Iveyflame Special 🔥 [ 10 / 12 ]
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Fifteen minutes later, Susan heard the sound of Katherine driving the car into the garage. That snapped her back to reality. She finally washed her face clean of the remaining cum. (It was starting to get gross anyway.) Even though Katherine went straight to her room, Susan took off her high heels and resumed doing her daily chores in typical around-the-house clothes.
However, her attempt to give herself a sexual break didn't last that long, because Brenda gave her a call. Actually, Brenda had tried calling several times, but Susan had been too busy to answer. After the customary greetings, Susan asked Brenda why she was calling.
Brenda replied dreamily, "I think you know why. I've been thinking about Alan and his cock all day long! Please tell me nasty, naughty true stories of what you've been doing to him today!"
Susan's face brightened. "I'd be delighted to! It's been quite a day, since he doesn't have school. I think my skin must smell of sperm all over!" She brought a hand to her face and inhaled. Sure enough, it did smell of her son's cum.
Brenda squealed. "YES!"
Susan sat down and made herself comfortable on the dining room love seat, knowing this was likely to be a long, intimate conversation. "Let's see... Have you been practicing cocksucking with your Alan-sized dildo, like I suggested?"
"Yes!"
"And?"
"And I, uh... I don't have any trouble getting into the spirit of things anymore. All I have to do is think about him and I get so horny that I just HAVE to suck and suck and suck!"
"Good. Are you practicing so that you'll get better at it?"
"Of course. I've been reading up on it, and I even watched an instructional video. I know that sucking cock is going to be a VERY big part of my future life as one of Alan's busty sluts, so I'm working hard to be one of the very best, one of his favorites! But it's much more fun to practice while listening to your hot stories, especially the latest real things that have happened to you."
Susan giggled with glee. "I've got more of those. I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you my latest experiences, if you'll share some of your latest Alan fantasies."
"Deal!" Brenda was smiling from ear to ear. She'd started the call fully clothed, but she was already so hot and bothered that she began removing her clothes. She made a mental note to always just get naked before even calling Susan. "I've had some good ones. Since you told me that he was going on a date with that hot, stacked girl Christine last night, I had a great dream where he took ME out to a fancy restaurant."
"Oh? Tell me more!"
"Okay! First, he made me suck him through the entire dinner, during which he flirted with the sexy waitress. Of course all the other customers were outraged, especially since he'd had me strip to just my high heels and the tablecloth really didn't cover me very much, but what could I do? Once I started to suck him though, I simply couldn't stop! Then he had the waitress - who bore more than a passing resemblance to that photo of Christine you showed me, by the way - join me under the table for our dessert while he was fully enjoying eating his!"
Susan started to take off her clothes. She could tell that this call in particular was going to be a scorcher. "That's so him! Leave it to him to seduce the waitress too." She chuckled with pleasure. "I can totally picture Christine and you sucking him off together, right there in the middle of the restaurant! Did that happen?"
"Oh, did it ever! SO MUCH! I can practically still taste his sweet cum on my tongue - and that's just from a dream!"
"Wow! That sounds fantastic. You're going to have to tell me the whole story in great detail. But give me a sneak preview: how did it end?"
"How do you think? He finally took the two of us home, where we met up with you and he fucked all three of us all night long!"
Susan whispered in shock, "You mean... he fucked me too?!"
"Of course!"
"All night?"
"So many times! You screamed and screamed until your voice was hoarse. We all did!"
Susan whispered even quieter, "But that's not allowed!"
"Not in reality, at least according to your current rules. But anything goes in dreams and fantasies, right? And good God, did he fuck you hard and long in this one! He left the three of us with sore pussies and tired jaws, passed out from exhaustion in a tangle of arms and legs, covered in sperm and sweat!"
Susan was still whispering, but now in awe. "Woooow!" She thought, This is why I love listening to Brenda's fantasies so much. She goes places I won't let myself go, or she thinks of things that hadn't occurred to me. Isn't it simply a matter of time before he fucks me like that? Ooooh! Shivers all over! But I CAN'T let myself think like that! I can't!
Brenda asked, "By the way, how did Alan's real date with Christine go last night?"
"Oh, that? Gee, that seems like ages ago already. So much has happened since then. He was rather tight-lipped about it, even when I gave him a nice long titfucking when he came home. Katherine helped with visual stimulation, by the way. Unfortunately, I'm sure it didn't work out like your dream version did, but it must have gone very well, because he took her to the beach today. When he got home, I role-played her in a skimpy bathing suit. Naturally, he fucked my face pretty good, and my big tits too!"
Brenda was ecstatic. She pushed her bare breasts together, imagining that Alan was fucking her tits. "Good God! Too hot! It sounds like he's well on his way to taming her and turning her into one of his many busty sluts!"
"That's my hope. Knock on wood."
Brenda joked, "Suck on wood!"
Susan chuckled. "That too. Do you have your Alan dildo with you now?"
"Yes!"
"Then let's get to it." Susan already had her clothes off and was caressing the undersides of her huge globes. She was eager.
Brenda was too, but worried about being caught once she started making a lot of noise. She asked shyly, "You don't mind if I freely masturbate and slurp and suck on Alan's cock, er, I mean the dildo, while you talk, do you?"
Susan replied, "We're way past the point of worrying about that kind of thing. Ever since the phone call where you told me that great story of Sultan Alan, well, let's just say it's pretty obvious what we're both doing when we're huffing and puffing, and it's not emulating a steam locomotive."
Brenda quipped, "As the phone company's old slogan used to say, we let our fingers do the walking... all over our naughty places!"
Susan giggled. "Exactly! Now, where to begin? There's so much to tell If you'd called just a little earlier, you would have caught me with Tiger's cum all over my face!"
"Tell me! Tell me! Tell me everything!"
Susan chuckled. She started her story from the moment Alan had come downstairs for breakfast.
Half an hour later, Susan had Brenda caught up through the events of the previous night. Then she had Brenda take the story-telling lead for a while, starting with a detailed description of her fantasy dream date with Alan and the Christine-like waitress.
Because it didn't take much for either Susan or Brenda to climax, it was surprising that they'd each "only" had three orgasms. Certainly there would have been more, especially since Susan still hadn't gotten to detailing her adventures with Alan earlier that day. However, the call had gone on for nearly an hour by the time Brenda finished sharing her vivid fantasies, and Susan worried that Alan would soon be waking from his nap. Furthermore, it was likely that Katherine, Amy or Suzanne would see her before long and she figured she needed to be presentable when that happened. So, reluctantly, she ended the call.
However, by that time she was already looking forward to enjoying another long call with Brenda. Such discussions weren't just helping with Brenda's indoctrination and her blowjob practice on the dildo; they were also bonding Susan and Brenda as close friends, united in their submissive mindsets and lust for Alan. Susan's jealousy of Brenda's breast size was also fading by the day.
After Alan woke from his nap, he tried but failed to actually do some homework. There were too many beautiful women and exciting recent events on his mind.
Things have gone mad, barking at the stars mad. My life has gotten so very... eventful. Staying just friends with Christine has gotten more difficult, for one. The situation at school has just gotten a lot more complicated too. Heather's like a relentless barracuda. I wonder what my new painting duties will lead to. So many things to think about. And everything is coming up sex, sex, sex!
And then what about the mystery of Mom? She's so eager for cocksucking that it's almost scary. I mean, I totally love it and I can't get enough of it, but I have to admit that it must be completely off the charts for a woman to be THAT into it. Yet here's the kicker: she's still completely opposed to the mere thought of actual fucking! God, that alone is enough to drive me mad. I get to run my hands all over her perfect body with increasing frequency, but I still can't so much as touch her pussy.
Has there ever been a situation where a guy was so sexually satiated and yet so sexually frustrated by the exact same woman?! Dammit, I should just up and fuck her one of these days, but I can't! She's my mom! Even if she got into it eventually, I'd hate myself for forcing it that way. She has to want it a lot too. Man, that would be so epic, fucking her when she is fully passionate and into it! I can wait for that. Besides, it's not like I really have a choice: I have to wait.
He continued to hang out in his room and think. He didn't let anyone know he was awake because he just wanted to spend some time alone in his room and chill out. His sexual encounters lately were more emotionally draining than physically tiring.
Meanwhile, Suzanne came over again and took Katherine out by the pool for some nude sunbathing. It was actually fairly absurd for Suzanne to sunbathe, as she'd already done the same thing with Susan for about two hours earlier in the day. But sunbathing was just a thin excuse for Suzanne to get naked. Katherine certainly didn't have a problem with that.
In Suzanne's case, it wasn't even real sunbathing. She generally sat on a lounge chair under the shade of some nearby trees or an umbrella. If any sun actually hit her fair skin, she had already applied some powerfully strong suntan lotion, so she couldn't really tan at all.
Katherine's tan, on the other hand, had developed nicely to a rich light bronze that she thought contrasted with her areolae quite well. She was eager to finally get rid of the tan lines, but they were slow to go away.