Katherine and Suzanne switched seats. Suzanne looked at Brenda apologetically. "Do you mind if I take my top off? It's rather expensive and, as you can see, there's no telling when there might be a sudden cum eruption, or where it might land."
Brenda just stared stupefied, as if her brain were broken. Even her best previous night of fucking couldn't compare to the constant orgasmic joy she'd had this evening.
Suzanne snapped her fingers. "Brenda? Brenda? Can I take that as a yes?"
Brenda partially erged from her sex fog. "Um, what? Oh. Yeah. Sure."
"Thanks." Suzanne pulled her top off and tossed it aside, then gently shook her shoulders, setting her ample tits swaying.
Even Brenda was impressed, and strangely aroused. She'd never seen bare breasts as large and perfect as Suzanne's, except for her own.
Brenda watched Suzanne take Alan's flaccid penis in her hands and start to stroke it. Since it was flaccid, she fondled his balls more at first, also stimulating his perineum with her finger. She leaned forward to let her big globes constantly jiggle and sway. Adding to this, she whispered sensuously in her scratchy voice, "Aaaah... Sweetie... Get hard for ... Long, thick, and stiff... And hot! So hot... Get hard as iron so I can stroke you for a long, long ti!"
Brenda panted helplessly. It was as if she were entering a new world, and all the things that she'd previously thought sexually arousing weren't even close. She felt like she was already cumming non-stop, so her actual orgasms were just an extra intense spike on top of that.
Suzanne had noticed Brenda's positive reaction to Alan's comnt about spanking, so even as his penis engorged in her hands she added, "Sweetie, I am going to make you dizzy with lust by giving you such an excellent, extrely proficient handjob. I guess I'd better do a good job too, because if I don't, I may just end up on your lap getting a good hard spanking. Hmmm maybe I shouldn't put so much effort into it so I DO earn a spanking!" She glanced over at Brenda to see how their super busty guest was taking it.
Brenda had a hand over her pussy and her other hand was fighting the losing battle of trying to keep her tits from bouncing around too much. The spanking talk in particular drove her wild. She felt so much like she was completely naked that she was startled to rember from ti to ti that she actually wasn't.
Encouraged, and feeling his dick grow still harder, Suzanne added, "Actually, don't stop there. You should spank all of us!"
Normally, Alan would have protested that he would never want to spank her, much less anyone else, but he could see that she was playing to the gallery, so he rely asked, "Including Brenda? Do you want to spank her too?"
Suzanne was getting caught in her own trap, finding herself surprisingly aroused by all this spanking talk. She squealed with glee, "Yes! Please! I want to see her nude body wiggling on your lap! Whack her hard until her ass turns red!"
Suddenly, Suzanne turned to Brenda and said in a calm voice, "Don't worry. He's not really going to spank you or anyone else tonight... probably. We know how much Alan gets excited about spanking us , so we like to talk about it to get his cock fully hard." She looked down significantly at Alan's pole, which was sticking straight up. She tickled her way up and down its sides, making sure Brenda got a good look at all of it. "See? It worked!"
Brenda was a bit disappointed at Suzanne's caveat, but it didn't matter much because she was so hot that it was like trying to cool down a river of lava with a bucket of water. It took all of her self-control not to bend over and take his cockhead in her mouth.
Susan still seed miffed over the way Katherine had wasted so much of Alan's cum, but all the talk of spanking had distracted her. Once she'd seen that Suzanne's pumping hands had her son's dick fully hard again and throbbing with pleasure, she cald down and forgot all about it. She felt a sense of peace, and even bliss, just from seeing that his erection was being well taken care of.
The card ga eventually resud, providing an excuse for Brenda to look elsewhere. She cald down a bit by forcing herself not to look at Suzanne's hands sliding all over Alan's boner, or at least not as much as before. But she couldn't look away entirely, and instead found herself staring at Suzanne's constantly moving bare breasts much of the ti.
That led her to ask out of the blue, "Um, you know... When you all help Alan, with his, uh... What I an to say is, when you stroke or suck him, do you usually do it topless?"
Susan answered imdiately, almost giddily, "Oh, yes! That's the BEST! It's highly odd for to even touch his cock with my breasts covered. Feeling your big tits swinging freely in ti to your stroking or bobbing, that's an essential part of the whole experience! Besides, it helps you rember who's in charge." She was eager to say more, but stopped because she worried she might be speaking too freely.
Her comnt about Alan being in charge hit Brenda like a lightning bolt. In fact, that, plus everything else she was seeing, hearing, and even slling, got to her so much that she again had to excuse herself to go to the bathroom and "powder her nose" once more.
As she sat on the toilet seat with her fingers digging deeper and deeper into her pussy, she thought, Fuuuucck! I can't breathe! This place is like so kind of cauldron of pure sexual heat! If I go out there and see that Susan still has all that cum on her face, I'm gonna lose it! Hell, who am I kidding? I've already totally lost it! How humiliating, to keep coming in here to cum, but I can't help it! Ugh! God! Good God!
Alan had Suzanne stop her stroking completely as soon as Brenda was out of sight. He was taking breaks whenever Brenda wasn't in the room, so she'd get the false impression that he didn't need to take any breaks at all.
The others all joked about what Brenda was doing while she was gone, especially since this ti the sound of her cumming in the bathroom could almost be heard blocks away. They didn't even bother whispering anymore, since she was making such a racket.
Susan asked with a snicker, "What's she doing in there? Giving birth?"
"Nah," Katherine replied. "Not unless she's been storing the fetus in her boobs sohow. Personally, I think she's wrestling with an alligator that ca up through the toilet." That set her off in a fit of giggles.
Even Suzanne got in on the discussion. "I think she's redecorating the bathroom with a sledgehamr and a team of axe-wielding Viking berserkers."
Since Brenda was still absent many minutes later, Susan lectured Katherine more extensively on the responsibilities and proprieties of tending to Alan's penis in front of others. She acted as if this had been a long-standing family tradition.
Everyone's arousal level had risen to near the breaking point. Suzanne was so horny that she had difficulty letting Alan take his much-needed strategic break. When she figured that he'd had about five minutes respite, she decided that she couldn't wait any longer. So, under the guise of joining in on Susan's conversation and giving tips to Katherine, she said, "Angel, one of the key duties of penis tending that your mom's failed to ntion is delivering him extre, non-stop pleasure. As much as he can handle. Isn't that right, Susan?"
"Well, er, yes, of course. I was getting to that."
Suzanne nodded and continued, "We each have a role to play. Your mom knows I said we should keep our clothes on for Brenda's sake, so she's cleverly kept the cum on her face to help with Sweetie's visual stimulation. Angel, maybe you can play footsie with him under the table. As for , since I'm the designated cock tender for the mont, I have to constantly find new and unexpected ways to stimulate his throbbing fat cock. So that's why I'm going to nibble on it for a while." She imdiately ducked her head into his lap.
Because Susan was sitting on the other side of the table, she couldn't see much aside from the top of Suzanne's curly mass of reddish-brown hair bobbing up and down. She stood up to get a better look, while also fretting nervously. "I don't know... I would say that goes too far. But look how happy Tiger is... Suzanne, please hurry it up. We wouldn't want Brenda to get the wrong idea!"
Alan wasn't sure what the "wrong idea" was, considering how much they'd done in front of Brenda already. But he had other things on his mind, because he was riding a wave of great pleasure straight to orgasm. He grunted painfully. "Aunt Suzy! Gonna... BLOW!"
But Suzanne was way ahead of him. She'd felt his balls tensing up, ready to fire, so she squeezed the base of his shaft in a way that suppressed his ejaculatory response, continuing until the urge had passed.
That close call and his frantic attempt at PC muscle control had wiped him out, though, so she reverted to languid licking for a while.
During the relative lull in the action, Katherine complained to Susan, "Mom, how is it that you comnt on how happy he is when Aunt Suzy sucks him, but when I was doing to sa thing, all you did was complain about how 'improper' it was. I'd like you to know Brother has never once complained about my skills!"
Alan quickly chid in to forestall any negative comnt from Susan. "Yeah, Mom. Sis has been great. She's a natural talented sucker, and I love it even more because I love her so much. And given that I have to cum six tis a day each and every day, her help is going to be vital."
Susan was going to complain because seeing her daughter sexually intimate with her son seed "terribly improper" in her mind. Alan's words made her do a rethink, causing her to say, "I'm trying, Angel, I'm trying. You know it's not easy for . I still think of you two as my darling little babies. Please have patience with , okay?"
Katherine nodded. She figured that was the best she could hope for at this point.
Brenda ca back a few minutes later, after about a ten minute absence. This ti she looked like she had stumbled in from a back-alley gangbang. She'd made only cursory attempts to brush her hair back into place with her hands, and her skin was lightly flushed and sweaty all over, especially down in her cleavage.
Suzanne had intended to switch back to slowly jacking Alan off as soon as she heard the bathroom door open, but she'd started playing a ga of sending Alan secret ssages by licking the shapes of letters over his sweet spot. (Unfortunately, he was so overwheld by the varied stimulation that he didn't realize there was a pattern in her licking, so he'd failed to decipher her 'sweet nothing' love notes.) But attempting that had distracted Suzanne so much that she didn't notice Brenda's return until Brenda was standing above her with a shocked and lust-filled expression on her face.
Brenda looked poised on the edge of either lust or outrage. Katherine didn't know which outco was more likely, so she made the cheeky comnt, "Wow, I've never seen such a well-powdered nose."
That cleverly reminded Brenda of what she'd just been doing in the bathroom, and the fact that no one could have missed her piercing screams. The anger on her face vanished, leaving just her obvious lust.
Suzanne figured that as long as she was "busted" for doing this much, she might as well go all out. She brazenly engulfed his cockhead and began steadily bobbing over his sweet spot, all the while keeping her eyes on Brenda to gauge the reaction.
Brenda sat back down in her chair next to Alan, but kept her eyes on Suzanne's bobbing head, which was reaching over his lap from his other side. Brenda was seriously blissed out. She was fairly drunk from the wine they'd been imbibing throughout the evening, but she was even more drunk with the high from her repeated masturbation and everything she'd seen. She'd climaxed so many tis already that it seed to her as if the evening had been one endless orgasm. Ironically, she was still a little pissed off, but only because she was used to being the center of attention when it ca to sex, and it was clear that Alan would have been just as aroused if she hadn't even been there.
Nobody ntioned the elephant in the room, which was made all the more obvious by Suzanne's loud slurping noises.
Brenda thought, Fuck , AGAIN! They're not saying anything because this is normal. They've been holding back for my sake. But this is how things truly are. What's odd is when Alan is NOT getting his great cock sucked! They're seriously going to wreck . I'm ready to cry uncle and give up, and tell Suzanne to fucking get out of the way so I can take over!
However, she was sowhat more composed since she'd just recovered from her latest climax, so she was determined to hold out as long as she could.
Eventually, Katherine suggested, "So... should we play another hand?"
But Suzanne was still determined to see Brenda's boobs exposed, and so was Alan, though the two were operating independently of each other. She deed it ti to bring up the tit-asuring idea again, so she unexpectedly pulled her lips off Alan's crown and sat up. She wiped the pre-cum that was drooling down her chin with one hand, but did so sloppily so that the action would draw Brenda's attention. anwhile she kept on stroking Alan's shaft with her other hand.
She was about to speak when Brenda asked in a near whisper, "Is it... Is it good?"
"Are you kidding ? Brenda, don't you know how sweet and delicious his cum tastes? Here, try so." She swiped a big gob off the edge of her chin and brought it right to Brenda's lips. She made sure to keep her finger directly under Brenda's nose so that their buxom guest couldn't miss the unique aroma.
But just as Brenda stuck out her tongue to lick Suzanne's finger and taste the cum, Suzanne abruptly pulled her finger back. "Oh, sorry. I forgot you didn't want to get involved. Oh well. More cum for !" She licked her finger clean, faking her way through an orgasm to further indicate the extent of Brenda's lost opportunity.
Brenda moaned and whimpered helplessly. She was crestfallen.
Susan exhaled noisily, then said in a disappointed voice: "Oh Brenda. I feel sorry for you. Not only does his cream taste delicious, maybe a bit like orange-flavored pudding, if there were such a thing, but even the skin of his cock tastes good! Maybe it's just my imagination" - it was - "but once you start licking and sucking on his fat knob, you'll never want to stop, due to the taste. In fact, you literally CAN'T stop! At least, not until he rewards you with a face full of creamy cum! It tastes that great!"
After a perfectly tid pause, she added, "Oh, sorry! I forgot you don't want to do that kind of thing. That's, uh, good. It's important to stand by one's principles. Whatever those happen to be."
Suzanne turned to Susan's cummy face. She couldn't entirely hide her pleasant surprise. Well played, Susan, well played! Maybe we'll make a scher out of you yet!
To Suzanne's even greater surprise, Susan gave Suzanne a conspiratorial wink. They didn't have to worry about Brenda noticing, since Brenda eyes were fixed below the table, watching every last motion that Suzanne's hands were making on Alan's cock.
After a long pause in which nothing much happened, other than that Brenda got hotter and hotter watching Suzanne's sliding fingers, Suzanne asked, "By the way, Brenda, you know when I ntioned before that we should asure your breasts, I forgot to just ask what your size was. What bra do you wear, anyway?"
Brenda snapped back to attention and smiled proudly, finally able to shift the focus from Alan's cock to herself. "I'm a 34J."
"A J-cup?!" Suzanne said incredulously, even as she kept on stroking Alan's erection. "But you're so short. You're like six inches shorter than , and yet you're saying you're that big?"
"Yep," Brenda said with eyes briefly closed and just a touch of smugness.
Alan was distracted, to say the least. But he didn't want to miss out on understanding, so he asked, "What's a J-cup exactly? I know the scale up to about an E, and then I get lost."
Suzanne replied, "A big tit lover like you doesn't have that scale morized? It asures the circumference of a tape over the breasts minus one that's under the breasts but over the ribcage. It starts with AA for a 1/2 inch difference, then A for 1 inch, B for two inches, and so on. Every letter step represents an additional inch of tit-flesh. And of course for a given band size the tit volu goes up roughly with the third power of the cup size. With a K-cup, we're talking about small mountains, not just hills." The hand that was pumping on Alan's shaft was tiring, so she switched hands.
Susan added, "There are other scales too. Different English-speaking countries and companies do it differently. For instance, sotis double-D and E are the sa, while sotis E is bigger than double-D. And don't get started on triple-D. But by far the easiest scale to rember is the one that Suzanne just described. And then there's the tric scale used in continental Europe and Japan, where each change in bust size represents a 2 cm step, except sotis even that doesn't hold."
Alan ntioned, "Wow! I've heard that Dolly Parton is a 30J, but she's only 5 feet tall. Pala Anderson is sothing like a 36DD. What's everyone else'?" Actually, he knew the answer to this one, since he'd long ago peeked at the bras in the dirty-clothes hamper and in the dryer. But he was trying to keep the conversation on breast size going.
Suzanne elevated her exposed tits with one hand while making long strokes on his slicked-up shaft with the other. Sowhat surprisingly, everyone else still wore all their clothes. "Well, "DD" is just another way of writing "E", so Pala Anderson is a 36E. I'm a 38G, Sweetie, and so is your mother; we're exactly the sa size. We're a lot taller than Pala Anderson, which is why we're 38s and not 36s like she is. Amy is a 36D, but she might have to move up to an E soon. We're late bloors in our family. Katherine, I assu you're a 34D or 36D as well?"
"Yeah, 34D" Katherine said sullenly. She felt very inadequate in the chest departnt and wanted to change the topic. The earlier lecture by Susan also soured her mood. She was the least aroused and least involved in the group, since she felt jealous and worried about Brenda, but even she was having fun overall.
Alan said to her consolingly, "Hey, D is great. That's equal to or better than just about every famous movie actress. Most of them are B- and C-cups, if even that, wouldn't you say, Aunt Suzy?"
Suzanne nodded.
He couldn't help turn to Brenda and say, "But 34J? That's just crazy. There's no way. You're telling you're the sa bra size as Dolly Parton? She's already impossibly stacked."
"Yeah," Brenda pointed out, "but she's like five feet tall, if even that, so hers seem a couple sizes bigger. Height is important. Your mother and Suzanne look more like E-cups except they're so tall that they're actually two sizes bigger than that." The conversation was helping her sober up from her wanton fuck lust a little bit, mostly because it took her attention away from Alan's boner, and even from Suzanne's constantly swaying bare rack.
Alan persisted, "But 34J? Co on! You're not that tall either."
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