Chapter 378 We Would NEVER Ask You To Help Stroke This Fat Cock.!!

Brenda resumed playing cards, trying to act calm. She'd tried to clean up again as best she could, but with less success this time. She clearly had that "just fucked" look, and she knew that the others all knew it.

She was frazzled. Soon, her attention was more on the stiff cock lying in the open next to her than it was on the game. The last time, her bathroom masturbation hadn't quenched her desires, but only raised them.

So, after another ten minutes or so, when Alan lifted his boner up and started idly stroking it without even saying anything first, Brenda's eyes nearly popped out of her head. It was so close that she could have reached out and held it, and she was sorely tempted to do just that. The fact that the other three women happened to be busy talking among themselves about how delicious his cum tasted didn't help matters. Nor did it help when Brenda looked at the other women's faces one by one, watching each deliberately run her tongue around her lips just for fun, to tease him.

A few minutes later, Katherine complained, "MoooOOOOOoooom! Alan is committing the sin of Onan!"

Susan chided him, just like a typical mother, "Son, how many times do I have to tell you not to do that?"

Katherine went on, "Brother, what have we all warned you about? Chafing. No need for you to do that yourself with your tennis-scarred hands. Leave it to some soft female hands. Like mine." Since she was already sitting next to him on the side opposite Brenda, she simply reached over to his lap and started jacking him off.

Not surprisingly, Brenda gasped loudly. She clutched at her massive orbs and squirmed in her seat. SO... FUCKING... HOT! Just look at that! She's his sister! So much thick cock meat in her hands! Her heart raced wildly and her chest heaved so much that her tits swayed up and down, even though her hands were there holding them tightly.

Katherine couldn't help but crow a little, since she'd boldly achieved a fait accompli. She goaded Brenda, "Don't worry; we would NEVER ask you to help stroke this fat cock. You've made your position very clear, and we respect that. So don't think about it; you just sit there and enjoy the card game while I run my hands all over my brother's thick, hard, slippery pole!" She'd deliberately said the word "brother" because she'd noticed that any reference to incest seemed to inflame Brenda's lust even more.

Brenda thought, My position? What's my position? My position should be sitting right on top of that god-damned gorgeous pole! Sitting on it, bouncing on it! IMPALING myself on it, over and over again! Um, but she's, uh... Oh yeah. I said I had no interest in him and that he should leave me alone. Did I really say that?! Shit! I must have been out of my mind!

She forgot all about anything else and just stared wantonly at Katherine's sliding fingers. She couldn't have been more aroused if someone was in the middle of giving her a fast, hard fuck. She had to continually clutch at her huge melons, because her outfit gave her no support and they would have been bouncing around wildly otherwise. But she had trouble keeping her hands still, and she wound up subtly caressing them most of the time. Actually, there wasn't much subtle about it.

Alan had noticed how much the spanking talk had thrilled Brenda earlier, and he wanted to test that further. So he said to Katherine, "Sis, be careful. You know what happens if you make me cum too soon. I don't want to have to give you yet another spanking."

That pushed Brenda over the edge. It had only been fifteen minutes since Brenda's last bathroom trip, but she stood up and declared, "I, um, I, uh... I have to go to the bathroom again! I have, uh, the runs or something. Excuse me!" She rushed off.

However, she wasn't fooling anyone, not even herself. If anyone still wasn't wise to her real purpose, the orgasmic sounds that soon emanated from the bathroom certainly made things clear.

Katherine quipped, "So, do you think Brenda's having a good time?" Then she dropped her face into Alan's lap, swallowed his shaft, and started bobbing.

Susan complained, "Angel! Please! You can't do that. It's terribly improper!"

Clearly, Katherine didn't care about that mild admonishment. She twisted and turned her head this way and that to surprise his cock with unexpected movements. She even slurped and moaned extra loudly, as if rubbing in the fact that she was the only one in this prime position.

However, Alan tapped his sister's head. "Um, you should stop. Really. I don't know about 'improper,' but I'm too close to the edge!"

So Katherine pulled off and sat back up. Seeing the pained look on his face as he struggled with his PC muscle, she even removed her hands from his dick, for the moment.

Trying to ignore the sounds coming from the bathroom so she could make her point, Susan started to say, "Angel, we really need to talk about the boundaries of what's acceptable behavior for you. I understand you're eager to service his cock, and believe me, I sympathize. But when there are other people in the room..." Her voice trailed off as the sounds from the bathroom grew impossible to ignore.

Everyone in the dining room giggled as Brenda's intense screams grew louder and louder before coming to a sudden halt. Brenda obviously was not quiet during her orgasms. They all were amazed they could hear her so clearly, considering that the downstairs bathroom was a good distance from the dining room.

Alan whispered, even though Brenda was almost certainly too distant to hear, "So, what should I do? Should I make a move on her tonight? If she's not hot to trot right now then nobody is!"

Suzanne leaned forward conspiratorially again and whispered back, "You're not gonna like this, but I say no. Sure, her body is aflame right now. She'd gladly agree to help stroke your cock. Heck, she'd probably even suck it. But then she'll probably feel regret tomorrow. We're playing a longer game here. Better you keep fanning the flames so she'll be even MORE eager next week, and the week after that."

Susan frowned and asked, "Just how many weeks will it be before he's totally tamed her?"

Suzanne responded with another question. "You do like her, don't you?"

Susan shrugged. "She's okay." Although she got along well with her, Susan remained jealous of Brenda's larger breasts. Her attitude toward Brenda kept flip-flopping.

Suzanne said, "Susan, she's a very nice person, bigger breasts or not. Need I remind you what she knows about us, mostly due to your loose lips last week? She could ruin everything. So we all should try harder to become good friends with her."

Susan wasn't pleased, but she didn't have any way to rebut any of that.

Brenda took time to comb her hair and reapply some light makeup, but she nonetheless looked quite disheveled when she returned to the card game. She'd cum so much that she didn't know what to do with her panties. Since she'd neglected to bring a purse where she could have placed them, and anyone could have seen them if she'd tossed them into the empty, open bathroom trash can, she was forced to wear them despite their now incredibly drenched state. She'd given up her futile attempts to wash and then dry them with each bathroom visit. As a consequence, she was making wet, squishy sounds each time she moved about in her chair.

To call Brenda embarrassed when she came back to the dining room would have been a real understatement. Even Suzanne, who'd lately grown used to seeing Susan blush deeply on a daily basis, was impressed at how rosy red Brenda's face had become.

Brenda had trouble looking anyone in the eye, so she just stared down at her lap. That let her peripheral vision see Katherine's fingers sliding up and down Alan's shaft. (Katherine had resumed the handjob just as Brenda walked in, to make it seem as if she'd been doing so all along.)

She thought, Oh fuck me all over again! He's still fully erect, because of course he is! Just look at the pre-cum dripping down her pumping fingers. GOOD LORD! I'm going to be a total wreck again within another five minutes!

As Brenda gawked without looking at it directly, Suzanne said, "Don't worry, Brenda. Yes, we couldn't miss hearing what was happening in the bathroom, but that's okay. That's part of life. Like I said, we live in a newly sexually liberated household. Feel free to be yourself here. Now, whose turn is it to deal the next round?"

The card game proceeded much as before, except for the fact that Brenda's eyes in particular were glued to the sight of Alan's hot pole being jacked off. Every now and then she glanced quickly at her cards to maintain pretenses, but then returned her full attention to the throbbing erection beside her, and to the talented female fingers that were working their way up and down it.

She was staggered at how long Alan's dick was being stimulated without him climaxing. She was right that it was an especially long time. Partly, Alan's stamina was improving by the day, thanks to practice, practice, and more practice. But also, the women stimulating him were developing an uncanny ability to sense when he was close and then either ease up or stop altogether for a while, giving him those much-needed 'strategic breaks'.

Brenda might have grown bored watching a handjob for so many minutes, except that Katherine knew that she had an audience so she went all out to keep Brenda's interest. For instance, she constantly varied what her hands were doing, with an eye for how things would look from Brenda's viewpoint. She would also do things like bend over and blow air on his cockhead, or even kiss it from time to time (while usually getting a few licks in for good measure). Or she would pick up some of his pre-cum on her fingers and then lick them clean with a satisfied sigh.

As if that wasn't enough, Alan's boner was also a frequent topic of conversation. For instance, at one point, Suzanne asked, "Angel, how are things hanging over there?"

"Good. I was neglecting his balls for a while, but I'm rolling my fingers under them now. He seems to like that."

Susan chided like a strict schoolteacher, "Never, and I mean never, neglect his balls!" Her voice turned dreamy. "Why, I could lick his balls all day! And fitting an entire ball sac in my mouth... Mmmm! Yummy! Plus, there's something special about seeing a busty, naked woman on her knees doing nothing but licking and sucking her man's balls, like she doesn't even have permission to pleasure his cock yet. Don't you agree, Brenda?"

"What?! Oh, me? Um, what did you say...? Oh yes. Balls. Yes. Wonderful!"

Katherine asked as she fondled, "Mom, you're making me hungry, hungry for balls! I love how they're completely hairless. Can I lick and suck them now?"

Susan replied, "No. Because you know, once you get your lips on them, it'll be just a matter of time before we'll see you bobbing steadily on his delicious cock-meat."

Katherine responded, "But would that be so bad? How am I going to make him cum otherwise? You know how stubborn he is. At the very least, I could use some help here. Brenda could you lend a h-"

Suzanne interrupted. "Angel, no. Brenda's made it clear that she wants no part in this. Isn't that right, Brenda? You have no interest in stroking that thick, long pole of his. Correct?"

Brenda stared longingly. "Well, actually-"

Suzanne cut in again. "And you have even less interest in sucking him off, I'm sure. It's true that right now, you could bend over and bob down to his sweet spot if your mouth can open that wide. Angel would continue stroking the rest, and of course, work on his balls, because it's true we should never forget the balls. Between the two of you working together, you'd probably get him to cum in ten minutes or even less. But that's not going to happen, because you're just here to play cards and observe our unique way of life. Speaking of which, who's turn is it to deal?"

If it seemed like some kind of conspiracy to drive Brenda simply insane with lust, that's because it was. Although there hadn't been any prearranged plan or discussion, everyone was working together to increase Brenda's desire for Alan to simply irresistible levels. There was no need for a complex plan, since events were evolving nicely on their own.

Although Katherine had at least one hand pumping on Alan's boner at all times, she somehow managed to continue to play the card game too. Often she would take a quick look at her cards and then put them face down on the table so she could jack him off with both hands until she needed to do something with her cards again.

She actually was paying more attention to the card game than Brenda was. Brenda had given up all attempts to appear aloof; she'd been reduced to simply staring longingly at Alan's cock while repeatedly moaning and licking her lips. She didn't even bother taking part in the card game anymore. She couldn't, because her hands were so busy caressing her own breasts that she was unable to hold her cards.

Katherine was actually thinking about her cards when she heard Alan mutter quietly, "Oh no!"

Before anyone realized what was happening, his dick started shooting its seed. This was one danger of being jacked or sucked off for extended periods, trying to stay right on the edge most of the time. There was always the danger that that line could be unexpectedly crossed at any moment. The fact that Katherine was still trying to play cards instead of concentrating on sensing the state of his arousal hadn't helped.

Alan's cock had not been pointed in any particular direction, so long ropes of his cum flew through the air. Susan happened to be walking nearby, as she'd just gotten up to get more drinks from the kitchen. She acted quickly, practically throwing herself down over his lap so the ropes mostly hit her face.

Brenda had yet another climax of her own as she watched Alan's cum soak into Susan's beautiful face. She'd never been so aroused in her entire life, not even by sex acts that she'd been directly involved in. It was really the mother-son incest that turned her on the most. She loved the way Susan was so relaxed about it, positively luxuriating in the cum bath that her son was giving her, even as her daughter was the one who aimed his cock and painted her perfect skin.

Susan in fact was quite delighted by the unexpected cum-drenching. As his cum blasts grew weaker and weaker, she took his cockhead in her mouth and sucked on it to make sure she coaxed as much cum out of it as humanly possible.

This was the single most incredibly arousing thing that Brenda had seen in her entire life. She'd been furtively and subtly trying to stimulate her pussy (which was harder to do than before now that she was sitting on the same side of the table as Alan and Katherine). But seeing Susan's sucking lips and the blissful look on her face, she ceased to worry about getting caught. Instead she just rubbed her pussy lips and clit with abandon, although her wet panties were still frustratingly in the way.

Okay, that's IT! God dammit! I need Alan in my life! In my mouth! In my cunt! I need to be one of his sluts! One of his slutty, busty, shameless sluts!

It wasn't long before Brenda came too. But she at least had enough self-control left not to scream out loud. Instead, she let out a series of frustrated, muffled moans between clenched teeth as she fought a losing battle to stay silent.

When her climax ended, she thought Alan and Susan would be done, but she looked back to Alan's crotch and saw that Susan was still licking him, even though his penis was rapidly going flaccid.

Katherine saw Brenda's puzzlement, so she explained, "That's Mom for ya. She's got this thing about having to clean his dick and balls thoroughly each time he cums. If you ask me, it's just an excuse for her to keep licking him, but whatever. Look at his face; he's obviously enjoying it."

At first Susan didn't respond to that. But after another minute or so of licking, she sat back up in her chair, looked at her daughter crossly, and said, "It is NOT an excuse. Keeping his privates sparkling clean is a vital part of what we do." As she spoke, she grew increasingly angry.

She stood there with streams of cum slowly oozing down her face as she complained. "Never mind that. Katherine Anne Plummer, I'm very upset with you. We trusted you with his thick, stiff cock, and look what happened! Delicious sperm flying everywhere! Some of it even spilled upon the ground, so to speak."

"I'm sorry, Mom." She knew how much Susan hated the Onanistic sin of "spilling one's seed upon the ground." Susan took those Biblical words very seriously.

"Sorry? You wasted half a precious load. Look at this: cum on the tablecloth, on the chair, and worst of all, on the carpet! You could have wasted the whole thing if I hadn't acted so quickly." Susan was rubbing his cum into her cheeks as she spoke.

"Mom, it's really my fault," Alan piped up. "I didn't give her proper warning."

Susan fed one of the larger cum gobs into her mouth as she said angrily, "Nonsense. Your job is just to have fun and have lots of nice orgasms. It's up to us, your women, to take care of such things. That's part of the job of being the penis tender. Angel, you can't lose focus. You seemed more interested in the card game than your brother's cock! You have to concentrate intently on pleasuring every last inch of his sweet cock meat at all times, even while doing other things. I'm going to think twice before letting you be in control again in such a situation."

"But Mom!" Katherine griped. "It was my turn to deal! I had to look at the cards!"

Brenda thought, Holy mother of God! She's just standing there, EATING his cum, rubbing it into her skin as if it were Oil of Olay! So fucking AMAZING! And not only that, but Alan's "job" is just to kick back and enjoy life as all these incredible beauties take turns pleasuring him. He must be one unbelievable stud! She squirmed about lustily. She felt like she was sitting in a puddle of her own cum, which wasn't too far from the truth.

Susan gobbled up more cum. "No buts! I'm in charge of this household. Suzanne, why don't you take over? I'm sure you're not going to slip up like that."

Susan then turned to Brenda. "I'm so sorry. This never happens." She was apologizing for the loss of cum, as if the handjob was a perfectly normal occurrence except for the sudden eruption and the resulting mess.

Brenda just stared with a gaping mouth at the cum still slowly dripping down Susan's face. Alan had shot a big load, so there was still plenty of cum on her face even after all her nibbling and smearing. Brenda was so aroused by that that she had trouble not hyperventilating. Even though she'd just climaxed, she already felt the need to cum again.