Six Times a Day Pt. 37

Brenda accidentally pulled her mouth off of Alan's penis so she could scream her pleasure.

That caused Alan to shoot his seed all over her face. He shot rope after rope towards her nose.

"Cover me!" she cried. "Cover me in your cum! Drench me all over!" Her whole body trembled. She was just as excited as she'd been when she trembled downstairs earlier, and that was saying a lot.

Recovering somewhat, she eagerly licked up all the cum she could reach with her tongue, and then stuffed more in her mouth with greedy fingers. She'd never cum so hard or so often in one evening and her pussy was already sore before the big party had even started. But at the same time, she was wired with excitement and ready for more.

However, Alan said, "Leave the rest on, and that's an order. Some of the others may enjoy licking that off later."

In fact, Katherine couldn't resist scooping up and swallowing a particularly large gob that was about to fall from Brenda's chin. That still left quite a lot. Alan had given Brenda an unusually heavy load.

Brenda obeyed Alan's desire. His command to wear his cum, like everything else this evening, was like her ultimate fantasy come true and then some. She gushed, "Oh, Alan, darling! It's so good. Susan and Suzanne were so right - you're not a normal man. I'll admit that I was having some doubts about some crazy plans they were making for me earlier, but I was so wrong to even think. It's all so worth it. So worth it!"

Alan wondered what she was thinking, especially her comment about "crazy plans." He still didn't have a clue how far she'd gone.

She panted, "I'm too insolent. I'll never doubt them again. This is the most delicious nectar on Earth! More! Give me more! I want to swim in it!"

CHAPTER 4

Katherine frowned at Brenda's comments. "You wish. You're a one trick pony, Ms. Big Tits. You're the flavor of the week. You may give good head, but Alan doesn't love you. Hell, he doesn't even KNOW you. Next week he'll be playing with some other big-titted freak of nature and you'll be yesterday's news. But I'll still be here. I live right across the hall, as a matter of fact. So take THAT! Ha! He loves ME, his one and only sister! I'M going to be the one swimming in his cum long after he's completely forgotten your name."

"That's enough, Sis," Alan complained. "That was so rude."

Katherine covered her mouth with her hands. "Oh my God! Did I just say all that out loud? Shit. I thought I was just thinking." She truly didn't know she was voicing her thoughts out loud, but now that it was done she didn't mind terribly. Dumb, dumb, dumb! But at least it's good for Brenda to understand her place before she gets her hopes up too high. The stupid chubby cow.

Brenda appeared crushed. Her body withered even as Alan's penis finished going flaccid.

However, Alan tried to repair the damage. "Don't mind my sister. She's just jealous. She's all wrong. You won't be forgotten next week, not at all. In fact, we all want you to be a regular at our weekly card games and fashion shows from now on, don't we?" He stared intently at Katherine as he prodded again, "Don't we?"

Katherine got the message. "Yes, we do." But her voice was flat and forced.

Alan explained, "Brenda, you're a late comer to a very tight group. So there's bound to be some resentment. It's true that I don't know you that well, none of us do, but I have a good feeling about you. Yes, you've got the biggest rack I've ever seen, but you're not just a pair of tits in my eyes. For one thing, you seem like a fundamentally nice person, and I like your enthusiasm." He winked, "Not to mention your ass." Continuing more seriously, he said, "If you like our group, just hang in there and don't mind the slings and arrows. In time, Katherine and some of the others with jealousy issues will warm up to you."

Brenda blurted out, "Like your group? Like?! Alan, you have no idea!" She ardently wished Suzanne hadn't forbidden her from explaining everything that had happened downstairs in the last hour or so. "This is the most amazing, wonderful group of people I've ever met! I don't mind Katherine's comments because I'm sure I'm not worthy. I tried my best to fondle and suck, but how can I compare with the likes of Susan, Suzanne, Amy, and Katherine?"

As she said this last sentence, she looked at Katherine with complete adoration. While Brenda didn't know Katherine that well, her high opinion of her was nonetheless set if only because of Katherine's relations. Anyone who was the sister of Alan and the daughter of Susan was to be adored in Brenda's mind.

Katherine was completely taken aback, especially because Brenda was obviously sincere in adoring her. She didn't understand the intensity of Brenda's emotions, just as Alan did not. So she decided not to say anything for the moment.

Alan turned to Katherine. "Sis, look, I understand you're just a teen so I can't really blame you for being immature. But that was soooo juvenile! I mean, come on. I'm a teenager too but I don't blurt out that kind of stuff. That was downright mean."

"Brother, I'm reaaaally sorry. I thought I was just talking to myself. Imagine how much it would suck for you if all your thoughts about people were spoken out loud."

"Good point. But I have the sense to never say them out loud. I think you need to be punished. And since you offended Brenda, I think she's the one to punish you. Brenda, how would you like to give Katherine, say, twenty-five spankings?"

"Ummm..." Brenda looked worried.

"What? I'm sorry, you don't like the idea of spankings? I didn't realize."

"No, it's not that. In fact, I love the idea of spankings. I adore it. It's just, uh, really it was my fault. Can you spank me instead?"

"Huh? How's that? What did you do wrong? You come in here and passionately blow me for twenty minutes like it was your last act on Earth and then you feel like you did something wrong? No, you did great. Like I said, you're not some sexual flash in the pan. We want you in our group."

Brenda worried, But how much does he want me? Alan has no idea, does he? He just thinks he's going to see me a couple of times a week for these parties. He doesn't realize how much I need him! He needs to fill my holes every single day! Isn't that what masters do? I have to trust that Suzanne is going to make everything work out, but he probably doesn't want me for a sex slave at all! How CAN I compete with the loving ties the others share? I'll just have to try harder. More busty thrusting, more willing, more submissive! But on the other hand, maybe that's unfair to him. Am I being too clingy? I can't be clingy! I'm here to please, not cause trouble. He should set the pace. The last thing I want is to get between him and his sister. I'll just have to suffer silently in my need to have him, for now at least.

She said, "Well, uh, it's just that you want a spanking and I don't have the energy to give one. I came so hard and so good. And I already had some WONDERFUL cums downstairs before I came up here. I can hardly stand up, to be honest. So I thought I'd volunteer to receive the spanking. Actually, I insist. Won't you please spank me?" As tired as Brenda was, she got up, turned around, and bent over so she could visually offer Alan her wide ass.

Alan was startled by the sheer quantity of cum dripping down Brenda's thighs. But he shook his head. "That's not how it works. The idea's not to just randomly spank people. You're supposed to punish Katherine for the awful things she said to you. Would you like me to give the spanking to her in your place?"

"NO!" Brenda was appalled by the idea. In her mind, Katherine was one of the special people. The idea of causing such a person to be spanked was beyond the pale. She stood up and turned around to given Alan a pleading look. "Whatever happened, I'm sure it's my fault. I'm the one who got Katherine upset. If anyone should get spanked, it should be me."

She turned some more so she could thrust her ass in Alan's direction again. Despite the harsh words from Katherine, Brenda was still terribly aroused. Not only was she hoping for a repeat performance of how Alan spanked her the last time she was here, but she got off on the shameful feeling of wearing nothing but cum and heels while Alan and Katherine were fully dressed.

"Nonsense," Alan said firmly. "Anyways, I've kind of lost the spanking urge with all this talking. Katherine, please, promise me you won't get jealous about Brenda again. I just want everyone to get along and be friends."

Katherine privately fumed, And have us all smile mindlessly as we suck your cock. Right. Sorry pal, but I have feelings too. You can't just push me aside for this walking pair of tits. I won't go quietly. But changing her mood a bit, she continued thinking, However, we do have to all try to get along. If I make a big scene I'll just fall down in Alan's book. Brenda IS just a flash in the pan. None of us have any emotional connection to her and soon enough Alan will realize how sexually overcommitted he is. So I'll just wait it out and do my best to get along for now.

She forced a smile. "I'm sorry, Big Bro. Brenda, I'm especially sorry to you. You know how the mind works. People think all kinds of crazy things in passing but they don't mean most of it. I am a bit jealous about your curvy body compared to my flat one, but I'm sure that'll pass. Let's try again to be friends, okay?"

"Okay. Thanks. I do appreciate it. And I'm sorry again about butting in. I mean, here you were, happily slurping away on your brother's stiff meat and I come along and force you aside. Then, to add insult to injury, I take his big load on my face. A load that you'd worked to coax out. Even now, you have to watch all that tasty cum slowly dripping down my cheeks and nose. I feel horrible. It's just that Suzanne ordered me to come up here and do that. She probably didn't realize you were already going at it."

"Good point, Brenda," Alan said. "I hadn't thought of all that. These miscommunication things happen. Let's go downstairs and turn over a new leaf for the party. Okay? And I so much appreciate all the kindness and pleasure both of you have given me. Thank you. I'm such a lucky guy."

Katherine and Brenda left, but Alan stayed behind to finish up a few things first (not to mention wait for his penis to revive so he could make a big first impression).

He shook his head with wonder, and thought of Brenda, That is one crazy woman. I have a feeling I'm going to be seeing a whole lot more of her. She seemed as fanatically loyal as a puppy dog to me, and yet I hardly even know her. Weird. Plus, I have a feeling that she wasn't as tired as she made out but just actually likes the idea of being spanked. I mean, the look in her eyes made it seem like she was really into it. Weirder. Maybe she really got off on the spanking she got last time she was here?

This is so unreal I just want to hit myself and wake up. Maybe it's actually a good thing I got beat up at school today, because it painfully reminds me that I'm human after all and in fact I can lose badly. All this could disappear in a heartbeat if word somehow got out what we're doing.

Speaking of trouble, I can see more trouble brewing, thanks to Brenda's looks and attitude. Sis was practically seething. I've never seen her bitch like that, even if it was an accident that she spoke the words out loud. But on the other hand, it kinda turns me on to have them get all catty over me.

Ah well. Now it's downstairs to the party to see what other bizarro turns my life can take. I hope my penis rebounds quickly 'cos I can hardly wait to get down there. This is going to be a classic get together. Amy, Katherine, Susan, Suzanne, Brenda, AND Xania, all in one room at one time? Oh yeah! That's one for the all time beauty record books. Shit! Xania! I shouldn't have sent Brenda downstairs with a face full of cum. I wonder if she's here yet.

CHAPTER 5

Xania had arrived, which meant it was time for the poker party to really begin.

Alan and Katherine came downstairs together (Alan was dressed in nothing but a long white dress shirt and shorts while Katherine wore a nice formal outfit). They were met with an interesting sight.

Xania was dressed up the way a professional psychologist should be, and in fact was dressed only slightly more casually than she'd been during their appointment. She wore a tan blouse with matching jacket and skirt. The others standing around her in the front entrance way were dressed as if for a formal dinner (Susan had changed from her kimono at Suzanne's insistence).

But, in extreme contrast, Brenda was dressed in nothing but her sliver of a top, her G-string styled bikini bottoms, and high heels. That was tremendously embarrassing for her, especially considering that to her Xania was a complete stranger.

Worse, Brenda still had Alan's cum hanging all over her face. Not only that, but she interpreted Suzanne's earlier comment that she should keep her nipples uncovered whenever possible as a command from a new mistress, and so she now wore her black top in a lopsided fashion that kept both nipples free. It was almost worse than wearing no top at all, since it seemed such a crazy thing to do.

Nobody mentioned the cum or the top, not even Xania, which Brenda found most odd. But Brenda was aware of how strange she looked, and her face burned red with shame and desire. Nonetheless, she did her best. She kept her head held high and a smile on her face. Now that she considered herself Alan's pet, she thrust her chest out and kept her arms behind her back to further push her tits forward, assuming that he'd like that position the best.

In fact, it was so odd that Xania didn't say a word about Brenda that soon everyone was antsy, as if waiting for the other shoe to fall. Since almost none of them knew her real identity and persona, they half expected her to leave the house or burst into anger at any moment, and had she really been who she was supposed to be, she probably would have.

The tension grew until Amy spoke up. She couldn't figure out why no one was talking about the obvious and so she asked, "Xania, aren't you going to ask about Brenda? Geez! If I was in your shoes, I sure would."

"No, I'm not," Xania said calmly, and then returned to discussing an inane topic with Suzanne.

But Amy wasn't satisfied. She asked, "Why not? Don't you have any curiosity?"

"Sure, but I figure I'm here this evening like an anthropologist living with a foreign culture. I'd like to just be a fly on the wall and observe your fascinating sexual traditions first hand. If you want me to know something, I figure you'll tell me. I'm sure there's a good reason why this beautiful lady has cum all over her face, not to mention her... unusual attire." She couldn't help but grin a bit.

Brenda gasped in embarrassment, but forced herself not to cower or cover up.

Amy nodded in slight confusion at Xania's response, and surprisingly didn't tell her any more about Brenda. Neither did anyone else. Apparently they waited for Alan's lead, and he didn't say a word.

The group continued making casual small talk and then all assembled in the living room for the poker game.

Xania had some luggage because she was staying the night.

Alan carried her luggage away so he could be the last one into the living room. To a certain extent all the weeks of one sexual adventure after another had made him a bit jaded, but now he pranced about with glee as he lugged the luggage.

He knew great things were going to happen. He thought, Looking at those women in the foyer all dressed up so fancily, you'd think a Tupperware party was about to begin or something. You'd never figure what raging sexual creatures they are. But I'll bet that within the hour, no, make that half an hour, all of them will be naked and begging for me to fuck 'em. I'm glad Brenda looks the way she does, or else I wouldn't believe what's about to happen. And Xania! God DAMN she's a hot firecracker! Hot damn, buckets of cum are going to flow tonight! Heh-heh-heh!

Finally entering the room, he took a look at the six women before him, who informally stood in a line for his benefit. Again, Brenda looked comically out of place with her cum-soaked face and nipples bared.

Alan whistled in appreciation at them all. "Hot damn, AGAIN! Pinch me I'm dreaming, again! Looking at the six of you there, it's like I'm looking at some kind of fantasy Amazon army. Valkyries maybe. With the exception of Brenda and Amy, all of you are just so damned tall. Right around six feet - I hear that's the height of all the supermodels. That alone is so amazing. And Brenda, you may not be that tall, but you more than make up for it in other ways. You know what this is like? This is like some kind of sexiest women of the world All Star team." He again conspicuously failed to mention or take special notice of Brenda's cum-drenched appearance.

Alan was just speaking his mind, but the words buttered up all the females and got them in the mood for the game. Most of them preened and posed, and thrust out their tits just like Brenda.

Only Xania played it cool, and stood apart.

Susan brought out the wine and liquor - she considered it part of her motherly duties to make sure Brenda and especially Xania got drunk to guarantee that Alan could have his way with them. As she served Alan she whispered in his ear while obviously referring to Xania, "Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker. Go get her, Tiger! I want to see you do her on the table in front of everybody!"

However, now there was an awkwardness. The problem was Xania. Alan frankly had no idea how she'd respond once things started to get really sexual. On one hand he'd fucked her not long after meeting her, so he figured she was amenable to sexual games. Furthermore, she wasn't blinking an eye at Brenda's strange appearance. But on the other hand she was dressed quite formally, and had a very formal manner. The others had no idea that she'd had sex with him (except for Katherine, who'd been there and took part). Despite Susan's confidence in his seduction skills, he didn't know what was going on and that bothered him.

He pulled Xania aside and said, "Before we start, can I speak to you for a minute?"

She readily agreed and the two of them walked into another room to speak in complete privacy.

Alan immediately said, "Xania, it's good to see you, but I'm confused. Are you here as a psychologist, or just a social visit, or what? What's this anthropologist angle?"

She gave a wry smile. "I'll let you guess what I'm doing."

"Now, Xania, we can't have that. It's too weird and no one will know how to act. Let me be bold with a proposal. I want to fuck you again, and I think you want to be fucked again or you wouldn't be here. Am I right?"

Xania didn't speak, but her eyes sparkled with mischief.

Alan knew he was right. He continued, "Here's my plan. Things are going to get sexual with the card game. Veeeery sexual. But I want you to pretend that you're disturbed by it all. Disturbed, but not so much to actually leave or force anyone to stop. And I'll slowly make more advances until I fuck you. How does that sound?"

Xania couldn't help but tease, "Kiddo, you sure are full of yourself."

Alan quickly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for a kiss.

She was surprised at first, but quickly relaxed and joined in a delightful tongue duel. Thanks to her exceptionally long tongue, she was a natural expert kisser and had further honed her skill from years of practice.

Meanwhile, Alan's hands were busy. Despite her formal attire, he had one hand inside her blouse and pinching a nipple and the other inside her panties and working on her clit even before they came up for breath.