Six Times a Day Pt. 27

Meanwhile, Katherine hadn't lost a hand in a long time. She still was merely topless. That frustrated her so much that she half-jokingly complained, "No fair! Brenda, you're losing far too much lately. Let some of us lose on occasion too."

Everyone laughed at that, but by now Brenda had also gotten wise that losing was better if she wanted to prove herself to be the sexiest woman in the room.

Only Alan still tried to win. As a result, he was winning virtually every hand, and it was rare if any of the women even had a matching pair of cards.

Amy lost the next hand, which left her totally naked (she let out a loud whoop of triumph).

Then Suzanne lost. Since she was completely naked already, she asked Alan as she posed seductively for him standing up with her arms held up high, "Okay Sweetie, it's time for the first dare. What can I do for you?"

Alan's answer was very clever. "I want you to put a vibrator in Brenda. One of the throbbing and rotating types." He realized that it was important to get Brenda to fall even further into debauchery and a dildo up her pussy would help speed that along.

"We don't do anything that people don't want to do," Suzanne said to Brenda. "Does that sound acceptable to you?"

She pretended reluctance. "I guess so. Assuming it's within Susan's rules." She smugly thought, Alan picked me first. He's falling for me already, heh-heh.

"It is," Suzanne said authoritatively, not giving Susan a chance to reply. "Katherine, please get the vibrator from my purse. You know the one Alan is referring to."

Katherine ran off to get it. She didn't begrudge Brenda getting orgasms, as long as they weren't with Alan.

While still waiting for Katherine to return, Suzanne said to Brenda, "Now turn around and let's see your ass."

Brenda did so, trembling with excitement and fear once again.

But Suzanne wasn't satisfied. "Not like that. Get on all fours so you can thrust your ass high up into the air. We want Alan to clearly see the vibrator go in, doggy style. He's our judge and he has to verify that the dare is completed."

Brenda did as she was told, getting on all fours with her firm, round ass pointing toward Alan. She thought, I don't know what it is, but I love the way Suzanne takes charge. She really knows what she's doing. She's such a strong person. Every though she's treating me like a piece of meat, like some ripe tits and ass here just for Alan's amusement... I dunno. I just can't resist that voice!

She said some of these thoughts out loud. "I can't believe I'm doing this. This is such an embarrassing position. It's like I'm a ripe piece of ass here for Alan's amusement." She waited for someone to contradict that, but no one did. She sighed at her own uncontrollable lust, and then continued, "But no lesbian stuff, all right? I'm really not into that."

"Don't worry, no lesbian stuff," Suzanne said confidently, even as she ran her hands all over Brenda's lovely ass. "Unless of course that's what the winner of the hand wants. We can't stop that. But hopefully no one will ask for that with you."

She reached down to Brenda's upper thighs and ran her fingers through Brenda's many rivulets of cum. She knew that Brenda was so far gone that she could goad, "You wouldn't want that, would you? You wouldn't want another woman to touch you in a sexual way. Would you?" As she said this, she lightly brushed her fingers up and down Brenda's pussy lips.

Brenda felt completely humiliated as she replied, "No." She knew that everyone else could easily see what Suzanne was doing to her, but she wanted another climax too much to tell her to stop.

Katherine returned with the dildo and handed it over to Suzanne.

Suzanne slowly and sensually stuck it into Brenda's sopping pussy, at first only a little, then out some, then further in, then out, and back and forth in this fashion in a very slow manner until it was all the way in. Her hands continued to rub over Brenda's ass in the meantime, but she resisted doing what she really wanted to do, which was to grope at Brenda's big tits. At the moment, they were physically out of reach unless she got out of her chair. But she could see Brenda falling down a metaphorical slippery slope and knew she'd have ample opportunity to climb Brenda's twin towers soon enough.

Alan, meanwhile, watched everything silently. He found himself holding on to his erection through his shorts. He would have taken it out already but he could tell that Suzanne had an even better read on Brenda than he did. He suffered to have his penis confined while he waited for Suzanne to indicate it was okay to expose it.

Eventually Suzanne asked Alan, "So would you say the dildo is in yet?"

Brenda turned her head way back at him and panted, "It's in! It's in! Alan, please say it is in!" Her eyes were glazed with lust and her hips rotated at the sensations she felt deep within her inner walls. Suzanne was fingering her clit now while plunging the dildo in and out, and it felt so good that she wanted to scream. But she stayed where she was, ass high up in the air, while she stared at Alan with a mix of desire and desperation.

He hemmed and hawed. He knew the longer he appeared indecisive, the more Suzanne could break Brenda down. Then he joked, "I'm not sure. As President Clinton once said, 'it depends on what the definition of "is" is.'"

Brenda moaned in frustration; in her current lust-addled state the political reference went right over her head.

Suzanne, teasing Brenda some more, said, "I think it's in, Sweetie. Look. I'm pushing it aaaaallllll the way in, and then aaaaallllll the way out. And then again. Aaaaaallll the way in, and aaaaaallll the way out. I don't think it can go in any further. Look. I can barely keep my fingertips on it."

Alan grinned. "So wait. You're saying you're pushing it aaaaaallll the way in, and then aaaalll the way out?"

Suzanne grinned too. She pushed the dildo in and out in time to Alan's words. Then, pushing in time to her own words, she replied, "Yes, aaaaaaalll the way in, then aaaaaallll the way out."

"So which is it then," Alan asked with feigned cluelessness, "Is it aaaaaaalll the way in? Or is it aaaaaaalll the way out?"

Brenda couldn't take any more. She shrieked, "Please! Please have mercy!"

Suzanne decided she'd have enough fun, so she replied to Alan, "It's aaaaaallll the way in." She made one final, deep push in time to those words, and then kept the dildo inside Brenda as far as it could go.

Alan grinned even more. "Okay. I guess. If you say so. Brenda, the dare didn't say anything about taking the dildo back out, so you've gotta keep it in there."

"God!" Brenda shrieked, a lusty smile on her face as her thighs began to tremble like an impending earthquake. "NO!"

Suzanne let go of the dildo, but left it inside Brenda's pussy.

The super-stacked woman fell to the floor as she writhed in submission to her lusty urges. Brenda had no idea why she was so unusually horny all of a sudden and wanted to remain in control. But her body wouldn't listen to her mind.

Everyone stared at her as she let herself go completely.

Brenda's huge and bouncy tits were highly entertaining and arousing for everyone, as were her verbal protests. She was a highly vocal woman when aroused. As she bucked her hips off the floor like she was trying to fuck the dildo harder, she cried out a steady stream of words and panted, "NO! God no! Someone please, make it stop! It's too good! So fucking good! Lord God, help me! Please! I'm dying of pleasure! Fuck! Alan! Don't look! No, Alan, no! This is so embarrassing. I'm going to cum in front of all of you! Fuck. Why did I, did I agree, to do this? Why? Oh no! Oh no! No! Fuck me! Alan! Please! Fuck me! I'm cumming! YES! Aaaiiieee!"

This was just one sample of what she said as she reached one climax. She was wracked by a series of orgasms that just kept going and going. She babbled indecently as they hit her one by one. All the while, she stared at Alan with a pained yet lustful expression on her face.

It was torture for Alan to watch this without having his hard-on stroked.

Katherine, who sat next to him, saw his anguish and dropped a hand into his lap since everyone's attention was on Brenda. Some light rubbing through his shorts was almost enough to send him off, given what he saw before him and all the arousing sights and sounds that came before.

Only Brenda saw Katherine stroking his bulge, and that set her off even more. She screamed incoherently.

But just as he was ready to cum in his shorts, Suzanne had mercy on Brenda and called time. She announced the game would resume.

All eyes returned to the table. Katherine had to take her hand away from Alan's insistent bulge right when he needed help the most.

He groaned audibly in frustration. His urge to cum at any moment slowly passed but he still remained a hair-trigger away from flooding his shorts with cum.

Brenda couldn't even get back to the table; her body still shuddered and wriggled on the floor. The vibrator still worked within her. It seemed she could go all evening on one continuous high, hitting climax after climax.

Suzanne wanted to see if such a thing was possible, but she also felt some sympathy for her sweaty and bedraggled guest. She clarified, "Brenda, Alan's dare only talked about putting the vibrator in. He said nothing about taking it out. So you're going to have to keep it in there until and unless someone rescues you with another dare. For instance, a dare that would replace it with something else. But if you like, you can turn the settings down."

Brenda gasped between heavy panting, "Oh, thank you, Suzanne, thank you! Ohmigod. Ohmigod!" She flicked the dildo to the low setting.

As a result, in a couple of minutes she recovered enough to sit back at the table and return to the game. But now she had a glassy look in her eyes. The setting was just enough to keep her close to orgasm, especially as she kept rocking back and forth in her chair as if trying to rub herself into satisfaction, but it wasn't quite enough to get her there. There was no way she would protest about anything getting too sexual any more.

CHAPTER 3

Katherine lost the next two hands and was very happy about it. She still had her top hanging around her waist, but elected to expose first her pussy and then her ass. Now she had both her top and her skirt hanging off of her loosely, which left nothing covered.

Alan lost the next hand, the first time he'd lost the entire game. He merely took off a sock, to the frustrated groans of everyone else in the room. He lightly teased as he tossed the sock aside, "Maybe, I'm a little bit overdressed, huh?"

All the females agreed with frantic nods of their heads.

That both amused and aroused him. He looked at Suzanne to see if it was okay for him to take his penis out of his straining shorts, but she was looking at Brenda. He stifled another frustrated groan.

Susan lost the next hand and had to take off the last of her clothes. Then she lost another hand, and Katherine had the highest hand.

So Katherine had the right to order Susan on a dare, and said, "Alan's third leg must be in great pain after so much excellent visual stimulation. Mom, I order you to jack him off, but not too quickly. Keep rubbing his penis while we play."

Alan let out a load groan of relief.

Susan eagerly leapt up. She smiled as if there had just been an announcement that she'd won the lottery. She mouthed the words "Thank you" in Katherine's direction. Her tender hands went to work.

The Brenda from much earlier in the evening would have protested or even walked out had someone begun jacking Alan off right in front of her. But now Brenda just stared in total fascination at the sight of the mother stroking her son's slicked up erection. She found herself full of wicked thoughts of doing that to her own son. She licked her lips lewdly and repeatedly. She grabbed at her clit and began a particularly intense orgasm, greatly helped by the vibrator that still gyrated and hummed quietly inside of her.

The other women looked on at Brenda with envy and wished that they too had big dildos throbbing inside their slits. But everyone restrained themselves from any personal touching not ordered in the game and desperately wished for the game to hurry up so that they too could get off.

Susan stroked Alan far too vigorously for him to last long, especially since he was right on the edge already. He pleaded, "Mom, could you please slow it down a lot?"

She did, but he couldn't resist saying to her, "Anyways, Mom, what about the reservations you had this morning about this kind of thing?"

"Mommy can't think right now," Susan said and then blushed when she realized she'd called herself "Mommy" in front of Brenda (not that Brenda particularly minded at this point; in fact, it was yet another thing that greatly aroused her). She continued in a more responsible tone, "I'm sure that once I'm able to think again, those reservations will come back, but right now I see no problem in just enjoying the moment, assuming we can respect the boundaries."

Susan huffed and puffed heavily as she said this, betraying her calm words.

Seeing her resistance crumble and her chest heave, Alan reached out and grabbed one of his mother's tits.

Susan's eyes lit up and she thrust her chest towards her son.

But to Alan's surprise, Suzanne said, "Tut-tut. I don't know about Susan's boundaries, but that's against the game rules. No touching unless a dare allows it."

So Alan withdrew the hand, to the sound of Susan's very vocal disappointed moans. He wondered if Suzanne's adherence to the rules in this case could be a sign of jealousy. (In fact, he was right about that.)

They went back to the game. Another bottle of wine was opened and quickly consumed. Alan won the next hand and Amy lost it.

Amy needed a dare, so Alan said to Katherine, "Little Stuffable Sister, since you're so frustrated at never losing, I order Amy to French kiss you and fondle you all over except in your love box. That'll make you feel better. You have to keep your hands still, though. Brenda, you don't mind some lesbian action if it doesn't involve you, do you?"

"No, I'm okay with that." With the vibrator pounding her relentlessly, Brenda was ready for just about anything by this point, as long as it was sexual. In fact, she had to firmly grasp the edge of the table as her body swooned from too much pleasure. The puddle of pussy juice which had accumulated beneath her ass now resembled a small pond.

Katherine and Amy locked lips and stayed that way for several minutes.

Amy's hands roamed passionately all over Katherine, as if she had discovered her friend's body for the first time. Like everyone else, she was greatly aroused by Brenda.

Only Katherine continued to allow her jealousy to triumph over her lust when it came to Brenda. She asked, "Amy, my breasts may not be anything near Brenda's obscene balloons, but who do you think Alan would rather stick it in, me or Brenda?"

Amy could tell that it was a mean-spirited question, but she knew that if she failed to respond with the truth, Katherine would get upset with her. So she answered, as diplomatically as she could, "You, of course, Katherine. No offense, Brenda, but they've known each other all their lives."

Katherine wasn't satisfied with that. She prodded Amy, "Would you say that Alan loves me with all his heart and soul, but Brenda is nothing but another mindless big-titted fuck doll for him?"

Before Amy could answer, Suzanne protested, "Hey! Wait a minute!" She considered herself the mistress of ceremonies and didn't want the evening spoiled by jealous sniping.

However, Katherine's intended insults backfired. Brenda was actually further aroused to hear Alan would rather fuck the other women in the room. That made him even more unobtainable and different. And being called "another mindless big-titted fuck doll " somehow turned her on even more, although she was deeply ashamed to realize this. In fact, she was so overwhelmed that she nearly fell out of her chair.

Crying "Sweet Jesus!", she came in a tremendous climax that sent her cards spilling onto the floor. She couldn't believe that she'd had multiple orgasms yet again. She was aware that her naked and voluptuous body was violently climaxing in front of four others, and that drove her to still further heights of arousal.

With Susan's hands on Alan's penis, a dildo pounding into Brenda, and Amy and Katherine occupied with each other, no one was in any hurry to continue the game any more.

No one but Suzanne, that is, who was left out of all the fun. It was she who finally got the next hand of cards going.

Katherine and Amy had to stop kissing, mostly, to play their cards, but Amy still roamed her hands freely over Katherine as they played. She generally kept one hand holding her cards and the other teasing Katherine's clitoris, since that was allowed by the terms of the dare.

Alan lost the next hand and had to take off his other sock.

Everyone groaned again that his shorts and shirt still remained (though of course his penis was exposed, though generally covered with Susan's hands).

Brenda acted as if she was a spectator in some kind of Chippendale's show and shouted at Alan, "Take it off! Take it all off!"

Susan had some fun with his loss, though. "Here. Let me take that sock off for you, Tiger." She licked her tongue down his leg and pulled off his sock with her teeth while she managed to keep a hand moving over his penis. Then she returned her full attention and both hands to his pulsing erection.

Brenda couldn't help but comment about that too. "Susan, that's so hot. Everything here is so hot! I'm burning up. I'm dying! What is with this house? So sexual. Everything. How many minutes have you been jacking your son off, Susan? Your SON! That's just so WRONG, but why does it make me so hot! Won't he ever shoot his load?! Oh my God - I can't get over that he's your son!"

Susan calmly smiled. "Now you can see what we mean when we say he's an insatiable sex machine. My son just never gives up his mouthwateringly delicious cum easily. You have to earn it. It's hard work and can tire out your hand or jaw. And it never stops. Once he's done, he's hard again almost instantly. It's like having a permanently hard cock slapping you in the face twenty-four hours a day. It's a good thing there's four of us in this house to help out, because there's no way any one woman can satisfy him."

She beamed with pride at her son's sexual prowess. In her own highly biased mind, he really was that amazing.

Amy was also very proud and couldn't help but say, yet again, "Brenda, did you know that I'm his official girlfriend? It's official!" It was a rather funny thing to say given that Alan's dick was being stroked by his mother and Amy was in the middle of licking Katherine's neck and pulling on her nipples. But in Amy's mind, she was now tightly bound to Alan and that was the most important thing.

Katherine goaded her like a mother hen, "What else are you, Amy?"

"Oh, I'm his pussy, too!" She smiled a happy and proud grin. "One of his pussies, that is."

Brenda was tremendously impressed by all this and openly ached for Alan's penis to replace the vibrator that was causing her to nearly shake right out of her seat. She realized her attempt to overwhelm Alan with her beauty was crumbling. She mumbled, "Alan. Pussies. These pussies. Owned. Pussies. Cunts. ... Alan! By Alan!"

In a last ditch effort to beat him, she managed to ask as she writhed, "Alan, who's the most beautiful woman here?"

Alan had generally been trying to maintain a low profile and not talk, but now he had to answer a very dangerous question. He considered it for a bit, and then came up with a suave answer. "Brenda, you're very beautiful, sure. I love your chest and your cute face. But the most beautiful people here to me are the ones I've known the longest, because I can see their beauty both inside AND out."