Six Times a Day Pt. 16

The fact was, she was sorely tempted to bare her tits for Alan, and her eagerness to do so frightened her and caused an overreaction in the other direction. Having the climax allowed her to control her lusts, at least for a while.

CHAPTER 4

The card playing resumed, along with the talking and drinking. As the time went by, Brenda found her willpower weakening again.

What really did her in was when Alan said, "If you'll excuse me, I've been hard so long this evening looking at all you lovely ladies that my member is really straining my shorts. Brenda, would you mind if I take it out and give it some air? It's so cramped in there."

He'd wanted to do that from much earlier in the evening, but had restrained himself because of Brenda. However, he couldn't hold out any longer. His penis was in serious pain from being hard and unrelieved for several hours.

Before Brenda could answer, Katherine shouted, "Woo-hoo! Whip it out, BIG Brother! Brenda, today is your lucky day!"

Susan said in what sounded like a reasonable voice, "Angel, really. We shouldn't force Brenda to see it, that would be terribly improper. Perhaps if I hold it with both hands..."

Then Suzanne said gently in a whispery rasp, "Sweetie, wouldn't it be better if somebody blew you? With Susan getting all of it yesterday, and me having a turn earlier, I think it's your sister's turn next."

Alan answered, "Thanks for pointing that out. Yes, Sis, you're next. But I think I overdid it yesterday. I'd like to just let it hang out a little. Would that be okay, Brenda?"

Everyone looked at Brenda, and she coughed nervously. "Um, it's not my house. I'm just a guest. So, whatever you want to do, I'll try to respect your rules and traditions." In reality, she really wanted to see this much-praised penis, but was attempting to hide her enthusiasm.

Alan for his part just wanted to see Brenda's tits exposed, and had been planning his own schemes ever since Suzanne suggested the measuring idea. So without further ado, he unzipped his shorts and bounced his rigid penis onto his thigh.

Brenda gasped. Jesus! That IS a nice one! So big!

The other three women merely licked their lips, as they were very accustomed to the arousing sight of Alan's penis. They looked at Brenda with "Didn't we tell you so?" smug faces.

Since Alan was sitting next to Brenda, she leaned over and placed her face within two feet of his crotch to get a really good look.

She found herself saying, "It IS bigger and thicker than a normal penis. I've never had one like THAT in me before." She then put her hands over her mouth and blushed when she realized what she had said. She shyly added, "If you'll excuse me. I'll be back in a jiffy."

Brenda walked to the bathroom in a slow and dignified manner, but as soon as she entered inside, she nearly ripped her panties off, and eagerly frigged herself. The others could hear quite a few muffled but loud squeals originating from the bathroom. After another abnormally long stay there, she returned and resumed playing cards, trying to act calm. But her attention was on the penis next to her and not on the game. This time, her bathroom masturbation didn't quench her desires but only enflamed them.

So, after another ten minutes or so, when Alan lifted his penis up and idly stroked it, Brenda's eyes nearly popped out of her head. The fact that the other three women were talking among themselves about how delicious his cum tasted didn't help matters for her. Nor did it help when Brenda looked at the other women's faces one by one, and each one deliberately ran their tongues around their mouths, just for fun.

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

It had only been fifteen minutes since Brenda's last bathroom trip, but she declared she had to go again. Her claim was that she had the runs, but by now everyone knew exactly what she was doing. If anyone still wasn't wise to her actions, the screams from the bathroom certainly made them clear. The others all giggled as the intense screams grew louder and louder but then came to a sudden halt. Brenda obviously was not quiet during her orgasms.

Brenda combed her hair and reapplied some light makeup, but she nonetheless reappeared at the card game looking quite disheveled. She'd cum so much that she didn't know what to do with her panties. Since she had neglected to bring a purse where she could have placed them, she was forced to wear the now incredibly drenched panties. She'd given up her futile attempts to wash and then dry them with each bathroom visit. She made wet, squishy sounds every time she moved about in her chair.

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 penis being jacked off and not at the game. Every now and then she caught a quick glance at her cards to maintain pretenses, but then she returned her full attention to his throbbing erection and the talented female fingers working their way up and down it.

Even though Katherine had a hand pumping on Alan's penis, in fact she was paying more attention to the card game than Brenda was. It was as if her hand was working on autopilot. She was pondering her cards when Alan muttered, "Oh no."

Before anyone realized what was happening, Alan's penis started shooting its seed. This was the danger of being jacked or sucked off for extended periods, staying right on the edge most of the time. There was always the danger that the edge could be unexpectedly crossed at any moment.

The penis was pointed in no direction in particular, and long ropes of cum flew through the air. Susan happened to be nearby, and leaned out so the ropes could hit her in the face.

Brenda had yet another climax of her own as she watched Alan's cum soak Susan's beautiful face. She'd never seen anything so arousing in her entire life, not even sex acts that she'd been directly involved in. It was the mother-son incest that turned her on the most. She loved the way Susan was so relaxed, positively luxuriating in the cum bath.

Susan in fact was quite delighted by the unexpected cum-drenching, but she was far less pleased with her daughter. When the climax was over, she got positively angry.

"Katherine Anne Plummer, I'm very upset with you. We trust you with his penis, and look what happens!"

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"Sorry? You wasted half of a precious load. You could have wasted the whole thing had I not acted quickly." Susan was rubbing the cum into her cheeks as she spoke.

"Mom, it's really my fault," Alan piped up.

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 women to take care of such things. This is part of the job of the penis tender. Angel, you can't lose focus. You were more interested in the card game than your brother's cock! You have to concentrate intently on pleasing his penis at all times, even while doing other things. I'm going to think twice before giving you control in such a situation."

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

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 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.

Brenda just stared with a gaping mouth at the cum slowly dripping down Susan's face. Alan had shot a big load so there was still plenty of cum on Susan's face even after all of Susan's nibbling. Brenda was so aroused by that that she had trouble not hyperventilating.

Susan still seemed cross about the whole event, but within minutes Suzanne's pumping hands had Alan's penis hard again. That calmed Susan down, as she saw that his penis was being well taken care of again. The card game continued.

For Brenda though, the sight of Alan's quick revival was too much for her to take. She again excused herself to the bathroom to "powder her nose." It took even longer for her to return than the previous trips.

The others all joked about what Brenda was doing while she was gone, especially since this time, the sound of Brenda cumming in the bathroom could practically be heard blocks away.

With their guest gone for many minutes, Susan lectured Katherine more extensively on the responsibilities of tending to Alan's penis.

Meanwhile, Suzanne thought that sucking on Alan's penis might be too much action too soon for Brenda to see, so she had a lengthy cocksucking session every minute Brenda was in the bathroom. After about ten minutes, Brenda came back. Suzanne had intended to switch back to slowly jacking him off when she heard the bathroom door open, but failed to notice until Brenda was already standing there with a shocked and lusty expression on her face.

It was clear that she knew everyone else knew exactly what she had been doing. There was no way not to know, if only from the piercing screams. But everyone maintained polite fictions (Katherine did make the cheeky comment, "Wow, I've never seen such a well-powdered nose," but Suzanne elbowed here in the ribs).

Brenda didn't seem to mind the knowing looks. She was seriously blissed out. She was fairly drunk from the wine they'd been steadily drinking, but she was even drunker with an erotic high. Ironically, she was also somewhat pissed off because she was used to being the center of attention when it came to sex, but it was clear that Alan would have been just as aroused if she wasn't even there.

Suzanne still was on a crusade to see Brenda's boobs exposed, and so was Alan, though the two were operating independently of each other. Suzanne deemed it time to bring up the tit measuring idea again. She asked, "By the way Brenda, you know when it was mentioned before that we should measure your breasts, I forgot to just ask what your size was. What bra do you wear, anyway?"

Brenda smiled proudly. "I'm a double-F."

"Double-F?!" Suzanne said incredulously. "But you're so short! You're like six inches shorter than me, and you're saying you're that big?"

"Yep," Brenda said with eyes closed and just a touch of smugness.

Alan asked, "What's a double-F exactly? I know the scale up to about an E, and then I get lost."

Suzanne replied, "It goes D, then double-D, then E, then F, and then double-F. Then G. I don't know why some letters get double, and others don't, but there it is." Her hand pumping on Alan's shaft was becoming tired, so she switched hands.

Alan mentioned, "I know double-D. That's how big Dolly Parton and Pamela Anderson are. What's everyone else?"

Suzanne hefted up her tits with one hand while making long strokes on his slicked up shaft with the other. Somewhat surprisingly, she and everyone else still wore all their clothes. "I'm an E, Sweetie. So is your mother. We're exactly the same. Amy is a D, but she might have to move up to a double-D soon. We're late bloomers in our family. Katherine, I assume you're a D as well?"

"Yeah," 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.

Alan said to her consolingly, "Hey, D is great. That's equal to or better than just about every famous movie actress." But he couldn't help turn to Brenda and say, "But double-F? That's just crazy. There's no way. You're telling me you're three sizes larger than Dolly Parton? She's already impossibly stacked."

"Yeah," Brenda pointed out, "but she's like five feet tall, if even that, so they seem a couple sizes bigger. The height is important. Your mother and Suzanne look more like double-D's except they're so tall that they're actually even bigger than that."

"But double-F? Come on! You're not that tall either."

Brenda loved being the center of everyone's sexual attention, finally. "Hey, honey. If you don't believe it, measure them yourself."

"Believe me, I'd like to. But you said earlier that you hate being touched. You practically walked out on us."

"I changed my mind." Brenda was panting heavily again, as her eyes stayed glued to Alan's erection, especially the sight of Suzanne's hand slipping and sliding up and down on the copious pre-cum. Suzanne had her face near his stiffness, and she was licking an imaginary penis in the open air. Clearly Suzanne was just managing to hold off from shoving the penis deep in her mouth. Brenda was fascinated by the obvious enthusiasm displayed by the normally jaded Suzanne.

Brenda continued, "Uh, I mean, I don't want you to think I'm a liar. So if you feel that strongly about it, then go ahead." She added, breathlessly, "Do whatever you have to do to me."

Everyone happily agreed that Brenda should be measured. Susan ran off to get the tape measure. Meanwhile the whole group moved into the living room.

Brenda sat up on a coffee table. She asked huskily, "Where would you like me, Alan? Would you like me like this?"

She spread her legs wide. That made Alan wonder, What's she sitting like that for? It's not like I'm measuring her pussy. Dang!



Her miniskirt naturally rode up to her waist to accommodate her spread legs. That put her white panties on prominent display. She was so drunk (though more on lust than alcohol) that she didn't seem to know or care what she was showing. She presumably wouldn't have wanted anyone to see just how soaked her panties were. She was leaking so copiously that she created a small puddle on the table after sitting there just a couple of minutes.

The smell of pussy filled the air. Everyone was very wet between the legs now, especially Suzanne who had managed to secretly cum several times by touching her clit. But the pungent smell of Brenda's sex overwhelmed all others.

Alan also wondered about her wording. She said, "Where would you like me?" Is this some not so subtle signal? She's spreading her legs for me, and she seems to only want me to measure her, not anyone else. I wish I was braver.

Mom said I should just be a real man and take control of a woman. On the other hand, Brenda's the moody type. If we go too far, she may never want to talk to us again, and there's no way I want that. I have to keep seeing this improbably proportioned woman. And with such a cute face! It's almost like a baby face at times. No way am I going to mess this up. Just imagine if I could fuck THIS piece of ass. Wow. I'm going to take it real easy, and let her take the lead so she can't complain.

Alan was so busy thinking that he didn't get around to answering her question. But it didn't really matter. Brenda appeared lost in her own blissful world.

Suzanne took advantage of the pause in the conversation and action to lick Alan's penis head for a minute or two.

Susan returned with the tape measure and handed it to Alan. He coughed, and then said, "Uh, Brenda, before we start, it would be better if you take your top off. 'Cos, you know, the fabric is pretty thick and it might mess up the results."

"Better?" she asked dumbly, as she tried to focus on his words. "Ah, yes. Better without the top. I agree. Here goes!"

She removed her top, but it took some time since she was drunk and the top was tight. She struggled with pulling it over her head, but that just gave Alan a great chance to see her bare chest shake for the first time.

Then she took off her long gloves, though there was no measurement need for that. She put her hands on her miniskirt, and seemed to have a mind to take that off, too. But then her hands stopped moving and just lingered there, holding the hem of her skirt.

She finally looked up and laughed.

Alan and the others all stared at her naked chest in pure amazement. She was accustomed to such stares, even though very few were lucky enough to actually see her topless. Suzanne's wanton excitement could be seen by the way she was now frantically pumping on Alan's rod.

Brenda had forgotten about Alan's exposed penis when she started undressing. But with Suzanne's hands enthusiastically slapping and squishing along his slickness, Brenda's eyes drifted downward, causing her to gasp again.

Alan could hear Brenda mutter, "Snake ... the big snake..."

Alan's eyes followed Brenda's down into his own lap. He also was a bit surprised to notice that he was being jacked off. He was somewhat drunk, like everyone else, and over the course of the evening his penis had been either held, lightly fondled, jacked off, or sucked off. He often lost track exactly what was happening to his penis at any given moment. The only thing he knew for sure was that he felt good all the time all evening long.

CHAPTER 5

Brenda stared at Alan's crotch, and everyone else stared at her chest. Alan pretended as if his penis wasn't sticking straight out from his body. He was the first to break the spell when he said, "Brenda? Um, I guess it's time to do the measuring. Are you ready?"

"I'm ready, Alan. I'm ready for you. Do it to me." She cupped her boobs enticingly.

Alan noticed her body shudder. He looked back down at her crotch which was still spread wide open, and revealed more juices squirting out of her hole. Her thoroughly soaked panties were nearly invisible and hid nothing.

He brought the tape measure up to her chest and put it around her back, but aside from that he didn't know what to do. He felt intimidated to actually touch her gargantuan tits, so he just held both ends of the tape measure away from them. He fidgeted and then asked, "What am I supposed to do now?"

Suzanne rushed to his rescue. She was glad for an opening where she too could grope Brenda's tits. "Here." She put her hands over his and guided his hands down. "You measure her below the boobs and then right across the nipples."

She brushed her fingers across Brenda's nipples as if she had to do that for Alan to understand.

Brenda shuddered.

"The bra size is based on the number of inches difference from here to here, less five inches. A B cup is two, which is seven inches less five, a C cup is three, i.e., eight inches less five, et cetera. Measure from here to here like this." Suzanne lightly brushed Brenda's remarkably extended nipples a couple more times, just because she could.

Suzanne's hands then guided Alan's hand to where he needed to take the first measurement, and then she let go and reattached herself to his penis. She remained pressed into Alan's side, with one hand on Brenda's shoulder (Brenda was so drunk she was in danger of falling, even though the drunk was mostly because of sheer lust). Herother hand was stroking Alan's rod.

Brenda, who had her eyes glued to Alan's crotch anyway, again noticed Suzanne's performance on his erection. But she asked, as if she hadn't seen anything up until now, "Wh-wh-what are you d-d-d-doing, Suzanne?"

Suzanne explained in her sultry and rough voice, "Your tits seem to have made him even more excited than before, so he needs extra help. His medical needs, you know. After all, it is my turn. If you mind, just let me know and I'll stop."

"No!" cried Brenda and Alan at once.

Alan meanwhile did the first measurement and then placed the tape measure directly over her chest. But he still hesitated and avoided touching her.

"Just touch them already!" Brenda herself complained. "I want you to. I don't bite."

"I thought you got annoyed when-"