6 Times a Day

A minute or two later, Suzanne walked in from the foyer and took a look at the scene. My, my, my! Isn't this just delicious? I love it!

The first thing Suzanne noticed was the way that Amy and Brenda were dancing. Actually, it was more accurate to say that Amy was dancing while Brenda was mostly just standing there. It wasn't that Brenda didn't want to dance, but she was so stunned and turned on by the entire situation that she was in a daze. Furthermore, she was in a habit of not moving in certain ways when her gigantic tits weren't sequestered in a heavy bra, and those habits were both subconscious and hard to break.

Amy was dancing next to her, touching her and trying to involve her, and thanks to that Brenda finally struck a sexy pose with her hands behind her head and started to wiggle her hips a little. But her efforts still paled in comparison to Amy's naturally sexy gyrations.

Suzanne enjoyed watching the blushing, nervous, horny, and completely humiliated Brenda so much that it took her about a minute before she finally looked to the spot where Brenda (and to a lesser extent Amy) were frequently staring. That's when she saw Alan and his exposed boner, and Susan and Katherine working together to expertly jack him off. She'd had a vague general awareness that the three of them were sitting together on a sofa, due to her peripheral vision, but it was only now that she had paid enough attention to realize that there was a dual handjob underway.

Suzanne actually did a double-take, and then a thrill of pure excitement ran down her spine. Seeing Katherine and Susan work together to stroke Alan's erection wouldn't have caused surprise, at least for the last few days. But Suzanne knew that Brenda had arrived mere minutes before, and she was floored that something this arousing had started this soon.

Good grief! she thought. And I thought the dancing was great! This is almost too much. She chuckled, not really caring if the others heard and realized that she was there. I'm kind of tempted to break it up, for fear that Sweetie's gonna blow a load before the fun and games even begin. But then again, I'm also tempted just to stand here and watch and see what happens next.

Look at poor blushing Brenda! She looks like she's been hit by a truck! My sweet Honey Pie is dancing all around her, touching her everywhere, but it's like Brenda doesn't notice, even when Amy is cupping one of her tits or her pussy mound. A very, VERY soaked pussy mound, I should add! Hee-hee! No, Brenda only has eyes for Sweetie's cock and balls, and the four hands slipping and sliding all over them!

I'll bet that if I let this go on much longer, she's gonna drop to her knees, crawl over to him, and beg permission to pleasure that big slab of cock-meat with her lips and her tongue!

Dammit, I'd love to see that, but later. Later tonight, I'm sure. Frankly, I don't know how Sweetie is hanging on with all that relentless stroking from so many hands at once. I can tell from the way he's gasping for air that it won't be long before there's a cummy explosion, unless I sweep in and rescue him.

She finally decided to speak up in order to give Alan his much-needed strategic break. "So what's all this then?"

That startled everyone. Suzanne's arrival had been expected, but it hadn't been expected that she'd quietly enter the house and walk into the living room without being noticed. In fact, it was Amy's loud music that had provided her cover; she hadn't even tried to be sneaky.

Although Alan was going out of his mind with orgasmic euphoria, he was the one who answered. "We're, uh... We've been waiting for you, and, uh... In the meantime, Brenda is doing a sexy dance. And, uh, Amy too." He sighed and closed his eyes, trying hard not to cum.

Suzanne smirked. "I can see that. And it looks like we need to turn up the thermostat, Sweetie, because you must be cold; you've got three, no, make that four, hands keeping your privates warm. How very considerate."

Katherine smirked too. "You've got it backwards. His hot, hot cock is what's keeping our hands warm." She giggled.

Suzanne smirked. "I'm sure. Either way, let's wrap this up and move to the dining room, shall we? Things are getting pretty heated and we don't want a premature... eruption."

She raised an amused eyebrow as she stared at all the hands on Alan's crotch. Those hands had frozen in place at the shock of Suzanne's voice, but then Katherine and Susan had resumed their sexy stroking.

Seeing no response, Suzanne stared with laser-like focus right at Susan's face.

"Oh, poo!" Susan complained, withering in response to Suzanne's intense stare. She finally withdrew her hands.

After hearing Alan gasp desperately for air, Katherine reluctantly withdrew her hands as well.

Both mother and daughter immediately started licking their fingers clean of his pre-cum, making loud, satisfied smacking noises as they did so.

Alan's boner kept twitching wildly, and he even looked to be humping air with his hips in constant motion. But that was just because of his frantic PC muscle squeezing efforts. Finally, the danger of imminent climax passed and he was able to slump back and recover. Holy shit! That was intense. And to think: the night is still young. I've got another fashion show to look forward to! And Brenda! Fuck! I'm totally going to fuck her tits tonight, if it's the last thing I do!

Brenda just stood there while all the others got up and left the room. She was particularly crushed to see Alan pull his sweatpants back up. Finally, she bent over to pick up what little clothing she had.

Just then Suzanne popped her head around the corner from the dining room and said, "Leave that there. You won't be needing it anymore."

Brenda stood back up. Dear God! What have I gotten myself into?! I knew there was going to be sex and fun here tonight, but I didn't know things would get this wild this soon! Already it's almost more than I can take. And the humiliation! How could I forget about being so humiliated whenever I visit here? It's too emotionally intense. I swear, I'm about to have a heart attack! I should NEVER have told Susan about my plans.

That reminded her of her "playing hard to get" plans. Shit. My scheme is in tatters already. I don't know what exactly happened just now - I feel like I've been run over by a bulldozer! But whatever it was, I was the exact opposite of "hard to get." But I still have a chance. Suzanne's here, and she's a taskmaster. She'll get the fashion show started, and that'll give me an opportunity to turn things around.

Obviously, the idea that I could ever "best" him in any way is ridiculous. But still, it's always good to try to increase my appeal by playing hard to get. No more being helpless. I'm determined not to just be some kind of 'flavor of the month'. I deserve to have a permanent place in his life.

She looked down at her nakedness, trying to psyche herself up. Just look at this physique. I'm special! I feel like I was born and bred to be one of his sex pets; I just have to prove it to him. I'll be assertive and wow him with my voluptuous body! I'll be sucking his cock again in no time, and he's going to fuck my tits too!

Alan watched Suzanne cross the room and sit at the table. He realized with some private amusement that she still walked funny despite the massage and hot bath she must have had since he'd last seen her. Secretly, that made him feel proud of himself.

She sat down immediately at the dining room table, then stayed sitting to hide the evidence that she'd been so thoroughly fucked quite recently. As the others sat too, she announced from her chair, "All right, now that we're all here, we can begin. Sweetie, as you can see, we're having another surprise fashion show for your benefit. Lucky bastard." But she said this with love, not malice.

Susan spoke up. "However, there's one fly in the ointment. The last fashion show went too far and almost spun out of control. So this time, no touching."

"No touching?!" Alan asked incredulously. "But that... Wait. Not even my dick? You mean, Mom, that you're not even going to stroke my... Aaah. I nearly forgot. Good for you for remembering. Now I know the real reason for the no-touching rule."

Susan blushed. The others looked disappointed and confused.

Alan explained, "I told Mom and Kat that they weren't allowed to touch my dick at all for the rest of the day, due to some naughtiness they did this morning."

Amy, surprisingly, spoke up. "Hey! If that's the case, why were they the very ones jacking him off just now, while I just sat there?"

Susan looked away, embarrassed. "I kind of forgot. Sorry."

Amy said, "Don't worry about that. It's cool." She looked beseechingly at Suzanne. "But why should the rest of us continue to suffer for their transgressions?"

Brenda seconded that with a "Yeah!" She was surprised and embarrassed as soon as she said that. She reminded herself that she came here to play hard to get, and had to keep her self-control.

Suzanne attacked the problem more logically. "Susan, don't tell me you expect him to watch the entire fashion show without someone stroking or sucking his cock the whole time? Think how terribly the poor boy will suffer. I for one couldn't bear it."

Going for the jugular, she added theatrically, "Think of all that horrible sperm buildup. Why, his balls will be positively bursting by the end of the evening!"

Susan hadn't thought that through. She replied defensively, "Well, of course I don't mean THAT. It goes without saying that his iron-hard cock needs to be stroked any time he wants it, by anyone he wants. That's what this show is all about after all, to help expel all that nasty but oh-so-delicious sperm - but only after very prolonged stimulation."

She conceded extremely reluctantly, "I guess just this once, someone other than Katherine and me will have to be put in charge of those duties. What I meant was, no touching the women on display, or things will get out of hand for sure. This is supposed to be a rest day for my Tiger, after all."

Alan protested, "But... But the touching is the best part! Don't you like it when I run my hands all over you? Especially when I play with your fabulous breasts?"

"Well, okay," Susan quickly conceded. Her willpower completely crumbled when she imagined her son fondling her voluptuous body in front of the others. "But only touch the fabric of the costumes if you want to see what they're made of. No skin! You're supposed to be taking it easy, and in any case I don't want an orgy to break out. Suzanne has agreed to be a strict enforcer of the rules, since I seem to have a track record of getting a little bit lax. This is a case in point: not even one minute has passed and I'm already easing the restrictions."

Suzanne stood up. "Brenda, I'm leaving you in charge of entertaining Alan while the rest of us change clothes. You're dressed for the occasion." She smirked, since Brenda wasn't wearing anything at all, aside from her high heels. Suzanne and the others walked away.

Alan felt a bit awkward sitting there alone with Brenda, whom he certainly lusted after but still didn't know very well. He decided to strike a take charge pose, since he'd gathered that worked well with her, from the little he'd seen. "Stand up right next to me, Brenda. I want to inspect the goods."

"'The goods'?" she spluttered, indignantly. "I'm a human being you know, a real live woman! I'm not some kind of toy to play with!" But even as she said this, she stood and moved right next to him.

He acted completely undeterred by her complaint. "Is that so? You're a feisty little nude sexpot, aren't you?" He brought a hand up towards her pussy while his other hand groped at whatever was in reach.

She just stood there, trembling with lust, as he ran his fingers up through her rivulets of cum straight to their source. "Sexpot?" More like sex pet! YOUR sex pet!

But despite the fact that she was surging with lust, she still felt nervous and shy. Not knowing what to do with her hands, she put them on top of her head. But then she decided that was too suggestive, so she pinned them behind her back instead. In fact, that didn't change the effect very much. She was feeling so submissive that it just seemed the natural thing to do.

Encouraged by her deferential pose, red face, and compliant attitude, he ran his index finger along her pussy lips and up to her clit. He touched it repeatedly as he said, "I think you ARE a toy to play with. My toy!"

She could feel her heartbeat pulsing in her pussy. She was a hair's breadth from a great orgasm. Oh please! "My toy?!" How fucking HOT is that?! Have mercy, please! I AM his toy! His sex toy! He IS my natural lord and master! But I can't just give in. I have to at least be 'uppity,' or he'll find me boring. But the urge to serve - and suck - is too strong!

She steeled her willpower and tried to get back to her "hard to get" stance. "What do you think you're doing?!" She complained as two of his fingers found their way inside her slit. "That's against Susan's rules!" However, she made no moves to prevent him from doing what he was doing to her.

"Are you going to complain? The rules are for the fashion show, and that hasn't started yet. Besides, I can stop at any time, if you like." His fingers began a pumping motion inside her slit.

Brenda tried to maintain a stern, uncaring attitude, but found her resolve melting almost immediately when he started to touch her. There was no hiding how incredibly wet she already was.

She was determined to give as good as she got and then some, so she grabbed at his erection though his loose jump-suit and said, "Two can play that game!"

She quickly found herself essentially holding his entire erection and balls in her hands, with only a thin layer of cloth in between. Gaaawwwd! So much cock to stro!ke! Superior, master cock!

She was a little bit taken aback by these latest development, as her hands seemed to be operating on their own, but again issued a bold challenge. As she started to stroke his erection through the fabric, she said, "Yesterday, I was too overwhelmed by everything. I nearly lost my mind, I was so overwhelmed and overjoyed while sucking your cock. But this time I'm gonna show you! So you'd better take care, buster. If I'm the one put in charge of tending to this baby, you'd better watch out!"

"Show me?" he asked. "Are you going to show me your tit-mountains? Because I can already see them. And feel them." He reached up and pulled on her erect nipples, stretching her tits forward.

She moaned like a bitch in heat. Oh, fuck! Too hot!

"Or will you show me your ass? I think I've got that pretty well covered too." His hands dropped behind her and firmly grabbed the globes of her ass cheeks. Then he brought one hand back to her front side so he could maul her tits and ass at the same time.

Brenda had to stifle a gasp. God, what is it about this kid?! Most other guys are intimidated by me, and the ones who aren't are arrogant jerks with clumsy hands. But Alan! He's just grabbing me like he owns me and it's an established fact! His touch, it's driving me crazy! It's like I'm a slave at a slave auction, and he's sizing up the merchandise. I'm nothing but a piece of meat! Why do I love it so?!

More lusty shivers ran through her as she pumped up and down his shaft. He's my natural master, that's why! I need him like I need air to breathe. I need him to RULE ME! If he doesn't accept that fact soon, and start using me sexually, I'm simply going to die!

But then she remembered her own hard-to-get approach, and tried to fight back. "Be careful what you ask for. I'll show you," she responded confidently, though it was mostly false confidence by this point. She pulled his drawstring loose and pushed his sweatpants down.

She wound up with both hands wrapped directly around Alan's fully exposed engorged cock. Oh God, YES! We meet again! She actually had a small orgasm just from the thrill of being able to touch and hold it.

He could tell that she had been momentarily distracted by a climax, even though she successfully managed not to cry out. While she was still recovering, he taunted her, "Are you just going to hold it or do you know what to do with one of those?"

She began to jack him off in earnest. Shit! I can't blow it. I'm all alone here - just me and his magnificent snake. This could be my biggest, best chance tonight, if I want to wind up with a face full of cum later!

Even though she was still reeling from her orgasmic high, she tried her best to employ some skilled moves on his pole while subtly jiggling her tits. Ha! My secret weapon. Even Susan and Suzanne can't compete with me in the chest department.

"Let's see," he said, as he brought a hand back to her slit and slid two fingers into it. "The others have been gone for about a minute, and I'm fingerfucking your cunt while you're double-pumping my dick. It seems to me that I was pretty spot-on with my 'sex toy' comment. You're nothing but a big-titted sex toy."

"Shut your mouth. I am not!" She was getting increasingly flustered and aroused.

"You are too. You don't have any control at all. You're a sex toy slut."

"Am not!" Her hands continued to fly up and down his erection while his fingers drove deeper and deeper into her gash. She could feel yet another orgasm coming on already.

"Well then, why are you jacking me off?"

I AM very much a sex toy - HIS sex toy! His sex PET! And it feels soooo good! But mindful of her "play hard to get" plan, she wouldn't admit that out loud. She said lamely, "Um, I'm just... It's to help you with your, uh, medical problem."

"Thanks, but if that's all you're doing, I'm good. You can let go now." He gently but firmly took her hands away while leaving his erection completely exposed. However, his hands went back to vigorously fondling her curves.

She was rendered speechless. She couldn't believe he could have that level of self-control to turn down a handjob and probably more. She thought he was taunting her, but in fact he was worried that he was getting too close to cumming.

She wanted to prove that she had self-control too, so she kept her hands away from his throbbing hot cock. She closed her eyes and tried not to get too excited while he continued exploring seemingly every inch of her body.

However, the plan didn't go too well for her. She opened her eyes only a couple of moments later. She could sense that she was already losing the battle of wills as his erection swayed and bobbed temptingly in front of her. Oh Jesus, sweet Jesus! I need that cock! In my mouth! In my cleavage! In my CUNT! Oh my god, I need to feel his cock boring its way balls deep into my needy ASS! Master, if you're trying to prove your control over me, it's working!

But what made the situation ten times worse for her resolve was the fact that she was extremely close to cumming again and he knew it.

She was finding it hard to think; she was in a la la land of pure arousal. Her entire body was squirming, evidence that she was about to explode. She only had a dim remembrance that she was trying to get the best of him. She prayed for the others to hurry up before she climaxed all over his probing fingers.

She gritted her teeth, and thought, I have to be strong! Remember my "position of strength" plan! I can't allow myself to think about his tower of cock, jutting out, calling to my lips and tongue! And I can't cum, even though I need to so damn bad! If I cum, that'll just prove that I'm nothing but his big-titted sex toy, just like he said. Which is exactly what I am, of course, but I can't let him know that yet. One of his busty playthings! He has so many! Oh God, I'm gonna cum just from thinking about it!

Meanwhile, the other women were still putting on their outfits. Because of the rule change prohibiting skin-on-skin contract, there was a flurry of last-minute changes to the planned outfits as well. The women all tried to wear items that technically covered their privates so Alan would be allowed to grope at them, but at the same time they tried to expose enough skin to entice him. See-through items like the one Brenda had arrived in were suddenly very popular, which they all noticed but didn't feel a need to mention to each other.

Alan could see that Brenda was like putty in his hands, and he decided to press his advantage some more. He avoided pumping her pussy or touching her clit for the moment, because he knew that would push her over the edge. Instead, he reached up and started playing with her huge tits.

Since he was leaning back comfortably on the sofa, she was forced to bend over to better accommodate him. The mere fact that she was doing that made her feel as much arousal as if she was getting royally fucked.

As he sank his fingers possessively deep into her tit-flesh, he said, "What was I saying? Oh yes. How you're a big-titted sex toy. But you're right, you're not just any big-titted sex toy, you're MY big-titted sex toy, aren't you?"

"NO! No, I'm not!" Brenda practically screamed with desperation. But in her mind, she thought, Who is this boy?! He's playing me like a fiddle! He knows the truth! It's like he can see inside my soul! How does he know my forbidden fantasies? And his hands! His hands! They're so powerful! In control!

"I'll tell you what, Brenda. 'Cos I'm a nice guy, I'll let you cum if you just admit what you really are." He let go of her completely.

"NoooOOOOoooo!" she whined. She brought her hands down to play with herself and get her much needed relief.

But he grabbed her hands by the wrists before she could reach her clit. He growled, "Hey! Did I give you permission to touch yourself there?"

She replied hotly, "Hey! You don't own me!"

He crooned suggestively, "Maybe not yet, but I will. Do you want me to spank you?"

Her resolve crumbled, because that sounded so arousing to her. "But I will!" "BUT I WILL!" Oh, fuck! I have to cum now! So bad!

She gave up trying to touch her pussy without his permission, and whined, "NOOO! Please! Let me touch it!"

"You're not a very good big-titted slut, Brenda. I want you to assume the position. Spread your legs wide." He waited until she did that.

Her face was practically cherry red as she assumed the position.

"Good. Chest thrust out, and hands laced together behind your back. Then I'll decide what to do with you."

Whimpering with need, she followed the rest of his instructions. Although her heart was pounding, her pulse seemed strongest in her cunt. God dammit! This is the worst! So much for playing hard to get. What a joke that was. He's got me acting just like one of his sex toys. No, I AM one of his sex toys! And that makes me so damn horny that I can't stand it! Look at me! This is total humiliation!

To be a toy, a pet, a possession... for a mere boy! The shame! Living to serve his cock, like Susan! WITH Susan! I'm a fully grown woman, but he's acting like he owns me! Which is probably going to happen. He just said as much! Oh, fuck! So hot!

"Cool beans!" That sounded like Amy, and it was.

Brenda's head whipped around to find where the new voice was coming from. To her horror, she saw Katherine and Amy standing and watching from across the room. She didn't know how long they'd been there, and didn't want to know.

"What'cha doin'?" Amy asked Alan casually.

He replied just as casually. "Oh, just playing with my latest sex toy. Problem is, she won't admit that's what she is. Brenda, I want you to spread your legs a little wider, thrust your chest out some more, and tell me, 'I'm Alan's latest big-titted, sex toy slut.' Not only will I let you cum, but I'll even let you play with my cock some more."

Brenda struck the pose he wanted, even though it made her look ridiculous in front of the others. She was writhing and wiggling about, dying to cum. She would have screamed her agreement to any and all of his demands but for the presence of the two teen girls.

Then he said, "Okay, nice. Now, put one foot on the coffee table and strike a sexy pose."

"Why?"

Suzanne had advised that he still needed to act dominant with her, and with his lust rising and his "Bad Alan" side coming to the fore, he found that easy and fun to do. He firmly proclaimed, "There is no why, except because I want it. Do it!"

Brenda hastily struck the new position. Her entire body was trembling with lust, especially due to his commanding demeanor.

However, she still hadn't said the line he wanted her to say. He pressed, "Well, I'm waiting. Don't you have something to say?"

Blushing practically from head to toe, she whispered, "Um, I'm uh... I'm... I can't say it!"

Walking closer, Katherine goaded her, "Oh come on already! You know you want it. Just admit it. Say it!"

Brenda felt completely defeated and humiliated as she began to speak the words. "Um, I'm Alan's latest big-tit-"

Katherine interrupted with an "Oh shit!" She paused. "Listen! Can you hear that? Clomping down the stairs! Mom and Suzanne are coming. Quick, Brenda, lower your hands and sit down. We don't wanna be caught breaking the rules already or Mom's gonna freak!"

"B-but..." Brenda stammered.

Actually, it wouldn't have been a big deal had Susan and Suzanne come in right then and seen what was happening. If anything, Susan probably would have been beside herself with lust watching Alan handle Brenda so assertively. But Katherine was feeling devilish and more than a little envious of Brenda, so she was yanking Brenda's chain.

Alan was feeling a little devilish too. The timing of the others coming down was such that it just seemed like the thing to do and delay Brenda's climax still further. He was a bit disappointed she didn't finish saying her pledge, but he knew he had her right where he wanted her in any case.

Brenda frantically sat down and tried to make herself presentable, but she was still practically out of her mind with the need to climax. She tried to show calm as Susan and Suzanne walked into view, but she was still panting heavily, and of course there was no hiding the fact that she was the only one naked.

Katherine quietly hissed to her, "Quick, get back to your penis-tending duties, or Mom is gonna get mad!"

Unthinkingly, Brenda resumed stroking Alan's cock. But she was so out of it that she did little more than spasmodically jerk it from time to time. She couldn't stop thinking about how she'd said "You don't own me," and he'd replied, "Maybe not yet, but I will." She wondered if he really meant it or if it was just sex talk. She felt like she'd fallen far down the rabbit hole as she contemplated being well and truly owned by another person.

Suzanne cocked an eyebrow at Brenda's heaving chest, but otherwise no one paid any special attention to her flushed, excited state. Everyone was too busy getting ready for the "show" to begin, and that level of obvious arousal had become par for the course.

Alan and the girls carried the dining room table into the living room; the heavy wooden table was sturdy enough for someone to stand on, so that would be the "stage." Someone put on a CD of KC and the Sunshine Band's greatest hits, and the song "That's the Way (I like It)" began.

Brenda was crushed to suddenly be left alone like that, especially since she'd just resumed her handjob when Alan had to get up to help with the heavy lifting. But the lack of contact while he helped with the table also allowed her to slowly regain her senses.

Within a minute or two, she remembered her goal of besting or at least equaling Alan sexually, and she renewed her vows to be strong. I don't know what got into me there, but I'm not gonna let it happen again, that's for sure! And to think that he almost got me to say that pledge. That was too close! Sure, I long to be one of his sex toys, but I can't let him know that! People are attracted to those who are mysterious and a challenge. I still need to play hard to get, at least as much as I can. I can't let myself get all hopelessly horny like that, or he'll think that I'm easy.

Brenda was so far gone into lust that she didn't realize how ironic her words were. Her effort to play hard to get was failing utterly.

Finally, everything seemed ready for the show. Amy ran off because she was the first to go on stage and wanted to make a big appearance.

Suzanne announced, "Before we start, we have to resolve who gets to stroke the famous Plummer family penis. I have a novel suggestion to up the stakes. If Alan finds an outfit particularly appealing, the person who wore it gets to stroke him. If he REALLY likes the outfit, that person gets to blow him. But only until the next winner comes along."

She was wearing a see-through nightgown. It was tempting, but nothing that could be counted as one of the official costumes.

"What if Katherine or Susan win?" Brenda asked. Alan had just returned to his seat next to her, but she was leaving his erection alone since the penis-tending responsibilities were still being sorted out. Besides, she needed the break to get her body to calm down somewhat.

Suzanne replied, "Since Alan made the punishment, he can choose to break it. If he wants to be a real hardass, he could just never pick them."

Susan practically clapped her hands with glee, while Katherine smiled from ear to ear. That gave them hope.

Brenda asked, "And who gets to hold and stroke him now, until the first winner?"

Suzanne replied, "Because Katherine and Susan are being punished, Amy's getting ready, and Brenda's already had some fun with him, I suppose it falls to me." She grinned an impish grin. "Sound good, Sweetie?"

"Sounds very good," he agreed.