Now that things were loosening up, Suzanne brought up Alan's cryptic comment about how the cake was made.
Somehow, Susan found herself telling the story about what they'd done with the frosting the night before, even though she'd been determined not to tell anyone about it. Actually, Alan ended up telling most of the frosting story because Susan became too mortified to go on. By the time he'd ended the story, everyone felt even more aroused, and hungry too.
No one, not even Suzanne, had gotten into sexual play with food before, which left the other women keen on trying it out immediately. But propriety stopped them from doing anything more than making jokes about eating bananas or carrots and such.
Alan wondered silently what might have transpired had they all had a big bowl of frosting to play with at that moment. It seemed like a lost opportunity.
In truth, it wouldn't even have taken a bowl of frosting for an orgy to break out - he just needed to take charge. But he didn't know that, so the moment passed.
Had he been as observant as Suzanne, he would have noticed that all the women but Suzanne were furtively playing with their pussies through their clothes under the table, and even Suzanne would have done so except that she was sitting right next to Alan where he could see her lap. In his defense, the women were being very, very cautious, for fear of getting caught. The only obvious clue was the way that each of them had an arm angling down into their crotches.
The frosting story and the other accounts affected Brenda greatly. She'd thought a lot during the week about her upcoming card game, and in particular about Alan and what the women were doing with him. She was remarkably aroused by it all. Curiously, she found that her thoughts of Susan sexually helping Alan aroused her most of all. She found herself attracted to Alan so strongly that it disturbed her.
Many of her feelings were a projection of new forbidden feelings for her own son Adrian, feelings that hadn't even existed consciously in her mind until the discussions that had occurred at the Plummer house the week before.
Yet she found herself flummoxed by her attraction to Susan's son. Here I am, a buxom, gorgeous woman who's in the process of collecting millions of dollars in a divorce settlement, and of all the people in the world I'm attracted to, it's an eighteen-year-old boy, an ordinary teenager? He just made me cum in a strange house from the mere thought that he has the right to spank me. That shouldn't happen. That's absurd!
Perhaps it's just a momentary amusement until my son graduates from high school and I can get out of this boring town and go somewhere more exciting. That must be it. Something harmless to occupy my mind until the divorce papers come through. What I'd want is someone LIKE Alan, someone with his confidence and authority. But not actually him!
Dammit, I say that, but I know it's not true. The one I want is him! All the great things Susan and Suzanne say about him, all the orgasms he gives them, it's all true! Gaawwwd! If he really did strip me naked, pull me over his lap, and give me a solid spanking, I'd just DIE! I'd absolutely die! Fuck logic, fuck anyone else. I want him! I want THAT!
Despite her mental protests, the others saw her grow increasingly aroused again. Her breathing had become ragged and her cheeks flushed just from hearing the stories, and her orgasm hardly slowed her down. After the recounting of what Susan and Alan had done with the chocolate frosting, she was the epitome of "hot and bothered," with her chest heaving like she was on a swing.
Suzanne deemed the time ripe to push their new friend a little further, so she turned the discussion back to one of their favorite topics that evening: the trials and tribulations of having big boobs. Soon, she asked, "By the way, Brenda, just how big are your breasts anyway? Do you think we could measure them? I was thinking you could take your top off, to get an accurate number, and then Alan could do the honors."
That suggestion came too abruptly for Brenda; her tits were a very sensitive subject. She got quite upset. "NOBODY here is measuring or touching my breasts in any way! Is that clear? I've heard of being casual in talking about sexual matters, but this is too much! I'm beginning to think that maybe you're all trying to take advantage of me after all. I don't know what your angle is exactly, but whatever it is, I'm not playing!"
Suzanne thought, Shit. I should have been a little more subtle. I figured she'd be so damn horny that I could say or do anything and she wouldn't care. Obviously not! But just look at her. Long white gloves, black stockings halfway up her thigh, a micro miniskirt, those piercing dark blue eyes, and most of all, that braless white top that exposes her cleavage and exaggerates the jiggle in her shaking boobs. She's just too sexy; it's seriously fogging my brain! I'm always trying to get other people to fall prey to lust, but now my efforts are boomeranging back on me.
Katherine unexpectedly took over and spoke up. "Brenda, we don't have an 'angle.' It's just that we're a highly sexed household lately, as you can tell. This is all very new to us - we don't even know what we're doing most of the time. Isn't it fun to talk about sexy stuff? It's especially fun to talk to someone from the outside, to get a new perspective. There's really nothing more to it than that. If you want us to stop, then we'll stop talking about these things."
She waited for a reaction from Brenda, but there wasn't one, so she continued, "But I think you've been enjoying these conversations as much as the rest of us. Wasn't Mom's story about the chocolate frosting a hoot? Or Suzanne's story about showing my big brother some porn and then giving him his first blowjob? Or my-"
"Okay, okay, okay!" Brenda replied testily. "Fine. You're right. I'm sorry. I don't know why, but I have a very short temper, especially lately. I've been under a lot of stress, thanks to my pending divorce. I get particularly annoyed when anyone tries to touch my body, especially my breasts. I've had to deal with unwanted groping for years."
Katherine joked, "Sounds like it's a touchy subject for you."
Brenda couldn't help but chuckle at that, but she recovered quickly.
Suzanne said to Brenda, "Then forget it. My apologies. I just thought it would be interesting to see with our own eyes just how big they were, but it's a minor matter. I keep thinking of Alan ripping your top off and then sinking his hands deep into your tit-flesh. I was just curious how much of your tits he could cup and knead when he does that, compared to when he does it to me. But never mind. Let's get back to more important things. Who's dealing?"
Suzanne knew those words would push Brenda's buttons, but she didn't know if they'd make her angrier or more aroused. She soon found out.
Brenda spoke in a contrite voice. "Before we do that, if you'll excuse me, I have to use the bathroom. I'll just be a minute."
Brenda went to the bathroom, but she was there much longer than a minute. Once there, she frigged herself madly, and also pulled her top up so she could get to her humongous breasts and wantonly play with them while imagining Alan was doing that to her. Why did Suzanne have to say that?! I mean, I'm not THAT attracted to Alan. But if he were to hold and squeeze my tits like I'm doing, just like this... HNNG! Or what if he really did spank me for being disobedient and wearing panties? Jesus! That's too fucking HOT! It's like he can read my mind and knows that nothing gets me hotter than being spanked hard!
She mauled her tits very roughly. What if he knows about my spanking weakness? He must know by now! He's so clever. All those stories where he gets his sluts to strip and kneel and SUCK! That'll be me soon, one of his big-titted sluts! Always endlessly bobbing and even choking on his perpetually stiff cock! And he'll keep my ass nice and red with his stern hand too, I'm sure! HNNG! UNGH!
Oh! It's not fair! I haven't had sex for ages, and everything in this house is far too arousing! Like that, Alan! Yank and twist my nipples!
She kept at it until she came. She focused mostly on her tits, but it was her fingers on her clit that sent her over the edge.
Her climax ended rather quickly since she was so hot to trot to begin with, but the harder part was cleaning herself and the bathroom afterward. Since her panties were totally soaked, she had to wash them, and then dry them at least somewhat with a towel.
The fact is, I've been sorely tempted to bare my breasts for him all night long. With the way my top gives no support and keeps my titties constantly bouncing, I just wanna rip the damn thing off and be done with it already! I'm so horny tonight that it actually scares me! Just the way he stares intently at me makes me weak in my knees. I don't want him ogling all those other hotties, dammit; I want him ogling me! He needs to remember that MY tits are the biggest and the best! If anyone is deserving of being one of his sluts, it's ME!
But everyone else is in control. There I go again with my wild fantasies. My slutty body betrays me again. If people knew how easily I can cum... Well, having that climax will allow me to control my lust, at least for a while. Phew!
