enemy. But there's nothing I can do about it now. It doesn't even matter if I like what they're doing to me because I have no say in the matter. Susan, and especially Suzanne, are controlling me now.

Thinking that made her both more aroused and more frustrated at her alarming submissiveness.

Suzanne had been disturbed at how submissive she'd become to Alan lately, even if most of it was in her own thoughts while she generally maintained her usual tough outer veneer (despite the occasional verbal and physical slip-ups). Having Brenda to boss around made her feel good, and caused her domineering tendencies to rise to the fore.

Susan had been excitedly explaining to Suzanne what Alan had just told her about his sexual adventures with Glory and Heather. But since Susan was a submissive type, she was much more enthusiastic about what Alan had done to Heather so she spent most of her time talking about that.

While Alan's treatment of Heather didn't do anything extraordinary to Suzanne's libido, the reaction in Brenda listening under the table was quite intense. She hardly knew Alan at all, but hearing what he was doing to his school's head cheerleader put him even higher on a pedestal. The fact that he was having sex with his most attractive teacher was like icing on Brenda's cake. Success breeds success; she felt with all her being that this seemingly normal teenaged boy was very worthy of being called her master.

Even the rational part of her brain didn't fight that conclusion but just worried about what the consequences would be.

"You know, Suzanne," Susan casually said to her best friend as they relaxed at the table, "I must say I I was all wrong about Brenda. She's one of your better schemes. Did you have any idea of the raging sex-starved slut waiting to get out when you suggested we should get to know her better?"

Suzanne was devilishly pleased at how Susan was talking about Brenda like she wasn't there. She wondered if it might mean Susan had a bit of a dominant side after all. "No, I didn't. I just thought she would be good eye candy for Alan."

Susan knew her friend better than that. "Come on. Is that all?"

"Okay, I'll admit I was hoping more would happen. I envisioned Alan fucking her and I'm always trying to help that lovable guy out, don't ask me why. As if he needs more women to fuck! But I figured Brenda was special. I had no idea that it would come to this though, having her eat us out under the table like a true sex slave even as we sit here and casually drink our coffees. Katherine talks the talk about being a sex slave, but Brenda walks the walk. Her every move, her every glance, signals complete submissiveness to Alan and to the rest of us. By the way Brenda, switch positions. It's my turn to feel your tongue. But Susan, what I find really surprising is how quickly it all happened."

Brenda was burning with shame as she switched positions, but at the same time she felt a deep sense of satisfaction to be given an order and carry it out.

Suzanne added, "Brenda completely broke so easily! We don't even need to train her."

Susan was in complete agreement, though disappointed to feel Brenda's tongue on her pussy replaced by mere fingers. She fondled her tits, as she was right on the verge of a climax and was trying to push herself over the edge. "I know what you mean. It surprises me too. Especially since she hasn't been fucked by Alan yet."

"Yes. Look at Akami, for instance. Now, she's been fucked by Alan a couple of times, but from what I gather, she's never going to be the sex toy type. It's just not in her nature, like it isn't in mine. But with Brenda, all you have to do is wave Alan's penis in front of her a couple of times, and she's ready for a dog leash." Addressing Brenda at her feet, she said, "You're gonna love the way he fucks you, Brenda, believe me."

Brenda shuddered in delight, both at the dog leash mention and the prospect of getting fucked by Alan. Deep down, her rational side was screaming in frustration, but that voice was firmly caged now.

Susan noted, "I can't even imagine how much more subservient she'll be after that."

Suzanne suggested half-seriously, "Maybe we should keep her around as a pet. Kind of like what Amy was doing with her cat costume at the second fashion show, except for real. Would you like that, Brenda, to be our sex pet?"

But Brenda didn't answer, because she was under strict orders not to talk until they said she could. She expressed her enthusiasm for the bizarre idea instead by tonguing Suzanne and fingering Susan more vigorously. Her whole body trembled with excitement.

Susan surprised herself with her answer. "Good idea." That was her pussy talking, as she imagined being licked out and fingered all day long in the way Brenda was doing her now. However, her more motherly and kindly side thought of objections. "But I don't think it would be fair to her son and only child if we keep her as a full-time sex slave. Who is going to take care of Adrian?"

Suddenly Brenda remembered her son Adrian. A wave of revulsion washed over her. I've completely forgotten about my own son! What kind of horrible mother am I, living out my twisted fantasies while leaving him home alone?! This is wrong! I have to say something. Adrian, please forgive me!

Suzanne's eyes lit up. "Oh, that reminds me. We have to work on helping Brenda seduce her son. It's the least we can do if she's going to become at least our part-time sex pet. And that'll give us less competition for Alan's affections, if Brenda is getting her daily incestuous fuck."

Susan nodded in complete agreement. "Excellent idea. I can't tell you how happy that makes me. Things are going so great between Alan and I that every time I see any woman who might be a mother I want to shake her by the shoulders and ask, 'Why aren't you sucking your son's cock already? Don't you know it's the most important part of your motherly duties?' At least now with Brenda I can share the joy with one other mother."

Suzanne didn't stop to think of her own situation with Amy as she pushed this idea. And neither she nor Susan were thinking of Brad at all, probably because both of them thought of Suzanne as much more of a mother to Alan than to Brad.

Suzanne asked, "Would you like that Brenda, to have us help you so your son can fuck you? I'll allow you to answer this question with words."

Brenda was so turned on by that idea and everything else happening and being said that she completely forgot about her "duty" of licking Suzanne's pussy. In fact, she thought she would simply pass out. The wave of revulsion that had hit her was still there, but it was replaced by an even stronger feeling: lust for her son. She'd secretly lusted after him for the last year or two, but that lust had been buried down deep. Now it suddenly burst to the surface.

In her submissive mindset, the pieces clicked into place. I'm not a bad mother after all. This is all working out according to some larger plan that I can't see, but without a doubt the brilliant Suzanne must have it all arranged. I'm meant to sexually serve Alan AND Adrian! Then I'll be able to live out my submissive dream and be the best mother I can be! Just like Susan said, it's not wrong to have sex with your son, it's my responsibility! Oh yes! Dear God, that's so hot!

Brenda's body shook like a leaf as this epiphany, not to mention an accompanying orgasm, hit her. She was so happy that tears actually rolled down her cheeks. It took her some moments to recover but she finally managed to meekly and quietly answer, "Yes."

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you," said Suzanne, even though she heard it quite well. "I said, do you want your son to fuck you?"

"Yes," Brenda replied a little louder.

"Say it for me."

"I want my son to fuck me. Oh God, I can't believe I said that!" She plunged her free hand up into her pussy. She knew that she was supposed to be pleasuring Suzanne's pussy instead, but she was so horny that she couldn't help herself.

"You realize that he'll have to fuck nobody but you, as we don't want Alan to get any diseases through him. Do you think you could get him to fuck only you, as if you and he were married? He would essentially be your husband, but Alan would be your ultimate master."

"Oh yes! God yes! Please! Please make it so!" Brenda's fingers were wildly frigging her pussy by now. "Yes! Yes! YES!"

She climaxed again. The last sentence Suzanne said effectively summed up Brenda's ultimate fantasy, a fantasy she didn't even consciously realize she had until that very moment.

Suzanne wasn't quite sure why she was suggesting this. Partly, she sensed it would make Brenda and Susan very happy, and partly she hoped Adrian would be able to take up most of Brenda's sexual energy so Brenda wouldn't become a serious competitor for Alan's attention.

But there was a deeper reason too. While Suzanne realized that if this idea was followed through it could mess up the young Adrian's normal social and sexual development, there was something about Brenda that fairly shouted of a need for her to have an incestuous relationship with her son. Suzanne had never met Adrian. However, she knew much about him from phone calls with Brenda, and she knew that any heterosexual boy would have to deeply lust after a woman like Brenda, whether she was his mother or not.

Suzanne figured it was almost as if it would be unreasonably cruel for Adrian to have a mother like that and not be able to have sex with her, and in fact from what Brenda told her, she was almost certain that Adrian had it bad for his busty mother. Brenda seemed to have a deep incestuous need as well based on her frustrated feelings for her own mother. So Suzanne figured she'd be doing them both a big favor by bringing them together. Since Suzanne didn't have any moral objections to incest, only practical ones, it seemed like the right thing to do for everyone involved.

She moved on to another issue. "Brenda, I'll let you answer another question as well. I take it as a given that you understand Alan is your natural master. But do you want to be our sex pet as well, and in fact be a totally subservient slave to anyone in this house?"

"Yes. I do." Brenda really did. "I've discovered my true nature, and it is to please my masters." Again, deep inside her, some rational voice screamed in alarm, but that voice was getting harder and harder to hear with every passing moment.

"Very good. Don't forget your mistresses, too. Now go back to quietly pleasuring us."

Brenda brought out a cruel streak in Susan, because of Susan's jealousy over Brenda's looks and especially boobs. The same effect occurred with Suzanne. But Susan was so nice a person that she could only go so far in lording over even Brenda. She asked, "Don't you think we're going too far, Suzanne? We're hardly treating her like a human being. But I can't stop myself from doing it. I'm hoping you have some more willpower than I do."

Suzanne considered that. "Yes, I suppose we are going too far. But with Brenda, that's how things are meant to be, I think. I wouldn't treat anyone else like this, but with Brenda it's different. When I suggested she be a sex pet, it made me feel a bit naughty and even cruel and I get a kick out of that, I'll admit, but more than that it felt like I was doing her a big favor. I mean, look at her. Jesus! If you think you and I have bodies built for fucking, seriously take a look at her. Don't you think it's only right that Brenda spends most of her day with her legs up in the air, getting royally nailed? Anything else and it's like taking Cindy Crawford and making her a tax accountant. It's a complete waste of a sex bomb body."

Susan looked down at Brenda under the table and nodded. "I know. I can relate, because I see so much of myself in her. It's just like how my life and my body were being wasted until recently. This just helps prove my theory that the larger the tits, the more the woman is meant by God's will to spend all day getting fucked. Would you like that Brenda? Are you glad that we've uncovered the real you?"

Brenda was back to licking Suzanne's pussy and doing it even more vigorously now. She wanted to reward Suzanne with every fiber of her being until the end of time for being the genius who not only brought Alan into her life, but came up with the plan of fucking Adrian as well.

Brenda was like a train of lust speeding down the track. She couldn't stop licking Suzanne and fondling herself until the both of them climaxed. She sensed she was almost there. She didn't even want to stop to say yes, but just moaned and hoped her meaning would be understood.

Susan smiled benignly, and commented to Suzanne, "Brenda's been so obedient today, I think she deserves a reward, the very best reward. Let's give her a full load of Alan's cum."

"You're right as usual, Susan." Suzanne smiled as she imagined Alan's reaction upon seeing Brenda show up in his room. "Let's give Alan a little surprise. He deserves it for all that hard work he's been doing. Brenda, you can get up and talk now. We're going to send you to Alan. You're going to go upstairs and suck his cock until he shoots his delicious seed all over you. But don't tell Alan what we've talked about today. We've got enough of a problem with him having too big of a head as it is. If he knows you've become our house slave, he's going to be insufferably full of himself, I fear. So keep that a secret for now."

Brenda could hardly believe it. Me? Getting a full load of Alan's cum? This is too much good news at once! It's like winning a huge lottery in one state, and then finding out the same night that you've won lotteries in three other states. All my dreams are coming true at once. I get to guzzle down his spermy goodness? Someone pinch me!

She crawled out from under the table so her whole body could be seen, but remained submissively on her knees. "Yes, Mistress Suzanne," she said with a bow, as if she was born to her role as sex pet. "Thank you so much! And you too, Mistress Susan. Thank you for letting me please you both."

Suzanne and Susan stood up. Suzanne patted Brenda on her head just like a real pet animal and said, "That's a good pet."

Brenda purred in response like she was a contented cat.

Susan was surprised, and never would have done such things as initiate the petting of Brenda by herself. But she was glad that Suzanne was here to take charge and do what was needed.

Suzanne commanded to Brenda, "Give us a kiss."

They necked for quite a while. Brenda was so full of passion that she kissed Suzanne like she'd never kissed anyone before. At the same time, she rubbed her whole body up against Suzanne's as if she was trying to meld into her.

Suzanne was more than a little impressed. When it was over, she asked, "You'll do anything Susan and I say, won't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good." That made Suzanne feel very good indeed. She felt like she was back on track, back in control of the overall situation. "You'll also obey Katherine and Amy unquestioningly. Now go to Alan's room and give him head. Put on some clothes first so you can seductively take them off. Always remember that. It's usually sexier to take off clothes than to start naked. But you're allowed just one of his ejaculations right now, or you'll be severely punished. Oh, and by the way, he got punched a bit today at school, so don't mind the bruises and black eye."

"What?! Alan got punched? How did it happen?!" Brenda already had put Alan on such a high pedestal that she could barely conceive of such a thing happening.

"Don't worry about it. In short, some of the boys at school are mad at him because he's fucking all their girlfriends."

Brenda heaved a sigh of relief. That answer reaffirmed her new view of the world. You didn't dedicate yourself to a master who got regularly beat up, but you did to one who was able to fuck any girl he fancied.

Suzanne continued, "When you're done, find Katherine in the room nearly directly across the hall from his, and have her come down to the living room. I'll ring up Amy next door and all of us will play another game of strip poker. Oh, and another woman named Xania will be arriving too. I imagine we'll all take turns pleasuring Alan's big cock except for Xania."

Brenda was so excited by that prospect that she just had to clarify, "So you mean every single one of us will take turns all evening, stroking and licking Alan's big, beautiful cock? Including me? Maybe even more than one of us at a time?"

Suzanne nodded. "Pretty much, except for Xania, as I said. She may look great, or as we call it around here, 'Alan-worthy,' but she's just a psychologist and a friend of mine and not part of this. She's here to observe and give us advice."

Brenda nodded to Suzanne submissively, her head bowed way down. She had a nearly overwhelming desire to service Suzanne for telling her what to do, and she was seemingly hypnotized by her voice. But that desire was exceeded by her desire to go up the stairs and suck Alan's cock.

She thought, That's not just any cock. That's my master's cock. Alan is my master now. I had a feeling this was going to happen from the first time we played cards together, and now it's happening! I MUST go and pleasure him. I'm so excited I can hardly walk!

The reluctant and logical voice within her had nothing to say. Perhaps later it would come back, but right now Brenda was so high on lust and life that even the high from heroin couldn't come close.

CHAPTER 3

Minutes later, Brenda knocked on Alan's door. "Hi Alan, it's me, Brenda. Are you busy?" She suppressed her desire to call him "Master Alan." She reminded herself that Suzanne said the time wasn't right for that yet.

Alan turned his head and looked towards the door with great expectation. "Busy? Not any more. Please come in." He had no clue whatsoever just how worshipful Brenda was feeling towards him right now. From his point of view, he was still trying his best to impress her.

She opened the door and walked in, modeling the outfit she'd arrived to the house in. But she took Suzanne's advice and arranged her skimpy top so both nipples were exposed as well.

"Holy fucking cow," Alan exclaimed in wonder. He was particularly blown away by the long nipples. "I swear, every day it's something new. Brenda, you're one of the most gorgeous women on the planet, for sure."

"You really think so?" Brenda was so close to her long awaited target - a mouthful of cum - that she didn't want to waste time. She rapidly closed the distance to Alan sitting in his chair at his desk.

She noticed Alan wore nothing but a completely unbuttoned white dress shirt and a towel around his neck (from when he had taked a shower not long ago). That greatly excited her because it meant his penis must be exposed below the desk. Then she noticed the naked ass sticking out from under the desk. It was Katherine, and her skirt was flipped back just like Amy's was earlier. That seemed to have quickly become part of the stealth stroking tradition.

Brenda was taken aback and worried that she wouldn't get her promised cum load after all. "Who's this?" she exclaimed in regards to the mystery butt. Her awe for Alan only grew to see him getting blown in such a fashion, especially as it slowly dawned on her from the distinctive tan lines that it had to be his own sister doing the loving sucking.

Then, looking closer at Alan, she saw the black eyes and the bruises, and nearly shrieked. "And what happened to your face?!" Even though Suzanne had warned her, seeing it in the flesh was still a shock.

Alan laughed. "Oh, that? I got beat up at school today. But it's nothing. The wounds will heal in a couple of days. I even got kicked pretty hard in the nuts, but luckily the pain there passed real quickly, kinda like it does when you stub your toe."

Brenda quickly dismissed his wounds, and thought, He fucks the most beautiful girls in school, too. I should have known. Of course he would! He's my master! That's what masters do, especially good masters like Alan. I'll bet he has dozens of sex pets at school, taking all the best looking girls, if they have boyfriends or not. If you go to his school and you're a sexy girl, he's gonna fill your pussy with his sperm! That's just a fact! In Brenda's mind, it was, though in reality not even Alan could make that claim.

But of all his pets, I'm the one to have the honor to suck his penis right now! I even get to replace his sister. I'm so excited I don't know if I can stand it!

Alan saw Brenda staring at Katherine's ass.

Katherine paid no mind to the interruption and continued to lightly fondle and stroke her brother's erection.

Not knowing that Brenda already recognized Katherine, he said, "Oh yeah. Excuse my manners. That's my sister Katherine. I've got a lot of homework to do this week, so all the women are taking turns jacking me and blowing me while I study. Little Vacuum Mouth Sis, you can come out now."

Katherine was having too much fun lightly blowing air on Alan's dick to stop until he really insisted.

Brenda asked, "How long has this been going on?"

"Oh, today it's been pretty much all afternoon," Alan replied casually. He had a slightly pained look on his face but it was from all the pleasure his sister was giving him.

Brenda was so impressed she nearly came just from hearing and seeing the way he was continually served. "Alan! You're such a MAN! It's going to be such a pleasure to serve you. This is what I've been waiting for all my life, but I never knew what I wanted. If Katherine doesn't mind, can I suck your big dick for a while?"

"Why are you asking her for permission?" Alan said commandingly. "It's my penis."

Brenda nearly swooned at that answer. "Oh! So sorry, mas- ... Uh. Alan, would you let me suck it? Please?"

Alan tried to act uncaring. "Very well, if you insist. But take off that strip of cloth you call a top and let me play with your tits while you do it. In fact, get naked altogether." He came around the desk and sat up on the edge of his bed instead so he could have better access to Brenda's tits.

Katherine finally moved out of the way and stood to the side, watching. Her skirt fell back over her ass, leaving her fully dressed.

"Okay!" Brenda submissively obeyed his order, flinging her clothes off with abandon. Then greedily grasped his erection once the two of them had settled into place. She caressed it like it was a priceless porcelain antique. "Oh Alan, it's everything I could ever want! Let me help you out."

However, before she could do anything more, she began shaking all over. She grasped one of her nipples with a free hand and let out a piercing scream.

When she was finally done, Alan asked, "What was that all about?"

Brenda gushed, "Sorry, I'm just so excited. I got all tingly getting to touch it and everything. And now it's going to go in my mouth! Dear God!"

She had to pause and compose herself.

While she was doing that, Alan thought, Jesus H. Christ, talk about an excitable woman. She just had a climax from merely touching my penis? Wow, that must be some kind of new record. And look at her! It's less like she has breasts and more like there are two bowling balls attached to the front of her chest. But what wonderful soft, wobbly, white bowling balls they are!

Finally, Brenda recovered and grasped his erection again. As she held its warmth, sticky with pre-cum and saliva, she said a prayer. Dear God, please grant me the talent to give my master a wonderful cocksucking. Oh no! What if I'm no good? What if he doesn't like me, I may not even be allowed to have him for a master! God, please, I implore you, help me out here! The competition is tough and I'm out of practice. Please make Alan enjoy the face fuck he's about to give me. In your holy name, Amen.

She swallowed his shaft even as she kept her hands at the base and pumped excitedly. She was quite a good cocksucker, having slept her way to a tremendous fortune (though it was true she was out of practice). Determined not to fail, she tried every trick she knew. She used both hands to fondle his balls. Meanwhile, she used her lips and tongue quite literally like her life depended on it.

She was particularly talented with her lips. In fact, the workings of her mouth nearly made Alan forget about her giant orbs. But he didn't forget, and he stayed a very happy camper playing with them.

For her, the touch of Alan's hands on her skin was completely electric. She was a highly sensual and sensitive woman, and began her orgasms nearly as soon as he started pulling on her long nipples.

Alan motioned with his eyes that his sister stay and watch.

So Katherine remained standing right behind Brenda, her arms folded. She was somewhat annoyed at being replaced, but kept quiet about it.

She thought, Brenda's tough competition. But I'm not going to be out-slaved by her. Whatever Brother wants me to do, I'm going to do it and I'm going to be the best. She may have those tits and that cute baby face, but she's far too soft. Soft willed and soft bodied. She's practically chubby. I'm firm and strong and he loves ME. I'll just have to do better. The more I please him, the more I'm rewarded with mind-blowing orgasms. Despite her confident thoughts, a part of her remained doubtful and jealous.

Alan was eager to shoot his wad, but he also wanted to impress Brenda with his staying power. So he periodically pulled her head away to get a second wind. He practically had to violently push to keep her mouth off of his penis though, because she was so eager to suck.

"Please Alan, let me suck it! Just let me suck it a little more. Don't be so cruel!" Brenda was in erotic nirvana.

Brenda didn't know how to deep throat, but she kept taking Alan so deep that she very nearly did right then. She was putting her heart and soul into her task. She bobbed and bobbed and licked and sucked and fondled and stroked until her hands and jaws were tired.

Katherine frowned disapprovingly when Brenda had to pause briefly to rest after about fifteen minutes. Brenda had been working so intently that she couldn't keep it up for long. She also hadn't built up an endurance in the way that Susan did, for instance.

Alan sighed with relief and frustration as he slowly came down from dizzying erotic heights a little bit while Brenda took her rest. He knew that had she gone just another ten or twenty seconds, he would have blown his load.

The grumpy sister complained to the newcomer, "You're tired after only that? Brenda, that's such a sorry performance. Big Guitar Neck Brother, would you like someone who actually knows how to suck cock take over?"

He knew her complaint was completely unjustified - Brenda was doing a fantastic job. But he diplomatically let it slide. "Thanks, Little Damp and Drippy Sis, but that's okay. You're doing great, Brenda. You almost had me there. There's no rush though. Just keep going when you're ready."

But Katherine still complained, "Brenda, who taught you how to suck cock? Don't you ever practice? Geez." The better a job Brenda did, the more Katherine grew jealous and worried. She could see that Alan was really enjoying Brenda's repeated corkscrew movements. She'd twist her mouth around his dick the same time she went up and down it.

Brenda answered, "Um, I've been married a long time, and I haven't done something like this to my husband for years. We've been on the outs with each other. We're getting divorced and it's all but finalized. I'm sorry if I'm unworthy."

"You're fine," Alan said encouragingly. "Really. Katherine isn't on the receiving end, so she can't judge. It's taken her a lot of practice to get her hands and mouth where it is today. You're doing just great. You have a natural talent."

Brenda resumed licking and sucking enthusiastically. Since her corkscrew move had caused the most groans from Alan, she went back to doing that. She thought, He said I have natural talent! What a kind man. What a wonderful master! I'm not worthy. To think, I've been spending all week masturbating when I should have been practicing licking and sucking on dildos. Forgive me, Master!

There was a time when Brenda was arrogant and distant. Everyone was so envious and lustful of her natural attributes that she seemingly only knew how to reject and avoid men. She'd gotten into the habit of rejecting everyone, thinking that everyone loved her only for her tits. But that Brenda was long gone. The new Brenda lived only to serve. She was like a person who was normal until their first shot of heroin and then forever after a junkie, except that she was now a sex junkie.

After another five minutes, Alan could take no more. He motioned to Katherine, who was busy frigging herself. As irked as she was, she couldn't help but get aroused after watching so much frenzied cocksucking.

Katherine got up and attacked Brenda's pussy from behind. She went after Brenda's clit with one hand and stuffed fingers up Brenda's pussy with the other, causing the monster-titted woman to scream incredibly loudly. She wasn't happy about making Brenda feel good, but she'd gotten so worked up from watching that she couldn't stop herself from obeying Alan's wordless command.

Brenda accidentally pulled her mouth off of Alan's penis so she could scream her pleasure.

That caused Alan to shoot his seed all over her face. He shot rope after rope towards her nose.

"Cover me!" she cried. "Cover me in your cum! Drench me all over!" Her whole body trembled. She was just as excited as she'd been when she trembled downstairs earlier, and that was saying a lot.

Recovering somewhat, she eagerly licked up all the cum she could reach with her tongue, and then stuffed more in her mouth with greedy fingers. She'd never cum so hard or so often in one evening and her pussy was already sore before the big party had even started. But at the same time, she was wired with excitement and ready for more.

However, Alan said, "Leave the rest on, and that's an order. Some of the others may enjoy licking that off later."

In fact, Katherine couldn't resist scooping up and swallowing a particularly large gob that was about to fall from Brenda's chin. That still left quite a lot. Alan had given Brenda an unusually heavy load.

Brenda obeyed Alan's desire. His command to wear his cum, like everything else this evening, was like her ultimate fantasy come true and then some. She gushed, "Oh, Alan, darling! It's so good. Susan and Suzanne were so right - you're not a normal man. I'll admit that I was having some doubts about some crazy plans they were making for me earlier, but I was so wrong to even think. It's all so worth it. So worth it!"

Alan wondered what she was thinking, especially her comment about "crazy plans." He still didn't have a clue how far she'd gone.

She panted, "I'm too insolent. I'll never doubt them again. This is the most delicious nectar on Earth! More! Give me more! I want to swim in it!"

CHAPTER 4

Katherine frowned at Brenda's comments. "You wish. You're a one trick pony, Ms. Big Tits. You're the flavor of the week. You may give good head, but Alan doesn't love you. Hell, he doesn't even KNOW you. Next week he'll be playing with some other big-titted freak of nature and you'll be yesterday's news. But I'll still be here. I live right across the hall, as a matter of fact. So take THAT! Ha! He loves ME, his one and only sister! I'M going to be the one swimming in his cum long after he's completely forgotten your name."

"That's enough, Sis," Alan complained. "That was so rude."

Katherine covered her mouth with her hands. "Oh my God! Did I just say all that out loud? Shit. I thought I was just thinking." She truly didn't know she was voicing her thoughts out loud, but now that it was done she didn't mind terribly. Dumb, dumb, dumb! But at least it's good for Brenda to understand her place before she gets her hopes up too high. The stupid chubby cow.

Brenda appeared crushed. Her body withered even as Alan's penis finished going flaccid.

However, Alan tried to repair the damage. "Don't mind my sister. She's just jealous. She's all wrong. You won't be forgotten next week, not at all. In fact, we all want you to be a regular at our weekly card games and fashion shows from now on, don't we?" He stared intently at Katherine as he prodded again, "Don't we?"

Katherine got the message. "Yes, we do." But her voice was flat and forced.

Alan explained, "Brenda, you're a later comer to a very tight group. So there's bound to be some resentment. It's true that I don't know you that well, none of us do, but I have a good feeling about you. Yes, you've got the biggest rack I've ever seen, but you're not just a pair of tits in my eyes. For one thing, you seem like a fundamentally nice person, and I like your enthusiasm." He winked, "Not to mention your ass." Continuing more seriously, he said, "If you like our group, just hang in there and don't mind the slings and arrows. In time, Katherine and some of the others with jealousy issues will warm up to you."

Brenda blurted out, "Like your group? Like?! Alan, you have no idea!" She ardently wished Suzanne hadn't forbidden her from explaining everything that had happened downstairs in the last hour or so. "This is the most amazing, wonderful group of people I've ever met! I don't mind Katherine's comments because I'm sure I'm not worthy. I tried my best to fondle and suck, but how can I compare with the likes of Susan, Suzanne, Amy, and Katherine?"

As she said this last sentence, she looked at Katherine with complete adoration. While Brenda didn't know Katherine that well, her high opinion of her was nonetheless set if only because of Katherine's relations. Anyone who was the sister of Alan and the daughter of Susan was to be adored in Brenda's mind.

Katherine was completely taken aback, especially because Brenda was obviously sincere in adoring her. She didn't understand the intensity of Brenda's emotions, just as Alan did not. So she decided not to say anything for the moment.

Alan turned to Katherine. "Sis, look, I understand you're just a teen so I can't really blame you for being immature. But that was soooo immature! I mean, come on. I'm a teenager too but I don't blurt out that kind of stuff. That was downright mean."

"Brother, I'm reaaaally sorry. I thought I was just talking to myself. Imagine how much it would suck for you if all your thoughts about people were spoken out loud."

"Good point. But I have the sense to never say them out loud. I think you need to be punished. And since you offended Brenda, I think she's the one to punish you. Brenda, how would you like to give Katherine, say, twenty-five spankings?"

"Ummm..." Brenda looked worried.

"What? I'm sorry, you don't like the idea of spankings? I didn't realize."

"No, it's not that. In fact, I love the idea of spankings. I adore it. It's just, uh, really it was my fault. Can you spank me instead?"

"Huh? How's that? What did you do wrong? You come in here and passionately blow me for twenty minutes like it was your last act on Earth and then you feel like you did something wrong? No, you did great. Like I said, you're not some sexual flash in the pan. We want you in our group."

Brenda worried, But how much does he want me? Alan has no idea, does he? He just thinks he's going to see me a couple of times a week for these parties. He doesn't realize how much I need him! He needs to fill my holes every single day! Isn't that what masters do? I have to trust that Suzanne is going to make everything work out, but he probably doesn't want me for a sex slave at all! How CAN I compete with the loving ties the others share? I'll just have to try harder. More busty thrusting, more willing, more submissive! But on the other hand, maybe that's unfair to him. Am I being too clingy? I can't be clingy! I'm here to please, not cause trouble. He should set the pace. The last thing I want is to get between him and his sister. I'll just have to suffer silently in my need to have him, for now at least.

She said, "Well, uh, it's just that you want a spanking and I don't have the energy to give one. I came so hard and so good. And I already had some WONDERFUL cums downstairs before I came up here. I can hardly stand up, to be honest. So I thought I'd volunteer to receive the spanking. Actually, I insist. Won't you please spank me?" As tired as Brenda was, she got up, turned around, and bent over so she could visually offer Alan her wide ass.

Alan was startled by the sheer quantity of cum dripping down Brenda's thighs. But he shook his head. "That's not how it works. The idea's not to just randomly spank people. You're supposed to punish Katherine for the awful things she said to you. Would you like me to give the spanking to her in your place?"

"NO!" Brenda was appalled by the idea. In her mind, Katherine was one of the special people. The idea of causing such a person to be spanked was beyond the pale. She stood up and turned around to given Alan a pleading look. "Whatever happened, I'm sure it's my fault. I'm the one who got Katherine upset. If anyone should get spanked, it should be me."

She turned some more so she could thrust her ass in Alan's direction again. Despite the harsh words from Katherine, Brenda was still terribly aroused. Not only was she hoping for a repeat performance of how Alan spanked her the last time she was here, but she got off on the shameful feeling of wearing nothing but cum and heels while Alan and Katherine were fully dressed.

"Nonsense," Alan said firmly. "Anyways, I've kind of lost the spanking urge with all this talking. Katherine, please, promise me you won't get jealous about Brenda again. I just want everyone to get along and be friends."

Katherine privately fumed, And have us all smile mindlessly as we suck your cock. Right. Sorry pal, but I have feelings too. You can't just push me aside for this walking pair of tits. I won't go quietly. But changing her mood a bit, she continued thinking, However, we do have to all try to get along. If I make a big scene I'll just fall down in Alan's book. Brenda IS just a flash in the pan. None of us have any emotional connection to her and soon enough Alan will realize how sexually overcommitted he is. So I'll just wait it out and do my best to get along for now.

She forced a smile. "I'm sorry, Big Bro. Brenda, I'm especially sorry to you. You know how the mind works. People think all kinds of crazy things in passing but they don't mean most of it. I am a bit jealous about your curvy body compared to my flat one, but I'm sure that'll pass. Let's try again to be friends, okay?"

"Okay. Thanks. I do appreciate it. And I'm sorry again about butting in. I mean, here you were, happily slurping away on your brother's stiff meat and I come along and force you aside. Then, to add insult to injury, I take his big load on my face. A load that you'd worked to coax out. Even now, you have to watch all that tasty cum slowly dripping down my cheeks and nose. I feel horrible. It's just that Suzanne ordered me to come up here and do that. She probably didn't realize you were already going at it."

"Good point, Brenda," Alan said. "I hadn't thought of all that. These miscommunication things happen. Let's go downstairs and turn over a new leaf for the party. Okay? And I so much appreciate all the kindness and pleasure both of you have given me. Thank you. I'm such a lucky guy."

Katherine and Brenda left, but Alan stayed behind to finish up a few things first (not to mention wait for his penis to revive so he could make a big first impression).

He shook his head with wonder, and thought of Brenda, That is one crazy woman. I have a feeling I'm going to be seeing a whole lot more of her. She seemed as fanatically loyal as a puppy dog to me, and yet I hardly even know her. Weird. Plus, I have a feeling that she wasn't as tired as she made out but just actually likes the idea of being spanked. I mean, the look in her eyes made it seem like she was really into it. Weirder. Maybe she really got off on the spanking she got last time she was here?

This is so unreal I just want to hit myself and wake up. Maybe it's actually a good thing I got beat up at school today, because it painfully reminds me that I'm human after all and in fact I can lose badly. All this could disappear in a heartbeat if word somehow got out what we're doing.

Speaking of trouble, I can see more trouble brewing, thanks to Brenda's looks and attitude. Sis was practically seething. I've never seen her bitch like that, even if it was an accident that she spoke the words out loud. But on the other hand, it kinda turns me on to have them get all catty over me.

Ah well. Now it's downstairs to the party to see what other bizarro turns my life can take. I hope my penis rebounds quickly cos I can hardly wait to get down there. This is going to be a classic get together. Amy, Katherine, Susan, Suzanne, Brenda, AND Xania, all in one room at one time? Oh yeah! That's one for the all time beauty record books. Shit! Xania! I shouldn't have sent Brenda downstairs with a face full of cum. I wonder if she's here yet.

CHAPTER 5

Xania had arrived, which meant it was time for the poker party to really begin.

Alan and Katherine came downstairs together (Alan was dressed in nothing but a long white dress shirt and shorts while Katherine wore a nice formal outfit). They were met with an interesting sight.

Xania was dressed up the way a professional psychologist should be, and in fact was dressed only slightly more casually than she'd been during their appointment. She wore a tan blouse with matching jacket and skirt. The others standing around her in the front entrance way were dressed as if for a formal dinner (Susan had changed from her kimono at Suzanne's insistence).

But, in extreme contrast, Brenda was dressed in nothing but her sliver of a top, her G-string styled bikini bottoms, and high heels. That was tremendously embarrassing for her, especially considering that to her Xania was a complete stranger.

Worse, Brenda still had Alan's cum hanging all over her face. Not only that, but she interpreted Suzanne's earlier comment that she should keep her nipples uncovered whenever possible as a command from a new mistress, and so she now wore her black top in a lopsided fashion that kept both nipples free. It was almost worse than wearing no top at all, since it seemed such a crazy thing to do.

Nobody mentioned the cum or the top, not even Xania, which Brenda found most odd. But Brenda was aware of how strange she looked, and her face burned red with shame and desire. Nonetheless, she did her best. She kept her head held high and a smile on her face. Now that she considered herself Alan's pet, she thrust her chest out and kept her arms behind her back to further push her tits forward, assuming that he'd like that position the best.

In fact, it was so odd that Xania didn't say a word about Brenda that soon everyone was antsy, as if waiting for the other shoe to fall. Since almost none of them knew her real identity and persona, they half expected her to leave the house or burst into anger at any moment, and had she really been who she was supposed to be, she probably would have.

The tension grew until Amy spoke up. She couldn't figure out why no one was talking about the obvious and so she asked, "Xania, aren't you going to ask about Brenda? Geez! If I was in your shoes, I sure would."

"No, I'm not," Xania said calmly, and then returned to discussing an inane topic with Suzanne.

But Amy wasn't satisfied. She asked, "Why not? Don't you have any curiosity?"

"Sure, but I figure I'm here this evening like an anthropologist living with a foreign culture. I'd like to just be a fly on the wall and observe your fascinating sexual traditions first hand. If you want me to know something, I figure you'll tell me. I'm sure there's a good reason why this beautiful lady has cum all over her face, not to mention her... unusual attire." She couldn't help but grin a bit.

Brenda gasped in embarrassment, but forced herself not to cower or cover up.

Amy nodded in slight confusion at Xania's response, and surprisingly didn't tell her any more about Brenda. Neither did anyone else. Apparently they waited for Alan's lead, and he didn't say a word.

The group continued making casual small talk and then all assembled in the living room for the poker game.

Xania had some luggage because she was staying the night.

Alan carried her luggage away so he could be the last one into the living room. To a certain extent all the weeks of one sexual adventure after another had made him a bit jaded, but now he pranced about with glee as he lugged the luggage.

He knew great things were going to happen. He thought, Looking at those women in the foyer all dressed up so fancily, you'd think a Tupperware party was about to begin or something. You'd never figure what raging sexual creatures they are. But I'll bet that within the hour, no, make that half an hour, all of them will be naked and begging for me to fuck 'em. I'm glad Brenda looks the way she does, or else I wouldn't believe what's about to happen. And Xania! God DAMN she's a hot firecracker! Hot damn, buckets of cum are going to flow tonight! Heh-heh-heh!

Finally entering the room, he took a look at the six women before him, who informally stood in a line for his benefit. Again, Brenda looked comically out of place with her cum-soaked face and nipples bared.

Alan whistled in appreciation at them all. "Hot damn, AGAIN! Pinch me I'm dreaming, again! Looking at the six of you there, it's like I'm looking at some kind of fantasy Amazon army. Valkyries maybe. With the exception of Brenda, all of you are just so damned tall. Right around six feet - I hear that's the height of all the supermodels. That alone is so amazing. And Brenda, you may not be that tall, but you more than make up for it in other ways. You know what this is like? This is like some kind of sexiest women of the world All Star team." He again conspicuously failed to mention or take special notice of Brenda's cum-drenched appearance.

Alan was just speaking his mind, but the words buttered up all the females and got them in the mood for the game. Most of them preened and posed, and thrust out their tits just like Brenda.

Only Xania played it cool, and stood apart.

Susan brought out the wine and liquor - she considered it part of her motherly duties to make sure Brenda and especially Xania got drunk to guarantee that Alan could have his way with them. As she served Alan she whispered in his ear while obviously referring to Xania, "Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker. Go get her, Tiger! I want to see you do her on the table in front of everybody!"

However, now there was an awkwardness. The problem was Xania. Alan frankly had no idea how she'd respond once things started to get really sexual. On one hand he'd fucked her not long after meeting her, so he figured she was amenable to sexual games. Furthermore, she wasn't blinking an eye at Brenda's strange appearance. But on the other hand she was dressed quite formally, and had a very formal manner. The others had no idea that she'd had sex with him (except for Katherine, who'd been there and took part). Despite Susan's confidence in his seduction skills, he didn't know what was going on and that bothered him.

He pulled Xania aside and said, "Before we start, can I speak to you for a minute?"

She readily agreed and the two of them walked into another room to speak in complete privacy.

Alan immediately said, "Xania, it's good to see you, but I'm confused. Are you here as a psychologist, or just a social visit, or what? What's this anthropologist angle?"

She gave a wry smile. "I'll let you guess what I'm doing."

"Now, Xania, we can't have that. It's too weird and no one will know how to act. Let me be bold with a proposal. I want to fuck you again, and I think you want to be fucked again or you wouldn't be here. Am I right?"

Xania didn't speak, but her eyes sparkled with mischief.

Alan knew he was right. He continued, "Here's my plan. Things are going to get sexual with the card game. Veeeery sexual. But I want you to pretend that you're disturbed by it all. Disturbed, but not so much to actually leave or force anyone to stop. And I'll slowly make more advances until I fuck you. How does that sound?"

Xania couldn't help but tease, "Kiddo, you sure are full of yourself."

Alan quickly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for a kiss.

She was surprised at first, but quickly relaxed and joined in a delightful tongue duel. Thanks to her exceptionally long tongue, she was a natural expert kisser and had further honed her skill from years of practice.

Meanwhile, Alan's hands were busy. Despite her formal attire, he had one hand inside her blouse and pinching a nipple and the other inside her panties and working on her clit even before they came up for breath.

Two of Alan's fingers were squishing in her wet pussy lips as the kiss came to an end. "Come on, Xania. Tell me you're not hot to trot."

Xania kept up her pretense. "How dare you!"

But he continued to fondle her body and it was clear that her words were saying one thing and her body was saying another.

She laughed. "Okay, you got me. Kiddo, you've got yourself a deal. Sounds fun, and I figured I'd have to do something like that anyways to keep up my psychologist role pretense. The truth is, I'm just here to have fun. Even real psychologists have fun I suppose. And looks like you're going to show me a real good time tonight."

Alan continued to finger her. "I am. You and Brenda. She's a real character. You may find it hard to take her seriously, but she's for real."

Jut then, Susan walked in and said, "Everyone's waiting for you."

Xania turned in shock and pushed Alan away. She immediately began readjusting her clothes to make herself more presentable. However, she didn't do too much adjusting - she wanted her lacy black underwear to be noticed. She pretended shame for Susan's sake. "I can explain! It's not what you think!"

Susan had an amused smirk on her face. She saw that Xania's skirt was hiked up, revealing a wet spot in her dark panties. She liked that. "Oh really? Then what is it then?"

"I'm just, uh, trying to fit in. And, uh, do what the other guests do."

Susan was obviously filled with pride. With a beaming smile, she said, "That's my son! Xania, you don't stand a chance. You'll be fitting in, all right. Or I should say Alan will be fitting in to you. Here, give me your bra and panties."

"What?" Xania was confused.

Susan explained, "The house rule is no female underwear allowed. Didn't you say something about wanting to observe our customs?"

"Yes, but..." She reluctantly began to undress. She could have just reached in her blouse to take her bra off without removing her blouse first, but she wanted to make a show of it. She feebly protested "I can't believe I'm doing this" even as she made sure to give Alan a good show.

Susan, standing behind Xania, gave Alan the thumbs up sign and silently mouthed the words "Alan-worthy."

Alan really liked that and his erection did too.

Susan took Xania's underwear, then winked at Alan and said to him. "Son, I'm so proud. If I hadn't have come in you would have had her bent over the couch and been pounding her doggy-style within five minutes of greeting her. Don't worry, Xania, there's time for that later, but right now the game calls." She pretended to zip her mouth shut. "Mum's the word on what happened here." She walked off, still pleased as punch.

Xania, normally as sexually jaded as they come, was surprised to find she was embarrassed. She's right. Damn this kid works fast!

But Xania elected not to say anything about that. Instead, as they started to walk back she asked Alan, "Care to explain why Brenda's face is dripping with cum? I assume it's some kind of punishment?"

Now Alan was being mischievous. "No. It's not. But I like how you took that in stride. Xania, I think you're my kind of person."

She was chagrined, because now she was even more curious about it, but couldn't ask more about it since he said she took it in stride. But then another thought popped into her head. She suddenly grabbed his arm and whispered, "As long as we're dropping all pretense for a minute, I have a request. Susan conducted her entire counseling session with me topless. Said it made her feel more at ease. I've been thinking a lot about those lovely orbs ever since. You think you could hook me up with them?"

"Sure. No problem. And I know what you mean. They're always on my mind, too."

They reentered the living room where the others were. Xania announced with great seriousness, "I should tell you all what Alan and I just discussed."

Alan was very confused by that, but didn't try to stop her.

But instead of saying anything about what really happened, she said, "I was just explaining to Alan why I'm here. I'm passing through town and hoped to visit my good friend Suzanne, and see all my new friends. I'm happy to unwind and play some cards. But at the same time, Suzanne tells me that you've developed some interesting traditions. As a psychologist, I'm fascinated by the Plummer family and would like to 'go native' as it were, and experience and observe one of your typical evenings. That's what I was attempting to explain earlier. So the bottom line is, don't mind me and just act as you always would."

Amy didn't know that Alan and Xania had sex before. So she asked with some worry, "Um, Xania, this game gets kind of sexual. Well, to be honest, it's very sexual. Are you okay with that?"

Xania laughed that off. "Amy, believe you me, I've played a few harmless games of strip poker in my time. I don't mind a little bit of nudity if that allows me to see you all interact."

Amy was still concerned. "But there's more than just a little bit of nudity. Look at Brenda. Don't you wonder what that white stuff on her face is?"

Xania walked up to Brenda and looked at her closely pretending to be clueless. "Yes. I was wondering. Just what IS that? If I didn't know better..."

Amy looked to Alan for direction.

Feeling playful, he expressed shock and tried to pass the non-verbal message to Amy behind Xania's back not to reveal what the substance was.

Amy suddenly got much more nervous and defensive. "Uh, never you mind. I guess she spilled something. Brenda, I'll take you to the bathroom and help you lick that off. Um, I meant, wipe that off. Mom, are you ready to start the game?"

Xania was chagrined with Alan's gambit, because she wanted to understand why Brenda was looking like that. But she continued to play along and let the issue slide.

Suzanne took charge and addressed the whole group as they sat on couches around the coffee table in the living room. "As you all know, we're playing another game of strip poker. I've taken the liberty of coming up with some changes in the rules this time. First off, it's not fair that most of us wear so much while Brenda wears so little. Everyone pick out and wear four items, no more, no less. Of course that doesn't count the high heels, which are not part of the game and should be worn at all times. Xania, I'm glad to see you've got some seriously spiky heels on. Are those stilettos? Brenda, that still leaves you with two items less than everyone else, so we'll count the cum on your face as another item."

Amy was upset. She shot Suzanne a look that gave the non-verbal message, "Mom, you blew it! You weren't supposed to say that!"

Xania, still pretending not to know more than that which was obviously revealed, asked with feigned alarm, "Did you say cum? Brenda, why are you wearing cum on your face? Not to mention your attire, or lack of attire."

Brenda blushed down to her chest. "Ah, I was, uh..." She didn't know what to say, and looked to Alan, who gave a little nod. "I was, um, ur, you see, just before you arrived, I was up in Alan's room sucking his sweet cock and, uh, he blew a big load all over my face. He told me to keep it on so someone could lick it off later. So I did."

"I see," Xania said, deliberately poker-faced to increase Brenda's discomfort. "And if Alan told you to go shopping at the supermarket looking like that, would you?"

Brenda's blush deepened. "Yes," she whispered. The humiliation was turning her on incredibly. On top of that, the supermarket idea got her gasping with wanton desire.

Amy, still the least in the know, asked Xania with some concern, "What do you think? Aren't you weirded out?"

Xania, still appearing regal and detached, said, "Not really. When in Rome, do as the Romans. I'm not here to judge."

CHAPTER 6

That resolved, Susan raised her hand. "Can we go dress into something sexier instead of just taking off some of these frumpy clothes?" She clearly was referring to her own outfit which was the kind of clothing she now only wore when going outside. She had it on to be respectful of Xania, but she figured that since Xania didn't mind the way Brenda looked, not to mention that Alan had practically fucked her already, the sky was the limit.

Suzanne indicated yes.

Susan and Katherine bolted off to their bedrooms.

Even Suzanne and Amy got up and rummaged through their collection of clothes left in the underwear cabinet by the front door and changed as well.

When everyone reassembled, the place resembled a porn film shoot (except for Alan in his white shirt and shorts, and Xania still in her formal attire).

But out of all the outrageous outfits, Susan clearly was the star of the show. She wasn't wearing any ordinary outfit, but was decked out as a sexy cow. Her outfit consisted of scraps of clothing in the black and white patchy pattern of cow skin, with a tight, revealing bikini top that held up and thrust out her tits, a bikini bottom, gloves that went up her upper arm, stockings that went up to her knees, and headgear with floppy cow ears. Additionally, she wore a cowbell around her neck.

She was positively glowing with happiness and pride and stared right at her son. "What do you think, Tiger? I know it isn't a fashion show night, but I couldn't keep this outfit in the closet any more. It's too exciting for me! I thought it might cheer you up on a bad day."

"Mom, it's awesome." He teased, "And this can't be called a bad day any more. The only problem is, how can I suck your udders dry when you've got them all covered up like that?"

Susan shuddered in gleeful response and reflexively clutched at her tits.

"Okay, you two," Suzanne stepped in. "Stop before we have to get you a room. Don't worry, Alan, even without the strip poker, I don't think Susan is going to be wearing her top for long. Susan, that's actually much more than four items, but we'll count both gloves as one, and count your stockings with the panties. How's that?"

"Mooooooooo!" Susan replied, then giggled. Whenever she moved, for instance in a giggle that caused her tits to jiggle, the cowbell rang as well.

"All right. I'll take that as a yes." Suzanne couldn't help but crack a wide smile at Susan's cow-themed enthusiasm.

Xania, trying to play the role of a serious psychologist, asked with concern, "Susan, do you want to discuss your cow fetish?"

"Not now. Tonight is the time for fun. Anyway, one reason I'm excited about this outfit is that it proves that I'm not the only one into the sex cow idea. There's a whole market for it."

Suzanne spoke to the whole group. "Let's get back to the rules. Now, I couldn't help but notice that last time we played everyone was trying to lose, not win. So the new rule is you get to take an item off if you win a hand instead of if you lose. And dares will now be between the winner and whoever the winner chooses. Since Alan was stubbornly trying to win last time and keep his clothes on, the rules are reversed for him. He now has to take an item off if he has the lowest hand. If he wins the hand, he gets to order a dare involving whomever he wants, regardless of how many pieces of clothing he still has on or who came in second. That way, everyone will now try their best instead of their worst. Sound good?"

Everyone liked the rule changes.

Xania asked, "What's a dare?" She sipped on a rum and Coke, still comparatively overdressed.

Suzanne replied, "You'll find out when we come to it. It's more fun that way."

But Suzanne added a few more wrinkles. "And another thing. Last time we did this, we kept Alan without satisfaction a long time before Susan finally was able to help him out with some penis tending. This time, we'll take turns pleasuring him from the very start. Brenda, since you were such a good, obedient girl earlier, and you appear dressed for the occasion, I'll let you go first. You can start any time."

Brenda didn't need to be told twice. She crawled over to Alan and dropped to her knees.

Alan, seeing that she was so excited she was trembling, decided to help her out. He unbuttoned his dress shirt (to prolong the suspense a bit) then dropped his shorts to the floor. His erection bounced out proudly until it ended up resting up against his upper abdomen. It was drooling pre-cum from being in the same room with so many bombshells.

Brenda was tremendously excited by the sight, acting as if she hadn't just seen it a short time earlier (not to mention sucked on it). "Oh my God! It's so beautiful!" she exclaimed.

Susan chuckled and nodded. "I know. Just looking at it like that makes me SO HOT! Go ahead and hold it, Brenda. Seeing a hottie like you hold it makes me even hotter, if such a thing is possible. One thing I really love is how hairless it is. Except for a cute little dark patch above, there's no hair to get in your teeth when you're sucking on his balls. Which you should try, Brenda. It's fun."

"I will!" Brenda shamelessly ran her hands over her inner thighs, which were soaked already in her own cum. Then her wetted hands flew to his crotch.

Xania raised an eyebrow and pretended to look alarmed as she watched Alan's erection get covered by both of Brenda's fists. Then those fists began sliding up and down, well-lubricated from Brenda's juices.

With both of her hands busy, Brenda dropped her head down below them and began sucking on Alan's balls, as Susan suggested.

Suzanne saw that Brenda was far too excited, so she clarified, "Brenda, that's nice, but I think Alan might enjoy that TOO much. You'd better stop the ball sucking for now and give him a very slow, relaxed stroking so he feels good but doesn't ejaculate. If you do it right, you can keep him on the edge for hours like we did for most of the day today. Around here we call it a stealth stroking. But the honors of who gets to actually get him off and drink his cum will hopefully be decided through dares in the game."

Brenda nodded. She had all of one of Alan's testicles in her mouth, but she withdrew and slowed her hands slowed down.

Suzanne looked on Brenda's stroking style approvingly, and then said to the group, "Oh. And one last thing. In deference to our new friend Xania, we don't want things to get too out of hand. So if anyone violates a game rule, then the game is immediately over for everyone. That means that when a dare is over, it's over. Not like Amy and Katherine who kept going on their kissing dare for half the evening last time. Plus, Alan has a lot of homework to do and we all have to get some sleep, so the game can only last a maximum of three hours, starting from now. I'm going to set an alarm for midnight so we don't forget. Oh yeah. And you'll all remember from last week that Brenda said she didn't want to do any lesbian stuff. She's very much changed her mind about that, haven't you, pet?"

Brenda meekly nodded as her hands started to get a good stroking rhythm on Alan's penis.

Knowing that Brenda got off on embarrassment, Suzanne reached over and pulled Brenda's flimsy top down some more to completely bare the breast nearest to her. Then she started to knead handfuls of tit-flesh. "You like it when women play with your body, don't you?"

Brenda blushed and groaned, obviously tremendously turned on. She closed her eyes and shamefully nodded.

Those who knew her from before were amazed all over again at the change in personality that had come over the formerly fiery woman.

Suzanne added as she played with Brenda's tit, "Yes, Brenda's quite new to it all, and we all know what a good kisser she is, but Susan and I can attest that she's already showing a lot of promise as a carpet muncher too."

Brenda shivered. She whispered, "Please." Between Suzanne's goading words and fondling, plus the joy of tending Alan's penis, her body was about to explode with joy and she couldn't take much more.

Suzanne pulled her hand away.

Susan asked Xania with some concern, "Xania, you don't mind our frank language, and all the jacking off and fondling that's going to take place?"

"Susan, thanks for asking, but I'm here to observe and learn. With my specialty in sex therapy, I'm more than fascinated. It's like this house has a culture of its own when it comes to sex, like an entirely different society. The rest of us may have something to learn from you all." She kept her face stern and serious. Then she continued, "Although, I am a bit surprised to see what Katherine is already wearing. Is that typical of your daily appearance?"

All eyes flew to Katherine. Her outfit at first hadn't appeared so remarkable, though it would have been extremely unusual in the outside world. An unusual white satin top covered her arms, the tops of her boobs (but not from just below the nipples downwards), and not much else. But what obviously caught Xania's eye was the skirt. It was so short that in the position Katherine was now sitting, the fact that she'd shaved her bush was completely apparent to all.

Suzanne answered, "That looks like approximately four items to me. There's no rule around here stating that one's cunt needs to be covered, and in fact more often than not we're flaunting our cunts for Alan. If that makes you uncomfortable, you should probably leave now."

Xania only responded by asking, "Have you always called it a cunt?"

Suzanne considered. "No. We used to call it a 'pussy' but I suppose we started using 'cunt' last week. It sounds better. Any more questions?"

"Sorry. I'll stop asking so much." She continued to furtively stare at Katherine's crotch.

Katherine raised her hand, and in fact turned a bit and spread her legs to expose more of her pussy.

Suzanne called on her.

The sexy teen said, "I have an idea. I suggest that Alan help take all our clothing off when the time comes. It'll be sexier that way. We walk over to where he's getting jacked off and present our tits or ass or whatever, and he undoes the straps or pulls the item off."

Alan liked that idea. One of his hands gave a thumbs up while the other ran through Brenda's short brunette hair.

But Xania objected. Posing as a prude, she complained, "I'm playing too. What if Alan tries groping me while he does that?"

Katherine replied flippantly, "Xania, shit happens. Are you going to try to be one of us and get done by the Romans, or what?" She deliberately said "get done by the Romans" instead of "do as the Romans."

Xania agreed with a reluctant nod, but complained, "Boy, you'd think this whole place revolves around sexually pleasing Alan at all hours of the day and night."

Amy happily replied, "It does!"

Susan, Suzanne, Katherine, and Brenda all nodded in serious agreement. Even the modest Alan couldn't disagree.

CHAPTER 7

The strip poker game got rolling, and played out much as it had the week before. The card rounds flew by as fast as possible, since everyone was eager to get naked, and there was a time limit to be aware of as well.

Xania seemed game to play, and played her cards ably. That meant her clothes started coming off. Her jacket was the first item of anyone's to go.

She also drank quite copiously. She could easily hold her alcohol, but she figured a perception of drunkenness could serve as a cover for when she later planned to "break down" and get more sexual.

She asked a lot of questions about activities in the Plummer house, and was honestly surprised at some of the answers. For instance, she could scarcely believe that a succession of females had really stroked Alan's penis most of the afternoon and evening. She couldn't talk much to Susan though, because Susan was feeling extremely playful and liked to respond to all questions with one "moo" for a yes and two "moo's" for a no.

It wasn't long before things began to get interesting. Brenda naturally was the first to lose her top, since she had nothing to lose but that and her panties. Once her top was gone, it seemed she focused more of her attention on pressing her tits into Alan and jacking him off than paying attention to her cards.

Brenda didn't do a proper job of tending Alan's penis, because she couldn't help but pleasure him far too enthusiastically, and she was concentrating on his penis to the exclusion of the game. Had it not been for the fact that winning would allow her to take off her panties, she wouldn't have bothered with her cards at all. Everyone was excited, but she clearly was the most excited of the bunch.

The females wanted to expose their boobs to the tit-fanatic Alan as soon as possible, and it wasn't that hard to do since none of them were wearing a bra. Before long, Katherine, Suzanne, and Brenda were topless.

Then Xania won again. She shocked everyone but Alan and Susan when she took her blouse off and revealed her bare E-cup chest. Acting casual, she said, "Hey, I'm just doing as the Romans. When I came in, Susan asked me to follow the house rules and remove my underwear, so I did."

Brenda could feel Alan's already hard erection grow even harder as he stared at Xania's chest. As she stroked him, she whispered in his ear, "That's a nice pair, isn't it? I'm sure you'll be fondling them before long, but in the meantime do you want to play with mine? They're even bigger."

Alan gave Brenda's left boob a quick squeeze, but then whispered to her, "Can't. Sorry. Rules."

Despite the growing nakedness, everyone all played the game quite seriously. Virtually all of them were strong natural competitors, and there was a great desire to win just to be number one. Suzanne in particular played the game seriously and occasionally got annoyed when things would get so sexual that the game would stop.

Brenda then won another hand, and she elected to have the cum taken off of her face, since she'd been told that was an item. She considered letting Susan or Suzanne do the licking honors, and ultimately went with Suzanne since she was strongly attracted to Suzanne's more commanding manner. Suzanne lovingly licked her clean while the game continued.

The others looked to Xania for a reaction, and Xania convincingly made appalled and agitated faces while nonetheless closely watching Suzanne lick and swallow.

A few more rounds passed with more clothing removed. After Brenda was down to just her (incredibly soaked) panties, she sat in Alan's lap and experimented with rubbing more of her body against him. No one seemed to mind, so before long she was rubbing her breasts everywhere against him. When there were still no objections, she pulled her panties to the side to expose her pussy then began sliding her juicy pussy all over his bare legs.

Alan then won a hand, which for him always meant a dare. His first goal was to replace Brenda's hands on his penis with someone else's, due to her over-enthusiasm. He announced, "Okay, Xania, it's time for a dare, and you're gonna learn first hand what one is. The winner gets to pick an activity for someone else to do. So I'm going to ask for you to stroke my cock." He moved Brenda's hands away so he could have a strategic break.

Xania convincingly blushed and pretended indignation. "But... But that's not just strip poker! That's practically sex. You don't really expect me to do that, do you?"

Alan replied, "Brenda was just doing it. As we explained, everyone else was doing it before the game. If you want to 'do like the Romans' around this house, you've got to do it too. Shouldn't the game rules be the same for you as everyone else?"

"Well, I don't know!" Xania looked flustered. But then she gave in. "Okay, fine. I should have known what I was getting into when I came here and agreed to the rules. But really, this is the limit. What do I have to do?"

Alan commanded, "Come here and wrap those lovely long fingers around my cock. Then stroke slowly. Brenda already got it quite wet, so your hands should glide quite nicely. Think you can handle that?"

"Of course I can! It's not like I'm a prude. Geez. Now please just tell me how I do this jacking off thing?" Xania was really hamming up the innocent angle while maintaining her stern appearance.

Even Suzanne was puzzled by where Xania was going with her act, though she knew Xania had to be acting for some reason.

Brenda placed Xania's hands where hers had been and explained what to do. "First, hold it in your hand lovingly. Cradle it with care and tenderness, like you're holding a new born baby. Don't get too frantic though, because we need to keep his erection going. Just stroke it lightly, like you're petting a cat. I like to keep a couple of fingers pressing against his most sensitive spot just underneath the penis head at all times. ... There. Yes. Good. Then the other hand is free to roam. You can play with his balls, too."

Everyone watched and nodded approvingly as Xania seemed to be getting the hang of it. Brenda then suddenly pulled Xania's skirt down her legs until it was below her knees. Xania's hairy bush came into full view.

"What's that for?!" Xania asked as she tried to pull her skirt back up, but Brenda kept a hold of it and forced it down.

Brenda explained, "As penis tender, don't feel like you have to limit yourself to just his penis. You need to stimulate him all over. A big part of the job is rubbing your tits up against him at every opportunity, so get closer." She nudged Xania into Alan so one of his arms was practically encased in tit.

Xania played along and began rhythmically stroking her chest into his. But she asked, "What's that got to do with my skirt being pulled off?"

Brenda said, "Your skirt isn't off, you're just wearing it more loosely." She looked to Suzanne for confirmation. "Am I right?"

After Suzanne nodded, Brenda went on, sharing the techniques she'd just started to employ on Alan. "As penis tender, you have to use your whole body. Don't feel like you have to sit next to him exclusively. I like to sit on one of his legs and slide up and down it, rubbing my cunt juices all over the top of his knee. Be creative, but just don't get so outrageous that you make him cum."

Xania looked around like everyone was insane, especially Brenda. "I can't believe I'm doing this, but I agreed to follow the rules. So I'll try." She sat next to Alan and jacked him off while pressing her tits into his arm and even his chest.

But Brenda was demanding and not satisfied. "Xania, I understand you're new here, but penis tender is an EXTREMELY important job! You're not giving it your all."

"What?" Xania complained. "I've already gone way over the line of a simple handjob. Look. I'm buck naked and basically making love to him with my entire body. I have no idea how I can continue to play cards like this. What more do you want?!"

"More cunt!" Brenda insisted. "Here, place your cunt on his knee. Like that, yes." Brenda was helping to reposition her. "Now, you see I've got the top of both legs all slicked up with my pussy juices. Straddling his leg like that, slide your cunt all the way up his leg until you reach his opened shorts. And then back."

Xania, pretending consternation, began doing that while continuing to stroke his erection. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she complained to no one in particular. Then looking around, she said testily, "What? What are you all looking at? Does everyone have to stare? I'm just trying to be a good guest."

Alan, huffing and puffing with excitement while squeezing his PC muscle, said between breaths, "The effort... is appreciated. ... Very much so."

After Brenda was forced to stop rubbing Alan, she took to masturbating herself while watching Xania. She suddenly acted like the penis tender expert and gave frequent advice to Xania on how to stimulate Alan even better.

One of the rules from the first week was no fingers in pussies until game dares dictated that, but Brenda satisfied herself well enough by repeatedly pulling up on her own panties. They were completely soaked through, so she was the constant source of squishy sounds.

Alan found it a bit unnerving that most of the time Brenda was stared at him intently and adoringly, making him too self-conscious to look her in the face for long. Luckily, it wasn't her face that he was most interested in looking at anyway. Between gawking at Brenda's tits and Xania's body fuck, Alan was nearly delirious with arousal. He was finally forced to call a break to the game so he could have another strategic break.

Xania hopped off of Alan, pretending great relief in stopping. She joined all the other women helping themselves to snacks and drinks in the kitchen.

Alan, though, just remained sitting, catching his breath and trying to think unarousing thoughts so his penis could have a break from its near constant stiff state. Knowing all the women in the kitchen and exactly what they looked like, he failed to calm down.

The game resumed. But Alan, still on a hair-line trigger to keep from cumming, knew things had to change if he was going to last for the whole game. He asked Xania to calm down her penis tending to very mild penis stroking instead of all out body rubbing.

She did.

But that didn't help his overwhelming urge to cum very much, thanks to one of the earlier rule changes. Every few minutes, another woman would walk up to Alan and present him with a side of their body so he could remove their clothes. Since there were so few items of clothes to begin with, he dealt almost entirely with asses, pussies, and tits. After taking off each item of clothing, he'd spend a long time fondling. As the women weren't allowed to finger themselves, they were extremely grateful for his touch, and he generally set them off like firecrackers.

Meanwhile, for the longest time Alan had been obeying the rule that one couldn't touch another unless the card hands allowed it. Mostly, he did this for fear that too much groping would cause him to go over the edge. But then Susan won a dare and dared Alan to fondle Xania's breasts.

Alan continued playing the card game, with one hand holding his cards and his other hand groping Xania's E-cups. What made things extra fun for him was the way she protested, with almost, but not quite, over-the-top comments like, "Well, I never!" "How dare you!" "Don't take advantage of a drunk woman," and "Stop that right now!" Even her grunts and moans were extra sexy because of the way she made it sound like she was being violated against her will. Both she and Alan shared a secret, and keeping the secret made it all that much more fun.

Once Alan started fondling Xania's tits, his hands began venturing all over her body except when another woman was presented to him for more clothing removal. He spent much of his time fingering her clit or pussy.

Xania continued to protest, saying things like, "Won't your raging hormones ever calm down?" "Haven't you had enough of me?" "No! Please, I beg, no more clit!" and "There? Touch me anywhere but there! Don't put your fingers inside me!"

She also made comments that sounded more like psychological advice, such as, "Susan, I think you're far too permissive. You're giving Alan a complete run of the place, and of your bodies. And now my body! It's like I've become some kind of sexual plaything for- Oh!" The "oh" was because Alan chose that moment to stick a finger up Xania's ass. She responded to that with, "I'm afraid Alan has an anal fixation." He put his fingers in Xania's mouth, and she exclaimed, "He has an oral fixation, too!" Then he put his fingers back up her pussy, and she cried out even more desperately, "And he especially has a cuntal fixation!"

The new word "cuntal" got a lot of laughs. The other women, even Brenda, took Xania's "suffering" in stride because they'd all been in her shoes already.

Alan soon won his second dare. He announced, "This is going to be an unusual dare. Sis, I order you to do whatever you'd like to Mom's tits, and keep doing it. The unusual part is that you can't stop. If you have to stop for whatever reason, which I imagine will be when you have to get up to change or to perform another dare, you have to assign someone else to take over. Just as I have various girls acting as penis tenders all night, Mom is going to have a tit tender."

Needless to say, Susan was delighted. She knew this was the fulfillment of Alan's promise earlier in the evening to "punish" her by having her passed around to all the other women.

Katherine got right on her task, and began licking and sucking. Unlike Alan's penis tending, there was no reason to go slow or hold back, so Susan's extremely sensitive tits got her very aroused very quickly.

Xania pointed out as Katherine began, "Susan, I recall reading that one could induce lactation by prolonged stimulation of the nipples. Yours are going to be stimulated for hours. I should warn you that if you do this night after night, you're liable to lactate."

Susan already knew that, and had been secretly hoping that would happen sooner or later. She said, "Xania, you don't have to warn me. I'd love it! My only concern is if Alan wants it." She looked significantly at her son.

All Alan said was, "Sis, you heard my dare. Please go to it." He turned and smiled at Susan.

Susan appeared about to burst, unable to deal with his enigmatic response.

So he clarified, "Mom, what son wouldn't love to get a glass of mother's milk straight from the source? That said, it sounds like a ton of fun in the short term, but it could be difficult in the long term. We've got to talk about what you want exactly and how feasible it is, but right now we have a game to play. Okay?"

Susan got up, crossed the room, and gave him a big hug. "Oh, Alan! You're open to the idea!" She went back to Katherine and dramatically presented her tits by thrusting them out at her. "Come on, Angel, let's get started. Really give those nipples a good work out!" For the rest of the evening she acted as if she expected to start lactating at any moment.

Xania meanwhile continued with her penis tending. After a while she thought to herself, This penis tending is for the birds. I've been stroking and stroking until my hands are ready to fall off, and what do I have to show for it? Nothing. I have to admit that I've never enjoyed a mere handjob so much, but I want some of that sweet cum. Alan's so close - I just need to do a little more to push him over the edge.

She began rubbing her body all over his again. But now both of them were completely naked so there was a lot more skin to skin contact. She tried every trick she could thick of to get him to cum.

All the while, she pretended she was reluctant. Without the unfashionable glasses, she looked like the soft core porn actress that she was. With them, no matter what she was doing, she looked like the unknowingly sexy but heavily repressed librarian type. She reminded herself that all she had to do was keep frowning instead of smiling, and the others would still think that she was unwillingly suffering through the experience.

But even Alan's great stamina had limits. Xania was convinced he would blow at any second. She stroked faster and faster.

However, Alan sensed the same thing. He suddenly stood up and lurched his way across the room, looking like someone just kneed him in the balls. "Break time!" he gasped.

There was a collective groan from everyone else in the room, but the women got up and went to the kitchen for more drinks. Alan eventually recovered enough to get a drink for himself as well.

Only Xania was left in her seat, stewing in frustration. Damn! Double damn! I was so close! How many of these god-damned breaks can he take?! Can he last all night with one erection? What happened to the six times a day? I want my times out of those!

CHAPTER 8

After ten minutes, the game resumed. Xania resumed her penis tending, but at a more languid pace. She gave up trying to make him cum since he was nowhere near an orgasmic fever pitch after the long break.

Alan had calmed down enough to fully engage in the game again. As a result, he got on a winning streak. For his second dare, he ordered Brenda to stuff a vibrator up his mother's pussy, just to make sure that Susan wouldn't call the game off for any reason, like she did the week before.

Brenda was a quick learner. She had Susan hold her butt up as Suzanne made her do the week before, and she then took a long time pushing the dildo in and out and rubbing her hands all over Susan's butt and crotch before finally announcing the insertion job was done. She faced a lot of jokes from all the others about her opposition to lesbianism, as it was clear now that she was getting into girl on girl action as much as anybody. There was also quite a lot of cowbell ringing, and it kept going from the moment Susan had the vibrator to contend with.

Suzanne called for the game to continue, but Brenda didn't hear the call. She was having too much fun continually plowing the dildo in and out of Susan's pussy. Suzanne repeated in a firm tone, "Brenda, the game. Can you hear me? Come back to the game, now."

"Yes, Anna." Brenda muttered. She finally stopped moving the dildo and turned back to the table.

"Who's Anna?" Suzanne asked.

Brenda got very red. "Sorry. Um, that's my mother's name."

Suzanne thought for a moment. "Brenda, is your mother cute and big-titted like you are?"

Brenda blushed even more and placed a hand on her pussy lips. It seemed that even the mention of her mother was making her incredibly aroused. "Yes, she is. She was. She passed away when I was a teenager." As soon as she got back to the table she began frigging herself, imagining the others couldn't tell because her hands were below the table edge. But everyone could easily figure it out from her arm motions.

A light bulb went off in Suzanne's head. She spoke her thoughts. "Hmm. I think I understand now why you said you disliked lesbianism so much but actually enjoy it so much. And why you're attracted to other big-titted women like Susan and me. And one reason why the idea of incest with your son turns you on so much. It all fits!"

Xania was fascinated, and followed up on the idea with Brenda. "You have an intense, unrequited lust for your mother. It was buried deep down, but now it's all coming out. You see Susan and Suzanne as mother replacements. Now you see that you can fulfill your mother fantasies, don't you? Isn't that right?"

"Yes!" Brenda cried out confessionally. Her hand meanwhile was working on her clit and pussy like never before. "It's true!"

Xania continued calmly, in complete contrast to Brenda's desperate gasps. "But why your intense feelings for Alan?"

Brenda gasped, "My mother... She... She... She was strict. Control... Controlling... Dom... Do-Dominating... Headed family... And Adrian..."

Suzanne took up the idea. "So. You see Alan as the head of this family, and want him to dominate you?"

Brenda nodded frantically while attacking her privates.

Suzanne added, "And it seems her feelings for her own son Adrian are tied up with Alan somehow. Is that right?" Brenda was too involved in an impeding orgasm to coherently answer, but Suzanne thought the frantic wobbling of Brenda's head was an attempt at a nod. "Xania, when we first met her Brenda had completely repressed all this, and even denied being attracted to women in the slightest degree. Now it's all come exploding out of her in the past couple card games. No wonder her feelings are so intense."

Xania calmly agreed while slowly fondling Alan's erection. "I'd guess no one in her adult life ever tried to sexually dominate her and release all these buried feelings. Alan, it seems the more you push her around, the more she's going to lust after you."

Alan rolled his eyes. "Oh great. Brenda even hornier than she is now. Is such a thing possible? As it is, all she ever does is shake and leak and scream."

It seemed like Brenda was trying her best to prove his point. Everyone watched while Brenda threw back her head and came with a tremendously loud scream. Only after she recovered was the game able to continue.

Alan won the next round and chose to give a vibrator to Suzanne. He said, "Get on all fours Suzanne, and then spread your legs as wide as they can go. Brenda, I want you to get behind Suzanne, and push a dildo into her. But first prepare the way with your tongue."

Brenda loved doing anything to Suzanne. She took her time preparing the way, sticking her tongue far up Suzanne's vagina, and then "accidentally" put the dildo in the wrong hole up her butt a few times before cleaning it off with a wet washcloth and driving it deep into Suzanne's pussy.

Suzanne used to be a cheerleader and gymnast, and she could spread her legs about as wide as legs could possibly go. In fact, she flaunted her flexibility and raised and lowered her ass in her extended position as if doing push-ups.

The sight of Suzanne with her legs spread so amazingly wide and Brenda rubbing her tits all over Suzanne's ass was too much for Alan (Brenda knew how much everyone loved her tits, and now rubbed them against just about anyone or anything nearby). He'd been holding back all evening, but he didn't feeling like fighting the urge to climax any more.

Alan felt his balls tightening and his cum boiling to escape. He announced to Xania, "Suck it!"

Xania protested, "That's not part of the rules!" While her protest about the rules was faked, her surprise was genuine. She was still stunned from him cumming now and not earlier when he seemed so much more worked up.

But Alan forcefully replied, "It is now," and shoved her head down onto his penis.

In fact, Xania wanted nothing more than to blow him, and Alan knew that or he wouldn't have acted so roughly. Once she got near the penis head, she eagerly closed the distance and started to suck with a passion.

Alan gave a sheepish shrug, as if to say to the others "I couldn't help myself," but the others saw the eager way Xania gobbled up his penis and needed no explanation. They'd been filled with that same cocksucking need many times before.

In fact, everyone was so excited by Alan's "It is now" aggressiveness that the "no masturbating one's own pussy" rule suddenly flew out the window. Most all of the females were close to climax already from the building excitement all evening long, and now that they started to touch themselves, the entire room exploded with one screaming orgasm after another. There was so much screaming that one could hardly hear Susan's cowbell wildly ringing above it all.

Brenda was the loudest, and even out screamed Amy. She arched backwards and shook her tits for all they were worth while she pulled on her clit. Her tits bounced in every direction like a stacked, naked jogger going on a brisk run.

Xania, too, let loose with a great climax, just as she felt Alan's cum hit the back of her throat. She too was amazed at how arousing Alan's forcefulness was. She'd been with many aggressive men, but this was different. They were all arrogant assholes, whereas Alan was the epitome of kindness, so his rough behavior was ten times more shocking and arousing.

She had a multiple orgasm the likes of which she had rarely experienced, despite her vast number of sexual encounters over the years with men and women. She couldn't believe she'd had any kind of orgasm merely from a blowjob, but she figured the cumulative sexiness of the whole group and all their activities had a lot to do with it.

When she pulled back and opened her eyes, she found that Alan had taken his penis out of her mouth halfway through his climax. But she was so far gone from the climax that hit her all over, especially in her pussy that she hadn't even noticed.

Alan did it because he felt like he was "in the zone" and wanted to show everyone just how big his loads were lately.