His cock... in my cleavage! - Brenda

Alan was kicking back and reading a book in the living room around eight o'clock when the doorbell rang. Amy, Katherine, and Susan were all hanging out in the room together, but Susan insisted that Alan get the door.

When Alan opened the front door he saw Brenda standing there, looking bashful and a little shy, wearing an overcoat and carrying two big bags. "Hi, Alan. It's me, Brenda. Remember me?"

Alan was incredulous. "Remember you? Are you kidding?! How could I ever possibly forget you? Don't you remember what we did yesterday?"

She blushed and lowered her eyes. "Of course." In truth, she hadn't meant to ask "remember me," but she was so nervous about seeing him again that her brain had slipped a gear.

His heart started pounding fast, since he figured that Brenda's presence meant great sexual fun. But he tried to play it cool. He remembered Suzanne's advice on how to act dominant for Brenda, and part of that was not appearing too eager.

Seeing that she appeared to be at a loss for words, he gave her a hearty welcome. "Please come in!"

As she walked further into the house, she tried a different approach. Her face became stern, almost as if she were pissed off about something.

Alan couldn't figure out what had triggered that reaction.

However, it was all because she was steeling her nerve. She said to herself, Okay, girl, don't lose it like you did last time. He's just a kid. Just because he has such a big, tasty dick that you can't resist him. He thinks he's hot stuff. But this time we're going to show him who's who. I'm going to have HIM eating out of MY hands! By the time the night is over, he'll be forced to DEMAND that I become one of his sexual servants!

She took off her overcoat, revealing some kind of transparent nightie. It was so clingy that it seemed like she was wearing Saran wrap. Both shoulder straps immediately fell down her arms, but the nightie was so tight that it didn't slip down even a bit.

She looked at Alan with a seemingly menacing face, like she was meeting a sworn enemy. "So, Alan, we meet again. Now I can let you know that we're all going to have another fashion show tonight. We'll see this time just who can keep their cool, and who is going to lose it!"

Brenda was half a foot shorter than the over-six-foot-tall Alan; even the high fuck-me pumps she was wearing couldn't overcome that height difference. But she stepped on the shelf of the underwear cabinet, next to the front door, and raised herself enough so a protruding nipple nearly poked him in the eye.

She could only keep her balance there for a few seconds, but Alan correctly interpreted the move, her expression, and her words as a sexy challenge. Even though she wasn't usually this aggressive around him, he decided he liked what she was doing.

He looked back towards the living room, where the other women in his life were waiting. They were all smiling at him.

He asked, "So, is it true? Another fashion show?"

Katherine replied with a deadpan expression, "No, we just said that so Brenda would come over dressed like that. We actually plan for you to fuck her right in front of us in the living room while we all watch."

Alan looked back at Brenda. Her mouth was hanging open wide and the composure and confidence she'd shown mere seconds earlier were completely gone. She stammered, but no words came out.

"Naaahhh, just kidding!" That was Katherine again. "Of course we're just having a fashion show. Isn't it cool? I just found out myself a few minutes ago. Brenda, get your bags and come over here. Let's get started."

She turned to walk away, but then turned back to Brenda and said casually, "Don't worry. He'll fuck you in front of all of us later." She winked to imply that she might be joking.

Brenda was still shaken, but recovered her composure somewhat. She gave Alan a saucy wink and then sauntered further into the house, strutting her amazing body with exaggerated moves, making her giant breasts sway and jiggle in a way that she knew would attract and keep his attention. She joined the other women, who all turned to face Alan together now that everyone was standing in the living room.

Alan's eyes rarely left Brenda, since she was wearing transparent clothing and the other women were fully dressed.

Brenda felt strange to be the only one wearing something so revealing as to leave her essentially naked. But it was a good and thrilling strange. She felt as if she was the submissive one and all the others were her superiors. It was as if she didn't have the right to wear properly concealing clothes, while they could each give her orders that she had to follow to the letter. This brief fantasy soon faded, but she found herself powerfully aroused by it nevertheless.

Susan asked for Brenda's help in the kitchen. But that was just an excuse to get her alone. Once they were in the kitchen, she muttered quietly, "What's with your attitude? You're acting weird. Very different from how you were talking last night. I don't like it."

Brenda replied honestly. "Don't worry, I haven't had a change of heart. I'm still fully dedicated to serving Alan's cock with everything that I have, just like always. But I decided that I need to approach this from a position of strength, to get the best deal for myself that I can."

"'Deal?' What are you talking about, deal? That smacks of trying to manipulate my Tiger, and I don't like it! Busty women like us are here to obey his orders and serve his cock, period."

"I know," Brenda sincerely replied. "Look at what I'm wearing. Is this outfit designed to get the sperm in his balls churning, or what? But I figure if I play hard to get, he'll want me more."

Susan gritted her teeth. She knew Alan had been effective at playing hard to get with Brenda, and worried that Brenda might also be effective in manipulating Alan if she did the same in return. "I don't know. I don't like it. Besides, I don't know your plan exactly, but whatever you're planning isn't going to work, I can guarantee that. Beautiful, big-titted women like us don't stand a chance against naturally superior men like my son."

Brenda tried to take a firm stand. "I understand all that. But I want him to notice me more. To want me, desire me, need me. My goal is to get him to want me as much as I want him. More, even!"

A peeved Susan folded her arms under her tremendous rack. "What the heck are you talking about? Did you get hit on the head by a rock or something?" She stepped into Brenda's personal space and poked a finger into one of Brenda's huge boobs. "It's not up to YOU to decide where or when to drop to your kn-"

She was cut off, because she heard Alan yelling, "Hey, ladies? Need any help in there?"

She yelled back, "No, we're coming!" Then she muttered sourly to Brenda, "You've got it all wrong. I don't have time to explain, but I'll show you. Come on." She led Brenda back to the living room.

Once they returned, Alan asked, "Where's Aunt Suzy?"

Susan replied, "She's a bit busy, but she told me to call her once things got started. I'll give her a ring right now. No, wait. Amy, could you please give your mother a call and have her come over ASAP?"

"M'kay!" Amy bounded out of the room, going to the phone by the kitchen counter.

Everyone had taken a seat except for Susan, who stood with a sour face while holding her hands on her hips. She said, "It'll be a few minutes until Suzanne gets here, I imagine. In the meantime, we should keep Alan AND Alan Junior entertained. Brenda, that's a nice outfit, but I want you to take it off. Now!"

Brenda was gobsmacked. "What?! You want me to do what?!"

"You heard me. Take it off!" Susan sat down next to Alan. He happened to be wearing loose sweatpants, so she stuck her hand inside. Within seconds she had her fingers wrapped around his erection and got busy stroking it. She said to Brenda, "Look at what we have here. Tiger's cock is nice and stiff, not surprisingly. As a beautiful, big-titted woman, you need to play your part in keeping it throbbing with pleasure. So I want you to stand naked in front of him. And that's just for starters!"

A suddenly blushing Brenda unthinkingly stood up right in front of where Alan was sitting. But she kept her hands over her bust and pussy while complaining, "But I... I can't! I mean, I'm not in the mood. I just got here! I know I'll get more aroused later, but give me a chance to adjust. Please!" She looked at the others with embarrassment.

Susan said firmly, "Nope. Sorry. Let this be a lesson to you. You need to learn your place! Besides, you're practically naked already, thanks to that outfit."

Brenda protested, "I know, but there's a big mental difference between 'almost' and 'completely.' It's huge!" She stood there squirming, her heart pounding wildly.

Katherine was sitting on the other side of Alan. She reached over and stuck her hand in his sweatpants too. As her fingers closed around his few inches that weren't already occupied by Susan's hand, she exclaimed with pretend surprise, "Oooh, you're right! It IS! It really is!" She giggled.

Brenda wasn't even slightly amused, because she was beside herself with fear over her situation. It was true that she wasn't that aroused yet, at least compared to the level of arousal that she'd reached during previous visits. However, between Susan ordering her to get naked and seeing Susan's and Katherine's hands jointly stroking the obvious bulge in Alan's sweatpants, Brenda was getting horny in a hurry. She started to strip.

She was so stunned and frightened that she forgot to make a sexy striptease out of it. Since she had been nearly naked to begin with, she had her clingy outfit on the floor in a matter of moments. Her face was red as a tomato and her eyes were closed as she covered her pussy and nipples as best she could.

She told herself, This is Susan's revenge for my "playing hard to get" plans. Damn! I shouldn't have said anything. I have to be strong and keep my focus!

But Susan wasn't done with her. "What do you think you're doing?! Covering your tits and pussy like that. For shame!"

Brenda quickly dropped her hands to her sides. But she still couldn't bear to open her eyes, even though she longed to watch the double handjob. Jesus! I'm totally exposed. What a nightmare! Yet this was exactly the kind of thing that she subconsciously craved.

"Do you aspire to be one of my son's personal cocksuckers?"

Brenda was in a spot. If she answered that question honestly, it would severely undercut her "hard to get" pose. But she whispered, "You know I do."

"What was that?" Susan asked insistently.

There was a long pause. The only sound in the room was the sloshing of Susan's and Katherine's fingers sliding together all over Alan's cock. It was hard for them to jack him off jointly, especially when they couldn't see inside his sweatpants, so they'd quickly resorted to stroking him up and down in a synchronized rhythm almost as if it was being done with a single ten-fingered hand.

Just then, Amy walked back in from the kitchen. She started to say, "Mother says that... Oh. Cool!" Clearly, she was taken aback by the scene in front of her.

Brenda winced. She still didn't dare to open her eyes, but knowing that one more person was checking out her totally nude body caused her to burn with humiliation. There was no doubt that Brenda was extremely aroused, which only added to her humiliation, because she could feel rivulets of cum running down her thighs.

She moved to cover her wetness with her hands, only to remember that such covering wasn't permitted. She ended up with her hands pinned behind her back in an even more submissive pose.

Alan thought, Man! Brenda is a BABE! Of course I knew that already, but still it deserves repeating. And it's not just her huge tits either. Her entire body is firm and flawless!

Amy walked further into the room. "So, Mom will be here in a couple of minutes. But it looks like the fun has started already. What's going on?"

Susan said, "Amy dear, please take a seat. Brenda's about to entertain us with a sexy little dance."

Brenda's eyes opened wide in fear upon hearing that. She thought her heart would thump right out of her chest.

"Cool beans!" Amy sat next to Katherine on the long sofa where Alan and Susan also sat. She looked to Alan's crotch and asked half-jokingly, "Hey, got room for one more hand in there?"

But Susan answered, "We've got it covered, literally. And keep your clothes on, please."

"Awww..." Amy had already started to undress, but she reluctantly stopped. "Why?!"

Susan said, "Trust me on this." The truth was, she had learned some about the "delight" of sexual humiliation through her own recent experiences with Alan, so she was forming a good idea of what Brenda really craved. She wanted to increase Brenda's humiliation by having her be the only naked one. "Just kick back and watch the show."

With Brenda's eyes open again, her gaze was locked on Alan's crotch. She couldn't see his erection but, in a way, seeing the motion under his sweatpants of two hands jacking him off was even more arousing. Holy shit! Hands from different hotties! So many hot and needy fingers sliding up and down his powerful snake, like it's no big deal. UGH! God! I think I'm gonna faint!

She asked nervously, "What show?! Nobody said anything about any show!" Without realizing it, her body started twitching and writhing. The smell of her pungent pussy soon filled the large living room.

Susan said, "The show you're about to perform. Amy, could you put on some danceable music?"

"Sure thing!" Amy bounced up and skipped to the stereo.

Brenda gulped. It was all she could do to keep her hands at her sides. "'Danceable?' I don't know how to dance! Not except for slow dances. Thanks to my big breasts, I can't bounce all over the dance floor even when I'm clothed. And naked? Forget it!"

Not surprisingly, Alan was having a great time. But he couldn't help but roll his eyes when the B-52's song "Mesopotamia" started to play. He did still like the song, but it also drove him crazy that Amy kept playing her same favorite songs over and over, especially this one.

Susan showed no mercy about Brenda's pleas. "I don't care. Figure out how to make it work. Taking proper care of Tiger's cock is a team effort, and you need to play your part. You don't need to be a dancing queen. Why don't you start by putting your hands on your head and swaying a little bit? And by the way, remember that you don't have breasts. Normal women have breasts. You have tits! BIG tits! GIGANTIC tits!"

Brenda didn't want to strike the pose Susan suggested, because it was an especially submissive one. But, staring at the hands of two different women slithering around in Alan's sweatpants, she simply couldn't resist. She struck the sexy pose and started to sway slightly.

A minute or so passed, but Brenda seemed to move like a shambling zombie, not even keeping time to the very danceable beat. It was true that she was swaying enough to keep her massive melons jiggling in enticing ways, but her blushing red face looked profoundly unhappy.

Amy grew frustrated and stood up. She said to Susan, "You said tending Alan's cock is a team effort, but I'm not doing anything. Can I help Brenda dance?"

Susan's pissy mood was passing, now that she was seeing Brenda put in her place. She smiled and said, "Good idea. Just make sure to keep all your clothes on. For now."

"M'kay." Amy zoomed over to Brenda's side and immediately wrapped an arm around her. This made it even more difficult for Brenda to dance, but Amy had a plan. She said to her as she grooved in place, "Brenda, I think the problem is that you're just not horny enough. Let's get you in the mood!"

Suddenly her hands were on Brenda's massive tits, and her fingers sank in. She pushed the two orbs together and said, "Brenda, do you know what we're doing tonight?"

Brenda mumbled, "Uh... a fashion show." She wanted to swat Amy's hands away, but her own hands were still on her head and she felt obliged to keep them there until she was given permission to move them. She was also trying, and mostly failing, to remember to dance in a sexy manner.

Amy enthused, "Yes, but it's so much more. It's a celebration of COCK! Specifically, Alan's cock. I heard you sucked him off yesterday, but he hasn't titfucked you. Not until tonight, that is! Soon his big ol' cocky cock-log is gonna be right here!" Amy's hands were occupied holding Brenda's tits up and together, so she leaned down and literally poked her nose into Brenda' cleavage to indicate the region she was talking about, taking a big whiff in the process.

Brenda's eyes bugged out as she considered that. She looked over again at Alan's crotch, wishing she could see more than just the shapes of moving hands under his sweatpants.

Amy belatedly realized she might have overstepped her bounds. So she asked Susan about the titfuck idea. "Right?"

Susan wasn't at all happy about the idea, due to her boob size jealousy. Although she didn't want to give it her stamp of approval, she guessed it was inevitable. She said vaguely, "He'll certainly be sliding his cock through some big tits tonight. Maybe a few pairs." Warming to the idea, she added, "In fact, maybe he'll fuck ALL our tits!"

That only enflamed Brenda's lust even more. She stared at Alan's crotch with a desperate hunger. God, he's so virile! I want him to fuck me so badly! Especially my tits!

Katherine seemed to read Brenda's eyes. She whispered in her brother's ear (after licking it a little) and got him to lift his ass just long enough for her to pull his sweatpants down along his thighs.

Brenda gasped when she saw the extent of his stiff erection when it was uncovered. She was so stunned that she froze in place, completely forgetting to dance. She gasped again when Katherine's and Susan's hands went back to their shared stroking. In fact, now that his privates were uncovered, both Katherine and Susan took advantage and got their other hands involved as well.

Brenda thought, I can't believe it! FOUR hands! Four hands on one cock! Well, technically, one cock and one set of balls. But still, too hot! I can't breathe! I can hardly see anything at all, thanks to all those hands in the way. But I've never seen anything hotter in my life! Every single square inch of his privates are getting pleasured, and plenty thoroughly!

Amy continued to hold and fondle Brenda's enormous tits while talking to her. "Let's face it. You're a beautiful woman all over, but what really sets you apart is your humongous, enormotastic rack! I'll bet dollars to donuts that Alan's fat cock is gonna be sliding between these bouncy babies before the night is over. What do you think of that?" Amy was repeating herself a bit about titfucking, because fondling Brenda's rack was putting her in a very "titty" mood.

Brenda was speechless at such an exciting prospect. She just stood there gawking while Amy's hands explored her upper torso. Fuuuuuck! It's true! He IS going to fuck my tits tonight! I just know it!

Amy prodded, "Look over there! Look at all those hands. Tonight, it'll be your tits helping out. Covered in some kind of slippery oil plus your own sweat. With a great big stiff boner trapped inside! Does that make you horny? Does it make you want to dance?"

Brenda had totally forgotten about the dancing, but thanks to that mention she started swaying again, ever so slightly. However, even though she wasn't actually moving much, there was a rhythm and enthusiasm that had been lacking before, which actually made her a very sexy dancer.

Amy took Brenda's hands from the top of her head and brought them down so Brenda was the one keeping her big tits tightly squeezed together.

That freed up Amy's hands. Amy was grooving to the B-52's, moving more than Brenda was, but at the same time she remained stationary enough to slide a hand between Brenda's tit-mountains. "How do you like that? Imagine that's not my hand; that's Alan's stiff thingy! Does that feel good?"

Brenda panted breathlessly, "Oh, yes!" His cock... in my cleavage! Oh, YES! I need it! Gaaawwwd! I need to serve him, to serve his cock! Now, I really AM going to faint!

"Are you gonna squeeze it and slide your big ol' boobies all over it until it squirts in your face?"

"Oh, yes! YES!" Jesus! Sweet Jesus! Master! My master is going to bathe me in his cum! It was a good thing that Brenda was pressing her bare boobs together, because they were heaving so much while she struggled for breath. She could feel a powerful orgasm coming on.