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With a whistle from her mother, Amy was given the signal that it was time to be the first act. The lights were dimmed and then brought back to full brightness with Amy already on the stage in the middle of the living room.
Suzanne sat next to Alan, happily stroking up and down his erection with fingers coated with K-Y Jelly.
Brenda grabbed the other prized spot on the sofa next to Alan. Although she was no longer on the edge of a great climax, she was still close, and she longed to be the one to replace Suzanne next. She thought to herself, If I'm going to get the best of this cocky boy, I've got to make him cum! I've got to have him eating out of MY hands, instead of the other way around.
But in fact, she didn't care much about her resolve anymore and mostly just wanted to hold and stroke his dick. She was much more interested in watching and learning from Suzanne's ever-changing fondling methods than whatever was happening on the "stage."
Amy wore a neck-hugging black latex dominatrix outfit. This particular outfit left her ass and pussy bare, but her tits (barely) covered. She wore black boots that went up to mid-thigh, and black gloves that went halfway up her upper arm.
Like the other women that evening, Amy got up on the dining-room-table "stage" to perform. Masturbating, fondling, and contorting one's body into dramatic positions was highly encouraged. Amy did all that, timing her movements to the disco music playing on the stereo.
Alan was impressed by her performance. Amy is really learning how to flaunt herself. She's a quick learner. Her face looks so much more sultry and experienced than it ever did before. Is that just because I fucked her last night? Or is it because she's being more honest now and not pretending to be so clueless?
Picking up from where the last fashion show left off, talking was highly encouraged too. Amy gave a running dialogue of just how she was feeling, as all the women would do when it was their turn on the stage.
Amy's vocals were much more sultry and serious than the "gosh" and "wow" dialogue she normally spoke in. She sat up on her knees and ran her hands all over her body. "Beau, I feel soooo horny. You made me into a woman last night. A real woman. You popped my cherry. Now I want to thank you. I want to make you feel good. So good."
She brought her hands down and focused on her open, shaved pussy. "I want you to fuck me again. Fuck me hard! Stuff your fat thing right up my tight hole and make me scream. Beau, I just love to scream your name, especially when your thingy is pounding deep inside me. My boyfriend! My beau! Let Mom and me suck you off together. Or, better yet, fuck your official girlfriend first and then fuck my mom! Then fuck us both together! You can be in the middle of a super yummy Pestridge sandwich! I know you'd like that."
Amy winked at Suzanne knowingly.
Suzanne's mouth dropped open in surprise. She wasn't used to seeing Amy like this, but she didn't say or do anything. She thought as she pumped on Alan's prick, I have to have that talk with Amy soon. I need to straighten her out on some things. I have my limits, even when it comes to pleasing my Sweetie. I am NOT going to writhe around all over my own daughter while the two of us suck and fuck him at the same time. No way. That is such a slippery slope to real incest, especially with my cutie Honey Pie looking so fuckable and me feeling so horny for women lately. Too dangerous! I can't even believe I just called her fuckable!
Amy turned around and bent over, presenting her ass high in the air. "Fuck me up the ass, boyfriend! You think my cunt is tight? Try my ass. It's even tighter! I don't even know if you can fit your fat monster cock in there. But I'm ready. It's quivering, just waiting to be poked by you."
There was a collective gasp of shock and surprise from everyone in the room except Alan. And he was so stunned he momentarily forgot how to breathe.
She wiggled her butt at him enticingly. "You think my mother's hands on your thingy feel good right now? That's nothing compared to how good you'll feel when you give it to me up my back door! You're a sex machine, Beau. I know it. I want it. I've got to have it. You're the only one I ever want, so give it to me. Up the ass!" Using both hands, she temptingly teased her buttocks apart. "In here. I want your cock right in here!"
Suddenly she turned back around and pulled the black latex top off her breasts. "Or fuck my tits. Do you want them? I give them to you. I give my whole body to you. My body is yours now."
Those words got Brenda's full attention. Brenda imagined that she was the one saying them instead of Amy. Yes, Master! I belong to you, body and soul!
Amy contorted her body in sexy poses, showing off the athletic flexibility that made her a talented cheerleader. "Do anything you want to me, anytime. Anywhere. Fuck me in class! Fuck me right in the middle of school, up the ass. I'll take every inch and beg for your creamy cum to completely fill me up! I'll dress like this to school tomorrow, and so will Kat. Everyone needs to know that all our holes are open for you, any time! Then you can fuck us both in front of the whole school."
She sat down and spread her legs as widely as humanly possible, showing off her needy, swollen pussy lips. "And don't stop there! Fuck the whole cheerleader team, one after another, right in front of everybody! Everyone in school needs to know that you control the whole cheerleading squad with your excellent fucking. Everyone has to know what a great fucker you are! Fuck the team one by one in front of a school assembly!"
Each woman imagined that Amy was offering her body exclusively to her. Each of them, including Suzanne, imagined having sex with Amy, though Suzanne was unwilling to admit what was making her so aroused. Brenda and Susan had big issues with lesbianism in theory, but in the heat of the moment those reservations were forgotten. Amy was carrying the day and blowing everyone away with her raw sexuality.
Amy, still on her knees, suddenly leaned far back, arching her back until her head touched the table behind her. "Or you can fuck my mouth. Sit on my face and fuck my mouth just like it's another pussy. Do it here, do it in school, do it anywhere! Do it in me. Do it on me. Do it all over me! Let me deep throat you. Make the back of my throat a second cunt..."
Amy had no intention of stopping once she got started. Nor did any of the other women during their turns. Amy was working herself up into a lather, along with her audience.
So Suzanne took on the additional responsibility of keeping time and limiting each woman to five minutes on stage. Actually, sometimes it turned out to be less than five minutes, because sometimes whoever the "cock tender" was would call time out if Alan got too close to a climax. But that would rarely happen because the five minutes spent changing would usually leave him alone long enough to calm down so he could get excited all over again.
When time was finally called on Amy, she got down off the stage and went a few feet forward until she rubbed right up against Alan's lower legs.
Now was his time to "inspect the uniform." Since her uniform covered part of her tits, it was "legal" for him to touch her there, and he spent most of his attention on her twin peaks. But from the very beginning, the no-touching rule was very loosely enforced, and he did cup her pussy and ass a little bit when Susan wasn't paying close attention.
All the while, Suzanne continued to stroke and stroke his turgid erection.
Alan said with genuine awe, "Wow, Amy, you really surprised me. I could hardly even recognize your voice. It's so low and sensual."
She was back in her usual voice now. "Cool! I've been practicing that voice, like they do on TV. I want to sound more husky and sensual like Mom does, not all high and squeaky. And the past couple hours I've been thinking of what I would say. I just hope I have something else to say in the next rounds, 'cos I kind of said all the super sexy stuff I could think of already. It's scary! But it's fun."
"Don't worry, you did great. And I'm sure you'll do even better as the evening goes on. Amy, you did so good, I think you win the full blowjob award."
"Goody!" She got on her knees before him in a flash and threw off the rest of her costume.
Susan stared at Suzanne's sliding, cummy fingers and the long pole they were curled around. She looked up at Alan's strained and panting face. "I don't know, Son. You're probably almost ready to blow after that performance."
In truth, he was near the cusp of orgasm already, but he was trying hard to hide it. He was willing to run that risk in order to feel even greater pleasure. "No, I'm still good, Mom. Don't worry. And you have to admit Aims deserves a special reward for increasing her fuckability so much. Hasn't she transformed from Miss Innocent to a total sexpot?"
Susan nodded while glancing again at Alan's cock. "Well, okay, that's a good point. But let's keep it to a minute before the break. Very good job, Amy. You do deserve a big, thick, cocky reward for that."
Amy tried to hold Alan's erection with both hands. However, most of the skin she was touching was her mother's, because Suzanne had yet to let go.
Amy bent down and waited patiently for a few moments for her mother to finally release Alan's cock. "Actually, it's not half as tough as I thought to say sexy stuff, 'cos it's all so true. I really, really want Alan to fuck me so bad. All I have to do is speak my mind." She began to lick the tip of his boner. "Gosh, it's so good! I really like the cherry flavor left by the KY Jelly." Then she swallowed his cockhead and attacked it like she absolutely had to get him off before her one allotted minute ended.
Alan thought to himself, I've always considered Aims passive. Always ready to go with the flow, but not an initiator. But now I'm learning she has very strong desires. There's a lot more to her than I've ever figured.
Brenda already found herself ruing that she was sitting next to Alan. She felt so close, yet still so far. It didn't help that Amy kept looking right at her as she slid Alan's shaft in and out of her mouth.
Good God! Brenda thought. It's too hot in here. It's like a thousand degrees! How can anyone stand it? Too sexy! God, that cock in her mouth! She must be slobbering all over it, burning her tongue against its intense heat! Look, I can see it poke right through her cheek! Somebody help me!
There's no shame in this family - none! Amy is nude and kneeling, sucking on that fat snake as if her life depends on it! Apparently she doesn't care who's watching; all that matters is serving that cock to the best of her ability. When she said, "I give my whole body to you. My body is yours now," I can believe she meant it. My god! She's not just sucking with her mouth; she's using her entire body, down to her churning ass and even her wiggling toes!
Dammit, I'm burning up! This is THE LIFE! Non-stop humiliation and arousal for us ladies, while Alan rules over us like the lord and master that he is! I can't wait until it's MY turn! If I do a good job, that could be ME choking and gagging and slurping on all that cocky perfection!
Technically, someone was supposed to call time after one minute of Amy's cocksucking, but everyone was so keen on watching Amy's bobbing head that that idea was forgotten.
Susan had become the undisputed "queen" of sucking Alan's cock. She knew when he was on the brink of cumming as well or better than anybody. So when she called time after a few minutes, Amy pulled her lips off.
Amy looked up and gave Alan her 1000-watt smile. She kissed the tip of his cockhead and whispered, "I love you."
He smiled and whispered back, "I love you too." He ran his hand tenderly through her hair as she snuggled up against his legs.
Suzanne announced, "Okay, Angel. You're up next."
Amy remained kneeling between Alan's legs because she was comfy there. She'd won the position of penis tender for the time being. But she still had to switch from sucking to stroking so that his boner wouldn't get too overheated. (Besides, those were the rules.)
Katherine had picked an outfit that projected her boobs up and forward, since she was always worried that her boobs were too small compared to all the others. She held her arms underneath her rack to push them out even further. The outfit also showed her ass to nice effect. The skirt was a wiry, transparent thing that stood stiffly away from her body, concealing next to nothing.
She put on a very spirited performance. In a way, it was a bit like an exercise video, because she stretched and preened in every direction. She put heer natural dancing skills to good use. Her banter was similar to Amy's except that she tended to get even more carried away with her "fuck toy" fantasies and role-playing.
After Alan had heard Amy beg to be fucked for five minutes and then Katherine beg the same for five more minutes, he was ready to fuck anything that moved. The fact that Amy jacked him off all during Katherine's display brought his sexual heat even closer to a boil. But he held back from cumming because he wanted the evening to go on for as long as possible.
He noted in passing that his earlier penis soreness troubles seemed to have been banished. And there was no way he could fail to get hard and stay hard with so many sexy women all around him doing their best to tease and tempt him. He was truly riding high on what seemed to be an endless wave of erotic euphoria.
Susan was up next. The only difference between her and the two previous performances was that her talk focused entirely on cocksucking instead of fucking. She also focused much of her dialogue at their new guest. She didn't like Brenda's strangely defiant attitude earlier, and she was trying to "cure" her of that. So she said things like, "Brenda. Oh Brenda! If you only knew how good it feels to have that fat log of man meat sliding between your lips!"
But Susan was preaching to the converted, especially since Brenda finally did know what that felt like. Brenda's big problem was just trying to keep a semblance of sanity going. She'd never wanted anything as much in her life as she wanted Alan's cock right now, especially since she was sitting right next to him. It was all she could do to keep her hands off him, let alone not drop her head to his lap and start bobbing. She kept licking her lips and swallowing the saliva that built up in her mouth.
Mindful of Brenda's presence, Susan also was keen on proclaiming her devotion to her son and describing her joy and dedication to serving his cock. But again, that was like throwing more catnip to a cat in heat.
Brenda squirmed in her seat like someone who really had to pee, but in her case it was a need to cum. She furtively fingered her clit, hoping no one else would notice. Just look at Susan preening and posing for her son up there. I envy her so much. She's got it made. She's found her place in life, and that's between her son's legs, bobbing on his cock!
She looked over at Amy and chuckled to herself. Well, when someone else hasn't beaten her to it. That's where I belong too. There's room for all of us. Every night could be like this! Clearly he needs a lot of sex pets. I wish I could proclaim my true feelings to the world, and especially to him, but I'm terrified of scaring him away. "Master!" That word means so much to me!
Neither Susan nor Katherine won the right to stroke Alan's boner, since he felt he needed at least a token enforcement of their earlier ban.
So Amy kept going with her handjob, though she took a break at the end of each performance so he could cool off. Kneeling between his legs, she couldn't really see the "stage" aside from occasional glances, but that was okay with her because her focus was on giving him an expert handjob. With her face just inches from the tip of his cock, she was breathing on it quite a lot. At times, she even impermissibly licked and kissed his sweet spot. She kept a close watch on his face and body for signs that he was getting close to climax. She was careful not to overstimulate him.
Then it was Suzanne's turn. She got everyone's hearts pounding harder even before she got to the "stage"by the way she sashayed while moving into position to get started.
Brenda whimpered helplessly as she watched Suzanne move her sexy ass. In her opinion, Suzanne radiated power and confidence, as well as sizzling sensuality. Suddenly she found herself lusting for Suzanne nearly as much as she lusted for Alan. She was in a very impressionable state due to her great arousal, and she didn't even remember that she was opposed to lesbian loving.
Susan was frustrated that she hadn't put her newly learned sashaying skills to use, and vowed to make up for that the next time her turn came around.
For the previous fashion show, Katherine and Amy had successfully pleaded with Suzanne not to sashay, since they both felt that they couldn't compete if she did that. But they didn't say anything this time, possibly because Suzanne had started teaching them how to do it too.
Once Suzanne reached the "stage" she didn't have to say or do anything special; the mere fact that she was her usual Suzanne self seemed to raise the heat in the room a couple of notches. She could make reading names from a phone book seem like irresistible foreplay. In fact, she was so sexy on stage that she actually felt the need to temper down her performance so Alan wouldn't cum too soon.
She easily won the penis tender prize. However, she chose to sit next to Alan instead of between his legs as Amy had done, so she could have a good view of the stage while she stroked him.
Then Brenda went up. She'd taken extra long getting ready just to get her act together somewhat. She was so drunk on lust that she felt like it was an effort just to walk. She was very nervous, knowing that a successful performance could put her hands or mouth on the erection she'd been sitting next to and practically salivating over. Because she was a relative stranger to the group, she felt too shy to articulate her thoughts. She didn't know where she stood with them. So she was mostly quiet and just let her extraordinary body do all the talking. She danced to "I just Want to Make Love to You" by Foghat.
It was a sexy dance to an erotically themed song. But that wasn't enough by the Plummer house's high standards. Alan passed her over for the "penis tender" position.
She was incredulous and annoyed. She was so used to men falling all over themselves from the size of her boobs alone that she had trouble adjusting when her boobs weren't all that extraordinary compared to the likes of Susan's and Suzanne's.
She resolved, I've gotta do better next time, if I want to be the one bobbing on his thick snake, or at least stroke it. Dammit, I was denied even that! I can't just coast on the size of my breasts. I have to keep a closer eye on what the other women are doing so I can learn from their moves and their sexy banter, instead of spending most of my time watching their fingers slipping and sliding all over his erection.
I must admit that my plan to play hard to get isn't exactly working out. I'll have to win his attention by showing just how sexy I can be. I'm confident that I'm worthy of being one of his very favorite fuck pets; I just have to prove it to him!
And then the second round began, with Amy returning to the "stage." Everyone got increasingly horny. Lots of alcohol helped drive all the women into even higher levels of arousal as the evening went on. It seemed that lust hung in the air so thickly that one could cut it with a knife.
Alan abstained from drinking though. He figured nothing could make him feel better than he already was, with a selection of just about the five most beautiful females he'd ever seen to pleasure him whenever he wanted.
Amy, Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne went on stage one after another, each one about as arousing as could be. All of them were fantastic. Alan was particularly wowed by the way Susan sashayed around the room before and during her turn.
But again he denied Katherine and Susan any reward because of their ban, though his resolve was most definitely weakening. Thus Amy and Suzanne won the cock-tending duties after their performances.
Then came Brenda's second turn. She was determined to take Alan's hard-on from Suzanne and Amy. She'd decided the key to success was to talk sexily, and she knew one thing that turned Alan on just as much as it turned her on: mother-son incest.
So, first she sashayed her way to the stage. She clearly didn't have the expert ability at that which Susan had recently developed, or which Suzanne had had for years, but it was still very titillating. Besides, the previous time she'd started in a daze. This time she had a "take no prisoners" attitude from the very start.
Then she began telling in exquisite detail all the things she wanted to do with her own son, Adrian. She figured that Alan would make the easy leap to imagining of her and Adrian as Susan and himself. That worked, and in fact, it had the accidental side effect of making Susan horny beyond all comprehension.
Brenda said things like, "And to think, I used to think that incest was all wrong. Now I know that mommy love is the very best kind. I'm going to have to go home tonight and show Adrian all the things I want to do with you. Tonight I'm going to have my son push his hard cock into my defenseless, needy vagina for the very first time! The only thing is, Adrian isn't a sex stud like you are, Alan. I'm just going to have to fuck him and pretend that I'm your mommy instead. I need to fuck a real man! Fuck me! Fuck Mommy!"
Suzanne found Brenda's incestuous talk quite interesting. Hrm. Curious. I wonder if that's all just talk, or if she really means it. I think she really does mean it! That could be very useful indeed. Already, she's coming to the house too often for my taste. She and Susan are bonding so much that she's gonna be practically living here before long, and that'll cut into my time with my Sweetie even more. I hadn't counted on the extent of her submissiveness or her sheer enthusiasm; that kind of throws a wrench in the works.
But what if she were to have sex with Adrian too? From what she's said, he's a totally harmless submissive, so there's no threat there. That would split her sexual energies and attentions, maybe by half. Hrm... But there could be all kinds of complications. I'll have to think it through...
Actually, Brenda didn't mean much with her Adrian talk. Although she loved the idea of mother-son incest in the abstract, she hadn't actually been looking at her actual son in a sexual way. Instead, she was channeling her feelings for what she'd seen between Susan and Alan. Nothing aroused her more than those two, except for having Alan for herself.
Susan had already been writhing around on the sofa, seemingly in the throes of an epileptic seizure. Brenda's final words were so exciting for her that she screamed and climaxed on the spot. She wasn't even touching her labia or clit at the time, although she was stimulating her breasts by tugging on her nipples.
The others chuckled at Susan's efforts afterwards to act casual. She didn't want Alan to know just how much she had come to long to have her pussy pummeled by his massive rod, but she wasn't fooling anyone. As a consequence of Brenda's talk, she felt even closer to Brenda than ever before.
