The sight of Suzanne struggling to get her clothes over her head and the inevitable tit jiggling that followed took Alan's breath away. Suzanne had a way of doing everything sexily, and loved to ham things up. She prolonged the taking off of clothes for Alan's benefit and made it look like she had an intense orgasm in the process.

Alan thought, I've lost count of how many times I've stopped breathing in sheer awe tonight, and I've only been sitting here a short while. This has got to be the greatest five sets of tits ever put together in one place. I swear to God!

After Suzanne did that, Brenda commented, "You're completely naked now, Suzanne. Does that mean the game is over?"

"Of course not, unless we all want it to. Does anyone want it to end?" A long pause indicated no takers to that idea.

Ever since Alan had arrived, Brenda had protested so much that she felt obliged to say something. "I suppose I can't quit now and ruin the game for everybody." That was a pretty feeble excuse, and in fact she was the most eager out of all of them. But she had her pride. She covered up the ensuing awkward silence by asking Suzanne, "So what happens if you lose again?"

"The usual rules," the pale beauty replied, as if those were obvious to everyone. "If all of the clothes are gone, the person with the highest hand gets to pick a dare for the person with the lowest hand to do. The winner can't be part of the dare in any way. Didn't you ever play strip poker when you were younger?"

"No. I got busty at a young age and kept growing, so my parents kept me on a very tight leash." Brenda was wistfully disappointed at all the fun she'd missed out on.

Katherine said mischievously, "Your parents kept you on a tight leash, eh? Mom, did you hear that? Sounds like an excellent suggestion to me. Now you know what I want for my birthday – a tight leash so I can be ordered around naked on all fours. And my birthday is next week!"

Susan chastised her daughter. "All right, Angel, I think that's quite enough joking." To the group, she asked, "Are you all sure we should keep this game going, after comments like that?"

"That's what your boundaries are for, Susan," Suzanne pointed out. "We all respect your boundaries. Are you willing to respect them too, Brenda?"

"Of course." Brenda wanted to keep the game going so she could get Alan to fall under her spell, not to mention the fact that she was having so much fun. Alan was obviously attracted to her, but she was frustrated that he wasn't complete putty in her hands like most men who crossed her path. Once a man started to grovel, she would lose all interest. She loved a challenge and was irritated at the competition of the other four women in the room. It's tough competition for once, admittedly, but I've got the hottest body here. I'm going to prove it by getting him to admit it. I'll show everybody. It's obvious that he loves tits, so he's gonna love me the best.

Suzanne said, "Okay then, let's continue. Unless you don't want to, Susan?"

Susan was silent and briefly blushed. Despite her protestations, her pussy was pulsing. Her mouth could complain all she wanted to, but her pussy wasn't going to let the game end. Suzanne pressed on and dealt the next hand.

Brenda lost that hand, and slid what remained of her outfit down past her knees. That revealed a pussy leaking like an open faucet. She realized that she hadn't felt so horny in ages, if there was anything in her life to compare to it at all. Her marriage had turned sour a few years back, which led to her upcoming divorce, and she'd rarely had any erotic experiences in the last couple years.

Katherine had Brenda in her jealous sights, and teased her a bit. "Hey Brenda, did someone spill a pitcher of water in your lap? I thought that you said you weren't turned on, and that you were just humoring us to keep playing."

Brenda bit her lip. She was at a loss for words. Finally, she muttered, very quietly, "It's not how it looks..."

Amy lost the next round, and bunched her dress up around her stomach, to expose her pussy, just as Suzanne and Brenda already had to do.

Because of the table, Alan usually couldn't see what was being shown off down below, unless the person sat next to him. So he asked Amy, "Aims, can you stand up so I can see what you've got there? We have to be sure that you've taken it off all the way."

"M'kay!" she unsurprisingly answered. She held her dress up above her belly button while she swayed her hips back and forth to better show off her bald pussy. As she did, she proudly announced, "Alan is my boyfriend!" even though the others all knew this already.

Then Susan lost the next hand and had to make the same display. Then Brenda lost again and had to take her outfit off of her body altogether. She had to stand there for a while as the others all discussed and complimented her pussy. She was nervous because she was now eligible for a dare if she lost again.

All the women except Brenda were talkative. They made jokes and lewd comments about all the nakedness. For instance, when Susan had to expose her pussy, Suzanne said, "I think that's a very cute pussy you have there. What do you think, Sweetie? Do you like your mother's pussy?" Alan tried to remain silent in situations like this, figuring that was safest. He just nodded, which caused an inordinately happy reaction from Susan.

Brenda refrained from talking because most of it was women making sexual comments and compliments to each other. But Brenda felt very uncomfortable with anything smacking of lesbianism and didn't even appreciate all the comments about her looks, especially the ones about how nice her pussy looked, unless the comment came from Alan. And Alan hardly said a word about anything. It was as if he was afraid that if he said the wrong word the whole magical, fantastic event would come to an end.

Meanwhile, Katherine hadn't lost a hand in a long time. She still was merely topless. That frustrated her so much that she complained, "No fair! Brenda, you're losing far too much lately. Let some of us lose on occasion too." Everyone laughed at that, but by now Brenda had also gotten wise that losing was better if she wanted to prove herself to be the sexiest woman in the room. Only Alan still tried to win. As a result, he was winning virtually every hand, and it was rare if any of the women even had a matching pair of cards.

Amy lost the next hand, which left her totally naked. Then Suzanne lost. Since she was completely naked already, she asked Alan as she posed seductively for him standing up with her arms held up high, "Okay Sweetie, it's time for the first dare. What can I do for you?"

Alan's answer was very clever. "I want you to put a vibrator in Brenda. One of the throbbing and rotating types." He realized that it was important to get Brenda to fall further into debauchery, and a dildo up her pussy would help speed that along.

"We don't do anything that people don't want to do," Suzanne said to Brenda. "Does that sound acceptable to you?"

"I guess so. Assuming it's within Susan's rules." She smugly thought, Alan picked me. He's falling for me already, heh-heh.

"It is," Suzanne said authoritatively. "Katherine, please get the vibrator from my purse. You know the one Alan is referring to." Katherine ran off, and meanwhile Suzanne said to Brenda, "Now turn over and let's see your ass. Stick it high up in the air so Alan can clearly see the vibrator go in, doggy style. Alan is our judge and he has to verify that the dare is completed."

Brenda did as she was told, getting on all fours with her firm, round ass pointing toward Alan, and then said, "I can't believe I'm doing this. But no lesbian stuff, all right? I'm really not into that."

"Don't worry, no lesbian stuff," Suzanne said confidently, even as she ran her hands all over Brenda's lovely ass. "Unless of course that's what the winner of the hand wants. We can't stop that. But hopefully no one will ask for that with you."

Katherine returned with the dildo by this time and handed it over to Suzanne. Suzanne slowly and sensually stuck it into Brenda's sopping pussy, at first only a little, then out some, then further in, then out, and back and forth in this fashion until it was all the way in. Her hands continued to rub over Brenda's ass in the meantime, but she resisted doing what she really wanted to do, which was to grope at Brenda's big tits. She could see Brenda falling down a metaphorical slippery slope and knew she'd have ample opportunity to climb Brenda's very real twin mountains later if she kept her patience.

Eventually Suzanne asked Alan, "So would you say the dildo is in yet?"

Brenda looked at him and panted, "It's in! It's in! Alan, please say it is in!" Her eyes were glazed with lust and her hips rotated at the sensations she felt deep within her inner walls, but she stayed where she was, ass high up in the air, while she stared at Alan with a mix of desire and desperation.

He hemmed and hawed. Then he joked, "I'm not sure. As President Clinton once said, 'it depends on what the definition of "is" is.'" Brenda moaned in frustration; the political reference went right over her head.

Suzanne, teasing Brenda some more, said, "I think it's in, Sweetie. Look. I'm pushing it aaaaallllll the way in, and then aaaaaallllll the way out. And then again. Aaaaaallll the way in, and aaaaaallll the way out. I don't think it can go in any further. Look. I can barely keep my fingertips on it."

"Okay. I guess. If you say so. Brenda, the dare didn't say anything about taking the dildo back out, so you've gotta keep it in there."

"God!" Brenda shrieked, a lusty smile on her face as her thighs began to tremble like an impending earthquake. "NO!"

Suzanne let go of the dildo, but left it inside Brenda. The super-stacked woman fell to the ground as she writhed in submission to her lusty urges. Brenda had no idea why she was so unusually horny all of the sudden and wanted to remain in control. But her body wouldn't listen to her mind. Everyone stared at her as she let herself go completely.

Brenda's huge and bouncy tits were highly entertaining and arousing for everyone, as were her verbal protests. Brenda was a highly vocal woman when aroused. As she bucked her hips off the floor like she was trying to fuck the dildo harder, she cried out a steady stream of words and panted, "NO! God no! Someone please, make it stop! It's too good! So fucking good! Lord God, help me! Please! I'm dying of pleasure! Fuck! Alan! Don't look! No, Alan, no! This is so embarrassing. I'm going to cum in front of all of you! Fuck. Why did I, did I agree, to do this? Why? Oh no! Oh no! No! Fuck me! I'm cumming! YES! Aaaiiieee!"

This was just one sample of what she said as she reached one climax. She was wracked by a series of orgasms that just kept going and going. She babbled indecently as they hit her one by one, starting at Alan with a pained, lustful expression on her face.

It was torture for Alan to watch this without getting stroked. Katherine, who sat next to him, saw his anguish and dropped a hand into his lap since everyone's attention was on Brenda. Some light rubbing through his shorts was almost enough to send him off, given what he saw before him.

But right as he was ready to go in his shorts, Suzanne had mercy on Brenda and called time. She announced the game would resume. All eyes returned to the table and Katherine had to take her hand away when Alan needed help the most.

Brenda couldn't even get back to the table; her body still shuddered and wriggled on the floor. The vibrator still worked within her, and it seemed she could go all evening, climax after climax. Suzanne clarified, "Brenda, Alan's dare only talked about putting the vibrator in. He said nothing about taking it out. So you're going to have to keep it in there until and unless someone rescues you with another dare. For instance, a dare that would replace it with something else. But if you like, you can turn the settings down."

"Oh, thank you, Suzanne, thank you! Ohmigod. Ohmigod." She flicked it to the low setting and recovered enough to sit back at the table and return to the game. But now she had a glassy look in her eyes. The setting was just enough to keep her close to orgasm, especially as she kept rocking back and forth as if trying to rub herself into satisfaction, but it wasn't quite enough to get her there. There was no way she would protest about anything getting too sexual any more.

CHAPTER 4

Katherine lost the next two hands and was very happy about it. She still had her top hanging around her waist, but elected to expose first her pussy and then her ass. Now she had both her top and her skirt hanging off of her loosely, which left nothing covered. Alan lost the next hand, the first time he'd lost. He merely took off a sock, to the frustrated groans of everyone else in the room. He lightly teased as he tossed the sock aside, "Maybe, I'm a little bit overdressed, hunh?"

All the females agreed with furious nods of their heads. That both amused and aroused him.

Susan lost the next hand and had to take off the last of her clothes. Then she lost another hand, and Katherine had the highest hand. So Katherine had the right to order Susan on a dare, and said, "Alan's penis must be in great pain after so much excellent visual stimulation. Mom, I order you to jack him off, but not too quickly. Keep rubbing his penis while we play."

Susan eagerly leapt up, smiling as if there had just been an announcement that she'd won the lottery. Her tender hands went to work.

The Brenda from earlier in the evening would have protested or even walked out. But now Brenda just stared in total fascination at the sight of the mother jacking off the son, and again thought wicked thoughts of doing that to her own son. She licked her lips lewdly and repeatedly. She grabbed her clit and began a particularly intense orgasm, greatly helped by the vibrator that still gyrated and hummed quietly inside of her.

The other women looked on at Brenda with envy and wished that they too had big dildos throbbing inside of their fuck holes. But everyone restrained themselves from any personal touching not ordered in the game and desperately wished for the game to hurry up so that they too could get off.

Susan stroked Alan far too vigorously for him to last long. He said, "Mom, could you please slow it down a lot?" She did, but he couldn't resist saying to her, "Anyways, Mom, what about the reservations you had this morning about this kind of thing?"

"Mommy can't think right now," Susan said and then blushed when she realized she'd called herself "Mommy" in front of Brenda (not that Brenda particularly cared at this point - she was completely lost in her own erotic reveries). "I'm sure that once I'm able to think again, those reservations will come back, but right now I see no problem in just enjoying the moment, if we can respect the boundaries."

Susan huffed and puffed heavily as she said this. Seeing her resistance crumble and her chest heave, Alan reached out and grabbed one of his mother's tits. But to his surprise, Suzanne said, "Tut-tut. I don't know about Susan's boundaries, but that's against the game rules. No touching unless a dare allows it."

So Alan withdrew the hand, to Susan's vocal disappointment. He wondered if Suzanne's adherence to the rules could be a sign of jealousy.

They went back to the game. Alan won the next hand and Amy lost it. She needed a dare, so he said, "Little Stuffable Sister, since you're so frustrated at never losing, I order Amy to French kiss you and fondle you all over except in your love box. That'll make you feel better. You have to keep your hands still, though. Brenda, you don't mind something lesbian if it doesn't involve you, do you?"

"No, I'm okay with that." With the vibrator pounding her relentlessly, she was ready for just about anything by this point, as long as it was sexual. In fact, she had to repeatedly grasp the edge of the table as her body swooned from too much pleasure. The puddle of pussy juice which had accumulated beneath her ass now resembled a small pond.

Katherine and Amy locked lips and stayed that way for several minutes. Amy's hands roamed passionately all over Katherine, as if she had discovered her friend's body for the first time. Like everyone else, she was greatly aroused by Brenda. Katherine asked, as if talking to a child, "Now, who's tits are you pinching, Amy?"

"Umm, those are Alan's tits," Amy replied. "All of our tits, cunts, and bodies are Alan's now, right?"

"Very good. They are, except maybe for Brenda's. Not yet with her, right, Brenda?"

Brenda was so overwhelmed by such a thought that she nearly fell out of her chair. Crying, "Sweet Jesus!" she came in a tremendous climax that sent her cards spilling onto the floor. She couldn't believe that she had had multiple orgasms, her naked, voluptuous body violently climaxing in front of four others.

With Susan on Alan's penis, a dildo pounding into Brenda, and Amy and Katherine occupied with each other, no one was in any hurry to continue the game any more. No one but Suzanne, that is, who was left out of all the fun. Suzanne was also a bit miffed at Katherine's words - she certainly didn't consider her body "owned" by Alan. It was she who finally got the next hand of cards going.

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

Alan lost the next hand and had to take off his other sock. Everyone groaned again that his shorts and shirt still remained (though of course his best asset, his penis was exposed and covered with hands). Brenda acted as if she was a spectator in some kind of Chippendale's show and shouted, "Take it off! Take it all off!"

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

Brenda couldn't help but comment about that either. "Susan, that's so hot. Everything here is so hot! I'm burning up. I'm dying! What is with this house? So sexual. Everything. How many minutes have you been jacking your son off, Susan? Your son! Won't he ever shoot his load? Oh my God - I can't get over that he's your son!"

Susan calmly smiled. "Now you can see what we mean when we say he's an insatiable sex machine. My son just never gives up his mouthwateringly delicious cum easily. You have to earn it. It's hard work and can tire out your hand or jaw. And it never stops. Once he's done, he's hard again almost instantly. It's like having a permanently hard cock slapping you in the face twenty-four hours a day. It's a good thing there's four of us in this house to help out, because there's no way any one woman can satisfy him." She beamed with pride at her son's sexual prowess.

Amy was also very proud and couldn't help but say, yet again, "Brenda, did you know that I'm his official girlfriend? It's official!" It was a rather funny thing to say given that Alan was being stroked by his mother and Amy was in the middle of licking Katherine's neck and pulling on her nipples. But in Amy's mind, she was now tightly bound to Alan and nothing else really mattered.

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

"Oh, I'm his pussy, too!" She smiled a happy and proud grin. "One of his pussies, that is."

Brenda was tremendously impressed by all this and openly ached for Alan's penis to replace the vibrator that was causing her to nearly shake right out of her seat. She realized her attempt to overwhelm Alan with her beauty was crumbling. She mumbled, "Alan. Pussies. These pussies. Owned. Pussies. Cunts. ... Alan! By Alan!" In a last ditch effort to beat him, she managed to ask as she writhed, "Alan, who's the most beautiful woman here?"

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

That got "Awww" sighs of happiness from everyone but Brenda, as they all thought of how long they'd known Alan and their good times together. Each of them felt as if Alan spoke directly to them and only them. Brenda, however, realized she was beaten and that he wasn't overwhelmed by her beauty like all the other men she'd known. But losing was never so good. She was having even more orgasms, and the best time of her life.

Katherine won the next hand and Brenda lost it. Katherine said, "Alan, I think it's time you teach Brenda that little back door trick that Akami showed you." Katherine saw Susan frown, so to appease her she added, "But that's it. Don't take your hands off of her ass."

Needless to say, Alan was delighted. Alan had been incredibly turned on by the impossibly proportioned visitor, but hadn't really had a chance to touch her. Brenda pulled herself together enough to move over to a couch. Still panting breathlessly, she bent down low and raised her ass up high, her immense breasts hanging so low they scraped the fabric of the sofa. She babbled semi-coherently and rapidly, "Alan, my ass. My ass. That's my ass. Do it to my ass. Yes! You're gonna... Gonna fuck my ass! So hard. So hard. So big. Big. Up the ass. Asshole. My asshole. Alan. Fuck stud. Sex machine. He's gonna... My ass. Gonna do my ass..."

That was all before he even touched her. He rubbed her ass gently all over, and she switched to high-pitched breathy moaning. Then, without any warning, he plunged a finger deep into her anus. She cried out earsplitting screams of ecstasy. The others had to cover their ears as she went on and on. Alan could only wonder what noises she'd make during actual sex.

Alan sawed his finger in and out of Brenda's butt for as long as he was allowed. She'd never experienced anal penetration before and was overwhelmed with what was, to her, a delightful mixture of pleasure and pain. With Alan's other hand he made the most of his opportunity to explore her butt. He kneaded it over and over like a baker making bread.

The others grew jealous. Suzanne was increasingly unhappy to hear things like her daughter proclaim herself as an owned pussy, but she was too horny to really put her foot down. She made a note to talk about it with Amy in private, later.

Susan was chomping at the bit, pained by the fact that Alan's penis was out of her reach. She finally used her position of authority to demand the game go on. Alan made to go back to where he sat, but Brenda still moaned as he left, "Wait! Suzanne said that you're not allowed to take your hands off of my ass. You have to obey the dare! Keep them there!"

The remarkable thing was that Brenda was coherent enough to string these thoughts and words together. But her interpretation of the rules was to no avail. It was probably just as well that Alan stopped, because she fell down onto the couch behind her as if she was about to die of pleasure. She writhed around as if she was having an epileptic seizure until she had yet another climax. Somehow she recovered and managed to sit up again at the table. It was all Brenda could do to take and look at the cards she'd been dealt for the next hand. The vibrator still sawed away inside her.

Susan asked, "Enjoying yourself, Brenda?"

Brenda laughed. "You could say that! I don't know what it is, but I've never been so aroused in my whole life! I can hardly stand it." It was a moment of relative calm and clarity for her, and she went looking for her cards which had once again fallen to the floor. But she knew it was just another calm and that before long she'd be cumming and climaxing at full intensity.

Suzanne won the next hand and Susan lost it. Aghast, Suzanne pointed out, "Susan, you're not stimulating Alan in any way whatsoever! What's with you? I think you need to make it up to him by stimulating his penis with your breasts. A titfuck." Suzanne saw this as an opportunity to push down a boundary that Susan had stubbornly maintained.

In fact, Alan had deliberately sat out of range of his mother's hands after fingering Brenda's ass so his penis could have a couple of minutes to recover. But Susan took the blame. "I'm sorry. Sorry, Alan. Sorry, Suzanne. Tiger, let me make it up to you. Please fuck my boobs."

Alan jumped up. "Sweet! I've been waiting for this day!" He wanted to say more, but then remembered his rule: saying too much might ruin things, but silence was always safe.

Without any further ado he stood up and watched Susan kneel down, so his penis was at the same height as her tits. Having her below him emphasized the fact that he was the only one left wearing any clothes. Susan pushed her tits together with her hands and waited for him to fill her cleavage, but she was nervous.

"Mommy's afraid, Tiger," she said. "Please go easy."

"Afraid? Why?"

"My whole boobs are so sensitive. Not just the nipples. When you touch them it makes me so crazy! So horny! I'm afraid I'm going to pass out. That's why I've been holding out on this, because I'm afraid I'll end up like Brenda over there."

She motioned towards Brenda with her eyes and Alan looked over. Brenda somehow managed to sit at the table with the cards in one of her hands, but she was a total wreck. While she mauled one of her tits with her other hand, her eyes glazed over as she stared into space, and she appeared to be lost in some erotic nirvana.

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

"Yes, Tiger," Susan replied obediently.

He slid his penis through her orbs of flesh. There was no need to lubricate them because his penis was positively covered with and still dribbling pre-cum from so many long minutes of being stroked. In fact, his chief worry was that he wouldn't be able to last long.

Susan merely slathered it around a bit before she began to slide her tits up and down his glistening shaft.

"Oh-ho-ho yeeaaaahhh..." he let out, as he pushed up into her chest and she squeezed her tits around his tool even tighter. "Oh, so good. Mom!"

"Oh honey! Tiger! My darling boy! You're fucking my tits! You really are!" He pistoned in and out as he stood.

The others had all repositioned themselves to get a good view and enjoy the sight. Brenda was obviously very fascinated by mother-son incest and turned her full attention to the titfuck. She still couldn't get over the fact that a mother and son would do such things and stated the obvious: "Alan! She's your mother! You're fucking your mother's tits! Susan! That's your son! He's your son, for crying out loud! I can't believe what I'm seeing!" She rubbed her clit and moaned louder than even Susan.

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

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

This comment was not wise. He was lost in the moment and not mindful of his audience. Every other female in the room was offended, especially Suzanne and Brenda. In Brenda's case it actually increased her desire for Alan even more. She cried out as she frigged herself faster, "Fuck your mommy!"

Suzanne thought she was clever to get the titfuck to happen, but now her jealous side made her want them to stop. She announced, "We can't just sit here forever. Knowing Alan, we could be here all day before he cums. Can the two of you hold cards while you do that?"

"I, uh, I think so," Alan panted.

"No! No cards!" Susan panted even louder. "Holding tits! Must hold tits! Uh. Ah. Fucking. Uh. Alan fucking! My tits! My tits! My best tits! The best!"

Suzanne seemed unfazed by their passion and just said, "All right, we'll play this next hand without Susan then." So they all drew cards. Suzanne had to put Alan's cards in his hands, as he wasn't even facing the table.

Not surprisingly, for once Alan didn't win. He didn't even get a good look at his cards. Katherine won instead and Brenda lost again. Katherine wanted the titfuck to end, since she also was annoyed by the "best tits in the world" comment. She knew one thing that might draw him away. So she said, "Brenda, once you're at least semi-coherent, it's time that Alan manhandles your boobs and sucks your nipples."

Brenda could hardly believe it. She still hadn't recovered from his handling of her ass, and watching the titfuck had her on the verge of complete ecstasy yet again. But she wanted more. She wanted it all. As she offered her giant tits to the teenager, she cried out, "Oh yes! God, yes! Do it, Alan! Do ME!" The very thought excited her so much that she touched her clit and set off another world-shattering orgasm.

Alan disengaged from his mother and turned around to look at Brenda and Katherine. He said joyously, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sister! I totally owe you one! I can't wait to get my hands on those huge tits. Those mountains. God, they're the most amazing tits I've ever seen! Brenda, words can't even describe how super incredible your rack is. I totally want to do you all the way right now."

They weren't exactly the most poetic words ever spoken, but they put Brenda in seventh heaven just the same. But they didn't make her very popular.

Katherine, as usual, was jealous and upset at being upstaged, first by her mother and now by Brenda, a veritable outsider. She frowned deeply and again cursed at Alan's ban on having sex with her in the house, and her grounding that prevented her from having it elsewhere. She felt like she was slipping behind and gave Brenda the evil eye.

But Susan was even more peeved at Brenda. For starters, she was upset Brenda was losing so much, but what really got her unusually angry was jealousy over Alan's admiration for Brenda's tits. Who is this Brenda with her freak tits taking my Tiger away from me? He was just saying how great I am. I want him to think MY tits are the best, not this ridiculous tit-woman! The fact that Alan stopped the titfuck to go to Brenda's tits brought her anger to a new level.

Susan launched an all out sex attack on Alan to make him completely forget about Brenda. She spun him around roughly. Then she took his penis deep in her mouth and sucked with intensity, grabbed his balls with one hand, and stuck a finger up his anus with the other. As she was bent over his lap from sitting next to him, she rubbed her hard nipples into the side of his thighs as best she could. All of that, plus the thought of groping and kissing Brenda, caused Alan to lose it before he could even get up and perform the dare.

Susan drank up all of Alan's cum. Then, as her son's cum still dribbled down her chin, she stood up and announced, "Okay kids, that's it. Party's over. Everybody has to go home."

CHAPTER 5

Susan's command launched a chorus of complaints, as everyone tried to speak at once. The general gist was to incredulously ask Susan why they had to stop. As she stood with her hands defiantly on her hips, she answered, "This game is turning into a full-blown orgy, and we're starting to break boundaries. Alan just said he wants to fuck Brenda, and look at Amy. She's been putting her fingers in Katherine's pussy, even though the dare specifically prohibited that. In fact, they should have stopped performing that dare AGES ago. I have to put my foot down before this spins out of control! Everybody's drunk with far too much wine. Plus, it's late, and my two children here have to go to school tomorrow. School! You do remember the concept of school, don't you?"

She punctuated her words by stomping her feet, which caused the ropes of cum dangling from her chin to wobble from side to side. She continued, "Not only that, but Alan finally had his orgasm, which is the most important thing, medically speaking. So it's all over, and no complaining!"

There was more complaining anyway, and Brenda complained the loudest of all. When Brenda saw Susan's aggressive sexual attack on her son, her arousal level ratcheted up even higher. Despite her overwhelmed and ragged state, she wanted the night's fun to go on and on forever.

"Anything?"

Brenda nodded vigorously, which caused her naked, mammoth tits to shake with the motion. "Anything." She looked over at Alan so lustfully that he was nearly bowled over and not a little afraid of what she might resort to in order to be with him. She looked possessed with desperate need. Knowing that her tits were her best asset, she dropped her hands from in front of her chest and arched her back to make her tits thrust out even more than usual. It was hard to imagine that such a woman offering herself like that could be turned down by anyone.

Suzanne appealed to Susan with hope in her eyes, but Susan shook her head no. Susan even had a scowl on her face about Brenda. Alan remained quiet.

"I guess not," Suzanne said. She herself was a bit disappointed at Susan's stance, now that it came to putting one's foot down. She was aware that it wasn't exactly every day one had a buxom multimillionaire basically begging to be your sex slave just to get a little taste of teenage cock. But she realized that Susan's feelings came first. "Susan is going to see the psychiatrist on Friday about some things. We can discuss this after then, but no guarantees. It looks like she's upset with something. Maybe that we were taking things too far. And Alan will be gone all weekend on a hiking trip in any case. But at least for you there's next Wednesday."

Brenda bowed her head in disappointment, but she put her skimpy outfit back on, picked up her overcoat, and made to go.

But Suzanne was too turned on to have Brenda leave that easily. She said, "Before you go, now that you know our sexual traditions, you have to follow them all. And another tradition we have is that whenever anyone comes or goes, they have to French kiss each other hello or good-bye. It's only polite. I'm afraid, for your sake, that that includes women with women."

Before Brenda realized what was happening, Suzanne leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Brenda reflexively tried to pull away, but Suzanne grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her to keep kissing. Eventually, Brenda put her tongue in Suzanne's mouth and halfheartedly kissed back.

Suzanne pulled away when the long kiss came to an end, and said, "I thought you said that you'd be good, and you'd do anything. If you want me to even consider doing this again before next Wednesday, then I expect a better kiss than that."

Brenda was shamefaced and red as a beet. Everyone there clearly recalled Brenda's protests against any lesbian contact. But she meekly said, "I'll be good. ... For Alan. I'll do it for Alan. Let me try again."

Suzanne pulled in for another kiss, and this time Brenda did her best to kiss back. She tried to imagine that she was kissing Alan, and that worked wonders for her enthusiasm. Brenda was now clothed, so Suzanne was frustrated in her desire to endlessly grapple and grope Brenda's tits like she wanted to. Aware that an angry Susan looked on, she limited herself to a few gropes over Brenda's leather top.

That kiss lasted several minutes while Susan and Alan stood nearby and waited for them. Alan had never taken his clothes off but Susan was still naked. It had been a good ten minutes since his last climax, more than enough time for him to recover, and he was excited again. He grabbed his mother's hand, unzipped his shorts, and put her hand on his tool. He knew that he didn't have to ask or say anything. She stroked it automatically and without thinking. Her only reaction was to turn towards him briefly and warmly smile in gratitude at being given the opportunity to touch and stroke his fuck meat again.

When Brenda's much longer second kiss came to an end, Suzanne pulled back and said, "Much better. Much. It was almost as if you meant it. Now, you have to kiss Susan."

Susan didn't expect that. She waved the suggestion off with her free hand. "No, really, you don't have to if you don't want to," the mother said to Brenda. "I'm perfectly occupied over here." She didn't want to kiss someone she was angry at.

Suzanne was stern with Susan. "What about the rules? You said we have to follow the rules, and you can't exclude yourself when you please."

"Okay, I guess," Susan said doubtfully. The Brenda's body had aroused her in the past; for instance they'd talked about Brenda's rack when the two of them first kissed each other. But this evening those same tits put her into a jealous rage. So she was torn. She roused herself enough to say, "Brenda, kiss me," but it came out sounding halfhearted.

Brenda was now ready to do anything she was told, if it meant she could get more orgasms like the nearly nonstop series she'd had during the strip poker game. She leaned into Susan and did her best to kiss her. Because Susan was naked, Brenda experimented with putting her hands on Susan's naked tits. She'd never fondled another woman before and was very tentative. Brenda had to do virtually all the embracing because Susan never took her hand away from stroking Alan's shaft. Brenda tried to touch the penis in mid-kiss, but Susan slapped her hand away.

When that kiss ended, Brenda decided, Kissing a woman isn't such a bad thing once you got used to it. I think I can grow to enjoy this, assuming that these two are going to make me do it a lot more in the future. And I think that's a safe assumption.

She then made another move towards the door to go, but Alan said, "Wait a minute. What about my good-bye kiss? You still owe me one, Brenda. Plus, that was the dare we never got to do."

Brenda's eyes lit up like a happy puppy dog. However, she knew Susan had to approve the idea, so she looked at Susan anxiously.

Susan glared and frowned, but Suzanne said, "The kid's got a point. Two points, actually."

Before there could be any argument, Alan grabbed Brenda, pulled her towards him, and kissed the monster-titted woman. He made sure she came to him so his mother could continue jacking him off while he kissed. Susan let out her jealous anger through extra-vigorous fondling of his tool. Brenda kissed back with a hungry passion, but he wasn't content just to kiss. He pulled her leather top from off of her boobs and then got down to the business of seriously exploring Brenda's twin peaks. He was already a man very intimate with many impressive chests, but he thought to himself, Jesus! Two hands isn't enough for one tit! I have to have more of this! He leaned down and sucked on her nipples, which jutted out absurdly far.

A very cross Susan ordered, "Okay, the kiss is over. Your mouths aren't touching. That's the end."

Alan reluctantly withdrew after another brief French kiss. Brenda found that her legs were quivering and her hips were involuntarily bucking upwards, as if to fuck an imaginary penis. She turned around and was about to walk away, when Alan reached up from behind and renewed his manual assault on her chest while he kissed her on the back and around the neck. He thought, I don't care what Mom says – I just can't get enough of these fucking squeezable watermelons!

Brenda groaned and bucked her hips harder.

"Alan?" yelled Susan. "Alan! Listen to me! You stop that this minute! You hear me?" She was really pissed now, but that didn't stop her from intently pumping his thick rod. She hadn't stopped for one second ever since he'd put her hands on it.

Alan finally let go of Brenda. Susan tried to step in between them, and stood up close to Alan so she could slide his penis up and down her thighs. She even slid it over a wet inner thigh in a desperate and angry attempt to distract him from Brenda. Her hand holding it and guiding it continued to squeeze and stroke it as well. She had become a most excellent penis pleaser.

He looked back at his mother's mean face and then whispered in Brenda's ear, "Don't worry, she just a little jealous of your tits. She'll get over it. Especially if you make her happy next time."

Brenda moaned again and squeezed his hands over her giant breasts. She pulled her skimpy top back up over her extremely extended nipples and finally put on her overcoat.

Suzanne figured she'd go home momentarily, and since they all stood near the underwear cabinet, she put on her clothes too (she dressed quite formally, as she'd told her husband that she was going to an investment club meeting).

Susan was cold and wanted to dress, but she also didn't want to stop jacking off her son even for a moment, so Alan picked out a top for her and slipped it over her head. She remained naked from the waist down.

Brenda blew kisses at everyone and said, "God, that was weird, but I had the most wonderful time. Alan, I can't wait until we..." - she looked over at Susan and toned down her words, blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush - "... uh, until we get to know each other better." Her eyes lingered at the sight of Susan's hands frantically sliding up and down Alan's dick and once again she thought of her own son, Adrian.

She could have stood there forever, transfixed, but a deliberate cough from Suzanne snapped her out of it. She said, "Thanks so much everyone for inviting me. I hope we can play again next week. See ya soon!" Then she left.

Everyone had forgotten the vibrator still in Brenda. She was so frazzled that she'd even unthinkingly put her dress on over it. It wasn't until she nearly got in an accident on the way home that she fully realized it was still deeply filling her vagina. But she didn't take it out. Back home, she was relieved to see that her son was asleep, so she could continue to play with herself. She vigorously worked on her tits and set the vibrator to high, so she could have one last shattering climax. Then she finally took it out and passed out for the night.

Suzanne immediately turned to Susan, whose hands continued to piston Alan's penis. "So how about it Susan? Another poker game before next Wednesday? You have to admit that was lots of fun."

"NO. End of discussion." She would have stomped off to make her point clear, but once she had her hands on her son's penis there was no way she was going to take them off until she received a big load in her mouth.

Suzanne finished putting her street clothes on in anticipation of the short walk home, but she put on an overcoat for good measure. She playfully wagged her finger at Susan and said, "I think somebody's jealous!" She used the voice kids use when they say things like, "I saw Jenny kissing Johnny!"

"Jealous? I don't know what you're talking about," Susan said as Suzanne winked at Alan, who was nearly lost in the throes of the handjob's pleasures.

Alan groaned and put his hand on his mother's, indicating she had to pause for a bit. He'd been using his PC muscle training to its fullest extent to prevent from cumming, and was fairly amazed at all the stimulation he'd managed to endure.

CHAPTER 6

Suzanne put her hand on the door, ready to leave, but then a thought occurred to her. She asked Alan, "How many times have you cum today, Sweetie?"

Alan counted in his head, somewhat able to think again now that Susan was merely lightly stroking his dick. Mom in the morning, Glory at school, a wicked Heather fuck, Glory again, no, wait. I didn't climax then. Amy and Sis together with the whole crazy milk thing, Suzanne after that with a Sis assist, then Mom again during the poker game. Six times. Is that all? Strange. I thought for sure it was at least eight. "Let's see. Six times. And now Mom is working on her third time helping me, as you can see. We're close. So close!"

"Only six times? But you're aiming for eight each day this week for the scouting trip. And Susan, didn't you say earlier that I was in charge of Alan's penis for the rest of the evening? What happened to that? I think I need to take over here."

"NoooOOOoooo!" whined Susan. "I thought you were going home. Won't your husband be worried?"

"Good point. I'll give him a quick call. Now take your hands off before you make my Sweetie cum. Didn't you just say you're not the jealous type? So you won't mind if I take Alan back to his room."

"But..." Susan's mind spun into high gear as she fretfully tried to think of some reason not to relinquish her death-grip on her son's penis. But she couldn't think of a single rational excuse and visibly deflated with the defeat. She picked up speed in her stroking, hoping to get him off before she had to hand him over. She asked, stalling for time, "Are you sure about that? You're just joking. Right?"

Suzanne chided, "Who said I had his penis for the rest of the evening?"

"Some best friend you are," Susan grumbled, but she handed Alan over. She literally handed Suzanne Alan's penis, and Suzanne began to piston her hand to the same rhythm that Susan had just started. Between them, they barely skipped a beat.

Susan just stood there and watched enviously while Suzanne stood on the other side of Alan and pumped in her usual style.

But Suzanne wanted to be alone, so she held out her free arm like she expected a hug, and said to her best friend with a sweet smile of her full, red lips, "Goodnight kiss."

Susan gave her best friend a hug and goodnight kiss. Suzanne was pleased to see that, although the morning had started out with a no kiss ban from Susan, that ban didn't even last the day. The two of them French kissed for several minutes while Suzanne continued to wank Alan. Unfortunately Suzanne was fully (and quite formally) dressed and Susan partially dressed, so they didn't go as far as they otherwise would have.

Suzanne thought, as the kiss went on, Now this is why I scheme so much. Alan's cock in my hand and Susan's lips on mine - if only I could be fondling Katherine or Brenda with my other hand, life would be complete. People who don't take risks are such chumps.

Susan stood up but continued to gaze longingly at her friend's hands whipping up and down her son's penis. She wanted those to be her hands. She wondered if it was right and proper to share the penis simultaneously with Suzanne. But some doubts still lingered from the morning and held her back from breaking yet another new barrier.

Suzanne looked up, a bit annoyed. "Goodnight Susan. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, goodnight, Mom," Alan chimed in. "Don't I get my goodnight kiss too?"

Susan had been holding off, hoping to do that in his bed. But she realized there was no reason why she couldn't kiss him now and then again later. So Suzanne had to wait a couple more minutes before she could have her privacy. It felt strange to Alan to have to kiss his mother without her being topless, but he refrained from taking anything off and taking things further because he could tell Suzanne was getting antsy. As a result, the kiss was rather hurried and tame. His penis was also briefly unoccupied during the kiss, for a change, because any more stimulation would have set him off. He at least got to play with his mother's tits some, even though doing so was tempting fate in his goal not to cum too soon.

Suzanne had her hand on the door. She turned to Susan and said, "Friend, I love how we're passing the cock back and forth. Imagine a future when you and I can take turns holding Alan's cock all day long. We can have it in our mouths, in our hands, in our tits, in our butts, and who knows where else." She looked at Alan and winked with that last suggestion. "But you don't have to imagine that future, because it's already here."

Susan's eyes went wide. She tried to reply, but words got caught in her throat. There was a part of her that felt she should protest and reaffirm boundaries, but she didn't want to. Instead, she ran off to her bedroom to masturbate over Suzanne's beautiful vision.

Suzanne's problem was that it had gotten very late and she needed to talk to her husband. Now that Susan had left the room, she lingered a few moments more and said to Alan, "Sweetie, since I'm all dressed up, I'm going to show my face briefly back at home so he doesn't worry about me. Wait for me in your room. You're right on the verge now and need a longer break anyway. Don't let your mom come in and steal you away from me. Set up a blockade and pile furniture up against the door if you have to," she joked.

Suzanne was back in less than five minutes and went straight to Alan's room naked except for her stockings, where he waited expectantly, also naked. "Brenda and that poker game got me all worked up, didn't it for you?" she asked him.

"Hell yeah," he answered enthusiastically.

The two of them sized each other up. Both clearly had sex on the brain and were ready to fuck each other senseless. Alan was weary after another day's exhausting sexual activity, but he was fairly certain that this was the time he would finally get to fuck Suzanne, so he'd psyched himself up. He'd gotten quite nervous while he waited for her to return.

However, Suzanne was crazy with desire to fuck, but there was one thing that held her back - fear that Susan was listening in. Eavesdropping at Alan's door was so common now that it was nearly comical. Suzanne figured that the way she'd taken over from Susan, odds were excellent that the sexually frustrated mother would be right outside the door and waiting for a chance to have a very thorough goodnight kiss (if she wasn't too busy masturbating). So first she had to know if the coast was clear. As she'd just entered the room, she decided to stall for a couple of minutes to see if Susan would come by to spy or not.

Suzanne walked over to Alan and said, "Hey, Mister Pussy Tamer, can you put me in the mood with a little bit of tongue?"

Alan was quite surprised, but then he realized this didn't necessarily mean no fucking; it was just foreplay. Keeping to his usual "don't say anything stupid to ruin the mood" strategy, he said, "Uh, yeah."

She sat up on her heels in his bed and let him lick. She was impressed - he did it with gusto, and better than ever before. He lapped his tongue and probed her inner reaches with it. He now knew just how to work her clit, and he never stopped teasing her little nub.

After a couple of minutes where she just leaned back onto some throw pillows and let him do all the work, she said, "You're really getting good at that, do you know that? How did you get so good since we did it last?"

He paused for a short rest. "Thanks. I've been learning in school."

Suzanne laughed. "In school? They're doing practical sex ed now? And to think, I had to learn less useful stuff like reading and writing."

"That's not what I mean," he complained. "You know I'm getting help at school too, from my chart."

"Ah yes. The mysterious extra check every day. Your mother and I have speculated over what that meant many times during our morning exercises. So who has it been all this time? I hope you're not risking it with your sister there."

"No. You know me. I try to be at least somewhat prudent. I can't tell you who it is."

"Ooooh! Mystery! Hmm. Just how far have you gone with this Lady X figure? Has this teacher of yours taught you how to sixty nine?"

"We haven't done that yet, surprisingly enough. But how did you know she's my teacher?"

"Aha! A clue! I was using teacher in the sense of one who teaches, but I'm glad I did. Let's see... What teacher would you be doing it with? That's easy. Ms. Rhymer is one lucky broad."

"Hey! How did you know that?"

"Duh! Now you've completely given it away. You've only had a crush on her for two years now. And how many other female teachers do you have this semester, much less teachers up to your exacting standards of beauty? It's a no-brainer. It's a lucky thing you don't have more gorgeous female teachers, because knowing your way with women, we'd never get you home after school. But why are we sitting here talking when we can be doing more fun things?"

"Will you keep that a secret? She could really get in trouble with having an affair with a student."

"And I could really get in trouble with having an adulterous affair with the teenaged son of my best friend. Of course I'll keep it a secret. I won't even tell Susan if you don't want me to. Though of course she's bound to find out sooner or later. But out of curiosity, are you fucking Ms. Rhymer yet?"

"Not yet. Just like you and Susan, she'll let me go so far, but won't let me actually fuck. It's so frustrating!"

"Oh poor, poor boy," Suzanne said half-sarcastically. "You're just like so many teenagers with a large harem of women who spend too much time cocksucking and not enough time fucking. I think I saw a tragic TV movie on that very topic."

His penis pricked up at the mention of "large harem of women." He thought, Aha! Suzanne confirms it! I DO have a harem. I'll be that she doesn't see herself as one of my sex slaves, though. She puts herself in a special category.

But he tried to play it cool, and answered, "Very cute, but it is a real frustration. It's like you get so close but are still so far. It's like, you go with a woman to the beach and she lets you put it in her cunt, but then you have to take it back out again. And that's it. Three days later, still no nookie."

Suzanne laughed. "Who might you be talking about now?" knowing full well it was her.

"Umm, Suzanne, what's with all this talking and foreplay? I was kind of hoping that we could, you know..."

"Sweetie, are you suddenly afraid to use the word fuck? What's with your bashfulness?"

He blushed a little. "I don't know. I'm sorry. I get so confused. What's allowed? How aggressive can I be? Should I be more aggressive? I don't understand what women want. Lately, I'm trying to be more considerate, you know, like listening more, and pleasing others more."

"Sweetie, I really appreciate the effort, and the nice tongue work. But have some balls too! Don't be so accepting of the rules. Don't always wait for me to tell you what you can do. Try pushing your luck more often. When I came in this room, you should have been all over me, and make me have to fight you off, if I'm not ready to fuck."

She decided enough time had passed and either Susan would be at the door, or not. So she said, "Let's try this again. I'll pretend I'm coming in again, and you act more aggressively."

She walked to Alan's door, and put her ear to it. But she couldn't hear any breathing. She didn't know if that was because Susan (or Katherine) wasn't there, or if there was an eavesdropper who just hadn't gotten really aroused yet. So she said, "I'm going to open the door and come back in." She opened the door a crack, and heard the sound of high heels scurrying down the carpeted hallway. She caught a quick glimpse of Susan as she ducked into the bathroom across the hall.

Fuck, she whispered. Foiled again. Looks like I do have to behave, somewhat.

She hurried back to Alan's bed, knowing that she could talk out loud briefly before Susan returned to the door. "Sweetie, I'm afraid we have company. A certain big-titted mommy is listening in, that horny bit..., uh that horny big sneak. The fact is, I want to fuck you as bad as you want to fuck me, but we can't do it with her there."

Alan appeared devastated, and she was nearly as disappointed.

She further explained, quieter now, "I don't care too much any more if she finds out, but I don't want our first fuck to be interrupted by some angry scene. I just about stole your penis straight from her mouth, so she'd be particularly pissy, not to mention this whole psychiatrist thing. I want it to be perfect. You are I are going to go to a private place and do it right, where we can scream to our hearts' content. So no more mention of any of this, okay?"

"Okay," he answered, and only halfheartedly tried to keep his voice down. He thought to himself, I'm too fucking understanding sometimes. I should just say, "No, it's not okay," and fuck her like a raging beast. I'm just too fucking agreeable and polite. If I'm really a harem master, I need to take charge, and even take charge of Suzanne. I love her, but I'd love her even more if she eagerly obeyed my every whim, instead of always scheming. Wouldn't it be great if we fucked like rabbits with Mom pounding on the door, trying in vain to get us to stop? Dang. I just can't stand to see my mom get upset.

CHAPTER 7

Suzanne pondered the situation. Okay, so we can't fuck. However, what if he fucks me up the ass? If I can get him into it, that'll be another thing to give me an edge over everyone else, because of my superior experience and natural skill. I can out-fuck anyone, in any position. And with Susan listening, it'll help drive her further down the slippery slope. I like it!

As she renewed the conversation, there was a twinkle in her eye. "Listen, Sweetie, we can still respect your mother's boundaries AND fuck. We can use the other hole."

Alan looked at her dumbly. "A blowjob? An aggressive mouth fuck?"

"No, silly. Not that hole. Has anyone taught you about anal sex yet?"

"Anal sex? No, that's one thing I don't want to learn. That's so gross and so gay. It's just for gay guys."

"No it isn't. Hell, even my husband fucked me in the ass on occasion, back when we were actually in love and had sex more than once a decade. Just think of it as a hole. It's just like a pussy, but even better in a way because it's tighter."

"I don't know. It's too weird. The idea grosses me out."

"Alan, I'm disappointed in you. I expect you to be more open about people with other orientations. Okay, look. It's one thing not to want to be fucked in the ass. That's okay. I wouldn't ask you or want you to do that. But fucking a woman in the ass is totally different. A WOMAN, remember. Not to mention, you have your finger up women's asses often enough lately. Just close your eyes and imagine you're fucking my cunt, doggy style. The holes are practically right next to each other, anyway. It's almost the same. And it feels good! Both for me and for you."

He still complained, "Why can't I just fuck your pussy then? That would feel even better."

Suzanne leaned into his ear and whispered, "Let's not talk about intercourse. Your mother might have been temporarily frightened off, but she's probably back to your door by now." Then she said, much louder, "You're such a kidder. Of course we can't do that. You'll just have to content yourself with fucking my ass. I want to be your first assfuck." Her voice dropped down. "Katherine was your first fuck and first kiss, Akami was your first titfuck, and Glory was your first carpet munching." Speaking in a loud voice again, she continued, "I want to be your first something. You may find you like it even more than fucking a pussy. Some guys do."

"Yeah, those are fuckin' gay guys."

"Alan! Stop being so homophobic. Haven't you noticed I'm a woman, and I'm asking you to fuck me up the ass? Should I go ask one of your friends, like Peter or Sean, if you're not willing? I'm sure they'd be more than happy to help me out."

After Suzanne sat on all fours on his bed, and thrust her ass up high to tempt him. She wiggled it seductively and said, "Come and get it." But he was more interested in her drooling and gaping pussy than what seemed to be the impossibly small, puckered hole just above it.

"Okay, okay, I'll give it a try. Peter or Sean? Talk about an empty threat. And I'm sorry about the comments, but remember I'm still a teenager. A couple of years ago I said 'that's so gay' or 'that's so lame' about every third sentence. I'm suddenly being treated like an adult at home, but my voice still cracks sometimes. This is all too strange."

"Your voice hasn't cracked in weeks, Sweetie. All this sexual activity seems to have set off chemical reactions turning you more into a real man every day. Your voice is actually noticeably deeper than it was last month, and I'm not just saying that. You're a real man now, and a real man like you isn't afraid of anal sex." She cleverly implied that he wasn't really a man unless he did this - she'd found this technique was almost always successful with any male.

He paused and thought some more. "I'll try it out. ... But if I don't like it, then that's it, okay?"

"Sure," she said, her ass wagging seductively in his direction. "But I guarantee you'll like it."

At first, he was still reluctant, and toyed with Suzanne's lovely body. She applied Vaseline to his penis and her hole, then she sat up on all fours on his bed. He knelt behind her and drew his penis in between her legs. He joked, "These two holes look so similar. I can't tell which is which. Maybe I'll just stick this thing here in this hole." He began to gently poke his penis around the entrance to her pussy.

"Don't you dare!" Suzanne cried as she pulled her hips away from him, even though she desperately wanted to thrust her hips in the opposite direction and impale herself on his shaft. She couldn't forget the thought of Susan closely listening. "Come on! Don't betray my trust or I'm gonna tell on you," she teased him back. "I'm going to say that you've been a very, very bad boy. Good fucker, but bad boy."

He positioned the penis over the other hole. "Okay, here goes..." He tried to slowly put the head in, but it just wouldn't fit. "It's not working," he finally said.

"Just be more forceful," Suzanne told him. "Stick in it with all your might and don't worry how I feel. Just do it." So he did. Slowly but surely it slid in. Alan felt his penis was being squeezed like a vise, and he wasn't sure what to think about it. But really it was only the head of his penis that went in, and he was afraid to hurt her if he went any further.

"That's all I can do, it's just too small."

"Let me be the judge of that. I've had dildos go in there bigger than you."

"But I just can't do it. I don't want to see you hurt."

Suzanne thought to herself, That's just like Alan. He needs to put aside his nice guy personality when he's in the bedroom. "Okay, fine. Let me take over. Spread my ass cheeks with both of your hands and just keep pressing down. I'll guide it in."

Alan did as he was told. As she wriggled her hips, she used her sphincter muscles to draw his penis in ever so slowly, relaxing and clenching. Alan complained, "Why are we doing this? I don't want to even think about what else you do with this hole."

"Hey, you've been putting your finger in it enough lately. In fact, your index finger has had an up close tour of all the best female assholes in town. Like this is soooo different. Just be patient. It's getting there." The head had passed through now, and several inches slid in easily until the penis thickened towards the base. "Wider!" she commanded. "Open my cheeks up wider! We're almost there!"

Alan finally started to feel good as his penis went in all the way. He couldn't believe how tightly the walls of flesh gripped him, nor how strange it felt to be so deep into this private hole. The warmth he felt envelop his engorged penis was warmer than any hand or mouth he'd yet known, and the squeeze was so tight that he could still barely comprehend how such a big object found its way into such a tiny hole.

Suzanne let out a big sigh of satisfaction. She hadn't realized how nervous and tensed up she was, and that was part of the problem. As she relaxed, it suddenly became easier for Alan's penis to move. He started to slide the penis in and out. His groin slowly, repeatedly pushed up against her ass as he continued to thrust into her tightness. As he began to set a steady pace, he too relaxed, and everything became easier and more exciting.

"Oh yeah, baby!" Suzanne cried as she shuddered under his weight and slow, powerful thrusts. "Move it just like that, Sweetie, just like that!"

"I can't believe I'm doing this after we could barely get it in!" The feelings were already intense, but then she started to rock back and forth and clenched her muscles, squeezing his penis tighter and driving him to further ecstasy.

Suzanne was so turned on by the sensations he gave her that her unfilled pussy throbbed and gushed juices as if it was the hole being pummeled. Her unhooded clit practically hummed with excitement. She thought, Sweetie is finally fucking me! This is a real fuck! In the ass, yes, but now I know how good he can truly be! Take me to the stars! Her whole body trembled with an all-encompassing orgasm, but he was just getting started.

"Oh yeah!" he shouted as he finally let go of the last of his qualms and totally immersed himself in the experience. Sweat started to roll down his forehead as he grunted and heaved his flesh into hers. He looked down to where they were joined and was amazed at how much it looked like they were fucking. From this angle, his eyes could barely tell the difference, and his penis was under the impression that he was fucking the tightest pussy on Earth. He yelled, "This is so great! It's just like fucking a really tight cunt. Shit! Why do I ever doubt your advice?"

"I often wonder that myself," she kidded as she bucked happily beneath him. "Haven't I told you I'm your guardian angel? Fuck me good! Fill my ass! Fill my ass!" Suddenly she remembered Susan just down the hallway and Katherine's room even closer, not to mention the odds of Susan being back at the door. She lowered her voice. "Like that, baby. My Sweetie. My baby. Mmm. Good!"

"It's not hurting you too much?" he asked.

"Are you kidding me? God no! I haven't felt this good, this filled, in a long time! Fuck it! Fuck the hole! Keep on going!"

"Yee-haa!" Alan yelled. "I'm riding your ass! Your rocking ass. Just like a fucking bronco! It feels like I'm totally FUCKING YOU! YES! I'M FUCKING SUZANNE!"

"Don't get too excited, big boy. If someone wasn't listening yet, they might be attacking the door with an ax if you keep yelling that." Suzanne said this in gasps between clenched teeth. The two of them began to moan, and after a while, they had to stifle their shouts as they tried to keep the noise down.

Suzanne could sense Alan was near release. Again, in brief gasps, she prodded, "Fill it! Fill my ass! Uh! With your cum! Uh! Uh! Cum inside! Fill it up!"

"I'm shooting! I'm going to shoot inside you!" Alan cried far too loudly. His hips rocked solidly against her ass cheeks as his dick practically flew into her stretched hole, the same hole that he originally took minutes to put into for the first time. Their bodies slapped and slammed into each other so loudly that Alan wondered if Susan could hear those sounds through the door.

The previously composed Suzanne couldn't help herself any longer and shouted, "FUCK ME! ALAN! FUCK! FUCK ME NOW! UGH! AH AH AH, FUUUUUCCCCK!"

Suddenly his cum burst out of him and f