6 Times a Day

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 emerged 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 me… Long, thick, and stiff… And hot! So hot… Get hard as iron so I can stroke you for a long, long time!”

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 comment 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, extremely 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 remember from time to time 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 merely asked, “Including Brenda? Do you want me 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 seemed 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 calmed 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 game eventually resumed, providing an excuse for Brenda to look elsewhere. She calmed 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 time.

That led her to ask out of the blue, “Um, you know… When you all help Alan, with his, uh… What I mean to say is, when you stroke or suck him, do you usually do it topless?”

Susan answered immediately, almost giddily, “Oh, yes! That’s the BEST! It’s highly odd for me to even touch his cock with my breasts covered. Feeling your big tits swinging freely in time to your stroking or bobbing, that’s an essential part of the whole experience! Besides, it helps you remember who’s in charge.” She was eager to say more, but stopped because she worried she might be speaking too freely.

Her comment about Alan being in charge hit Brenda like a lightning bolt. In fact, that, plus everything else she was seeing, hearing, and even smelling, got to her so much that she again had to excuse herself to go to the bathroom and “powder her nose” once more. .𝙘𝙤𝙢

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 some 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 time 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 somehow. Personally, I think she’s wrestling with an alligator that came 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 sledgehammer 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 mention is delivering him extreme, 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 me, since I’m the designated cock tender for the moment, 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 immediately 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 comment on how happy he is when Aunt Suzy sucks him, but when I was doing to same 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 chimed in to forestall any negative comment 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 times 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 seemed “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 me. I still think of you two as my darling little babies. Please have patience with me, okay?”

Katherine nodded. She figured that was the best she could hope for at this point.

Brenda came back a few minutes later, after about a ten minute absence. This time 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 game of sending Alan secret messages by licking the shapes of letters over his sweet spot. (Unfortunately, he was so overwhelmed 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 outcome was more likely, so she made the cheeky comment, “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 times already that it seemed 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 came to sex, and it was clear that Alan would have been just as aroused if she hadn’t even been there.

Nobody mentioned the elephant in the room, which was made all the more obvious by Suzanne’s loud slurping noises.

Brenda thought, Fuck me, 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 me. 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 somewhat 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 deemed it time to bring up the tit-measuring 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. Meanwhile 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 me? Brenda, don’t you know how sweet and delicious his cum tastes? Here, try some.” 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 me!” 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 timed 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 schemer 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 mentioned before that we should measure 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 me, 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 memorized? It measures 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 volume 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, sometimes double-D and E are the same, while sometimes E is bigger than double-D. And don’t get me started on triple-D. But by far the easiest scale to remember is the one that Suzanne just described. And then there’s the metric scale used in continental Europe and Japan, where each change in bust size represents a 2 cm step, except sometimes even that doesn’t hold.”

Alan mentioned, “Wow! I’ve heard that Dolly Parton is a 30J, but she’s only 5 feet tall. Pamela Anderson is something 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. Somewhat surprisingly, everyone else still wore all their clothes. “Well, “DD” is just another way of writing “E”, so Pamela Anderson is a 36E. I’m a 38G, Sweetie, and so is your mother; we’re exactly the same size. We’re a lot taller than Pamela 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 bloomers in our family. Katherine, I assume you’re a 34D or 36D as well?”

“Yeah, 34D” Katherine said sullenly. She felt very inadequate in the chest department 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 me you’re the same 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? Come on! You’re not that tall either.”