Chapter 1082 Susan X Suzanne X Brenda
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Brenda felt betterby now, though still a bit overwhelmed. She got up and knelt betweenSuzanne’s thighs. Looking up into Suzanne’s ravishing ivory face, shesaid, «I am so completely sorry for yelling at you. Please forgive me. Ihad no right to do that. I hope you’ll punish me later, but for now,let me try to make it up to you just a little bit.»
She pulled Suzanne’s lycra pants to the side and began to lick her pussy.
Suzanne tried to push Brenda’s head away, but without muchsuccess. «Brenda! Really. You don’t have, ugh, have to, oooh! To dothat.» She felt guilty, since she thought that Brenda’s outburst was ajustifiable reaction to her thoughtless comments.
Brenda stopped and looked up again. «Mistress Suzanne, Igenerally think that you understand me pretty well. Surely youunderstand that I MUST do this. This is what I do. I’m a completesubmissive. Other people may find joy in their passions. A baseballplayer loves to play baseball, or whatever; this is how I find MY joy.One thing I love about this family is that you can relate and you canaccept me for what I am. Please don’t ask me to stop?»
She began pulling off Suzanne’s lycra pants.
Suzanne’s willpower crumbled and she let Brenda remove thelast of her clothes. «Ah, what the heck. Knock yourself out. But not sointense! How am I supposed to concentrate?»
She thought, Speaking of Sweetie being tempted by corruption, I think Brenda’s going to corrupt me too.
But she said out loud, «Susan, what were we talking about? Oh yes. Your fantastical Big Tits Theory.»
Susan complained, «‘Fantastical’?! How can you call the BigTits Theory just a sexual fantasy? Think about it. Look at yourself.Look at me. Look at Brenda! Especially look at Brenda. Let’s be honest,with no false modesty. When it comes to beauty, the three of us are inthe top one percent of the top one percent of all the women in theworld. We’re just not genetically built like other people. We’rehard-wired for sex! We’re hard-wired to serve.»
Suzanne complained, «Those two things aren’t connected.»
Susan replied emphatically, «Yes, they are! And I have atheory for that. I think women like us were probably bred to be sexualplaythings down through the ages. Think of the wife or mistress or haremgirl of a Viking warrior king or a Turkish sultan. Those women hadchildren, and only the most beautiful and sexually talented weredeserving of belonging in the harem of the leader of the nextgeneration. Over millennia, an upper class of harem types must haveevolved, women bred for beauty AND submissiveness. Look at us. Youpractically only have to touch Brenda and she cums in buckets. It’s justnot normal. You and I are almost the same. Most women aren’t wipingtheir own pussy juice that’s dripped down below their knees on a dailybasis. That’s not normal either, especially for a woman her age. Whetheryou like it or not, we’ve been born and bred to serve in the harem of anatural master like our Tiger. It’s a fact!»
Brenda was so moved by those words that she felt goose bumps all over. So true! That explains me! That explains everything! And it’s a good thing! I have special talents, a special purpose!
Suzanne was a bit taken aback by this, because it did make afair amount of sense. Near the throes of orgasm, she grabbed Brenda’shead and pulled her away from her lap temporarily, so she could thinkand talk.
After recovering a bit, the sexy redhead said, hesitantly,»Okay, let’s hypothetically say that’s true. How did we all end up herein the middle of nowhere in Orange County? Why aren’t we in Istanbul orParis or Beijing or somewhere fancy like that? And how is it Sweetiefound so many of us in such a short time?»Explore new 𝒏ovels on n𝒐velbi𝒏(.)com
«I don’t know,» Susan answered honestly. «The truth is, hedidn’t really find us; we were gathered together already. Even Brendamoved in a close, exclusive social circle. Maybe since there are no realharems left in the world anymore, or only a very few, at least, peoplelike us get scattered to the four corners of the Earth. Maybe peoplelike us naturally seek each other out. Or maybe it’s fate. Maybe thereare forces at work more powerful than we can ever understand. It’s allso wildly improbable that you just can’t say it’s all random! That’sPROOF that there’s a higher design here. It must be God’s will!»
Suzanne scoffed. «You lost me there. I’m sorry. I don’tbelieve in fate or in God. Maybe you have a point about sociallyselected breeding for sexual characteristics. Of course that happens.But there’s a huge gap from that to the Big Tits Theory. I don’t mindthe idea of being especially hard-wired for sex, but not to serve. Thatdoes not describe me at all. Nope. No siree. I find the very idea highlyoffensive.»
Susan exclaimed, «But look at Brenda! Haven’t you heard a word she’s said?»
Suzanne looked down into her lap where Brenda’s tongueeagerly explored the insides of Suzanne’s pussy, as far in as her tonguecould go. Sheesh! Brenda certainly makes it tougher to make anyargument against a natural type of subservience. She’s taken to her newlife like a duck to water!
But Suzanne replied, «Brenda is one in a million. Not onlythat, but there were a lot of environmental factors in her life, likethe way her mother sexually spanked her, setting off who knows what kindof sexual fetishes, and her mother’s tragic early death.»
Suzanne raised her hand to stop Susan from protesting.»Enough. Please. If the Big Tits Theory works for you and Brenda, thenfine. I won’t try to pop your bubble anymore. But please don’t mentionit to me or anyone else. I don’t want to think about it, or think ofmyself that way. I’m sick and tired of hearing it.» She closed her eyesand tried to clear her mind.
Brenda, who had been mostly looking up at Suzanne whilelicking, saw Suzanne’s emerald green eyes close and could see they wouldstay closed for some moments. She briefly withdrew her tongue fromSuzanne’s pussy lips and turned enough to make eye contact with Susan.She gave Susan a big encouraging smile and two thumbs up. She wantedSusan to know that she agreed with everything she had said and thensome. She knew this was a bit naughty vis-à-vis Suzanne, but shecouldn’t contain herself.
Susan couldn’t help but giggle at this. She winked at Brenda conspiratorially.
Brenda winked back. She sighed with contentment at havingsuch wonderful mistresses and returned to her task of getting Suzanne toclimax.
Suzanne, while enjoying Brenda’s attentions physically, wasstill very distraught mentally. She opened her eyes and looked at Susanwith exasperation. «Susan, we got a bit off track, but do you see whereI’m coming from about Sweetie and his problems, at all? Don’t you see?Don’t you see the very way that you proved how I would behave if I wasin charge in the morning, or the way Brenda thinks and acts, don’t yousee that only shows just how serious a problem this is?! Power corrupts.It’s a fact!»
Somehow, that last thought made her look down at Brenda, who was happily lapping away.
Susan, still sat directly in front of Suzanne and replied,»Actually, I do understand exactly where you’re coming from. You’re myvery best friend and loving sister, after all. We do have a problemhere. You kept telling me and I never really got it, but I think I getit now. I really do. The lottery metaphor, that makes sense to me. Ialways had absolute faith in Tiger’s talents, so I never worried abouthim too much, but you’re right: it’s the very fact that he’s so talentedthat could be his downfall. But what to do? You know I’ve NEVER hadmuch willpower with my children. It’s a miracle they’re not horriblyspoiled already. Ron was never there for them, and I never said no.»
«Noooo, you didn’t,» Suzanne agreed, slowly, trying hard tothink and speak clearly despite all the arousal. «But when they didsomething you didn’t like, you’d look at them with sad puppy dog eyes sotragic that even I would nearly cry, if I happened to be in the room.In a way, that was ten times more powerful than saying no. You can stilldo that. You hold an incredible power over your cutie Tiger’s heart.More than I do, I’ll freely admit.»
Susan responded, «But Suzanne! How can I do that, now? I justtake one look at my Tiger’s crotch, and I know that there’s a dangeroussperm buildup going on before my eyes.»
«Not all the time,» Suzanne scoffed.
«Actually, pretty much ALL the time! Sperm is constantlybeing produced at an alarming pace, and it needs to come out! Preferablyinto my mouth so I can taste it and properly savor it, but really anyhole in any big-titted babe will do. That’s where it BELONGS, gracing awoman’s fair skin like liquid jewels, or oozing out of well-fuckedholes. That’s become so important to me that I’ve willingly enslavedmyself to my own son! I know you think I’m crazy, but Tiger NEEDS TOCUM!»
This idea was so wonderfully arousing to Susan that she beganto run her hands all over her body, as if to put out small fireseverywhere. She managed to slide her workout outfit down to her stomachin the process.
Suzanne rolled her eyes.
«Suzanne, it’s so true! From when I wake up in the morninguntil I go to sleep, that’s the primary thought on my mind. How can Ihelp him cum? How many times will he cum? Who will he cum into? How hardwill he cum? How much will he enjoy it? How many big-titted women willget to enjoy his sperm? Did he find any deserving new cunts to cum into?These are the kinds of questions that make or break my day. If he came alot and really enjoyed it, it was a good day for me.»
Brenda was nodding emphatically. She could have said the same, word for word.
Susan continued, «Before I drift off to sleep, I’ll reviewthe day and almost always smile and go to sleep contentedly, becausemost days are good days, where he cums six times or more, into or onto avariety of sexy women. But if he didn’t, then I’m sad. Call me crazy,but that’s my life now. Everything else, even my own wants and needs,sexual or otherwise, are secondary.»
Brenda, her chin and nose smeared and dripping with Suzanne’spussy juices, suddenly rose up from where she’d knelt and turned aroundso she could grab Susan’s hand. She squeezed it tightly and seemed totremble with happiness. «Susan! Mistress Susan! It’s like you’re readingmy mind! I absolutely love you!»
Suddenly, Brenda leaped forward and threw herself into Susan.They kissed on the lips as Brenda squeezed Susan with all her might.The kiss was incredibly intense and lasted a long time. The fact thatthey were sharing and swapping Suzanne’s juices turned them on evenmore.
As they kissed, Brenda thought, Gaawwwd, I love it! Thisplace is a submissive woman’s paradise! It would be plenty great beingMaster Alan’s only slave, but getting to share the entire experiencewith the likes of Mistress Susan and Mistress Suzanne makes it all MANYtimes greater! Like what Susan just said about judging her day by thequality and quantity of our master’s many sexual experiences! So true!That crystallized some feelings I hadn’t been able to express. And thenwhen we talk about this kind of stuff we get all hot and bothered andkiss like this! I love it! Together, we can serve him so much better!
Before too long, Susan and Brenda were seriously going aftereach other’s bodies. They mashed their heavy tits together over andover, and continued to kiss like they were attempting to permanentlyfuse at the mouth. The only reason they didn’t take things further wasbecause they remained seated and didn’t lie down.
But after a few minutes, Susan remembered Suzanne and lookedover to her. «Suzanne? What’s up? You’re lost in thought and you’re notjoining us?»
Suzanne in fact was in deep thought. Now that Susan andBrenda were motionless and attentive, she snapped out of it and said,»You know, Susan, you’re kinda crazy. I’m sure you obsess about thosethings much more than even he does. That’s not healthy. But I dounderstand you, you know I do. You and I are soul sisters, too. Iunderstand Brenda, too, far more than I think she realizes. The fact is,those kinds of questions come to me every day, too. I’ll admit that mypleasure comes first.»
Susan and Brenda were both mildly perturbed to hear that last comment, but they stayed silent.
Suzanne went on, «But Sweetie’s is a very close second. If hewere to go the whole day only cumming a couple of times, or not at all,like when he went that whole weekend on that horrible camping trip, I’mpractically a wreck. You know what we are? We’re like three crazypeople in an insane asylum. We’re having an argument, and I’m only everso slightly less crazy than you, so even what I’m saying would soundtotally insane to any outsider. But that’s our world now. And I don’tknow how to get out of it.»
She thought to herself for some moments, then added, «I’mtorn. I’m of two minds. On one hand, I look at how the three of usbehave, and I think the situation is hopeless. We’re all too horny to beable to even talk seriously about him for five minutes without gettingcarried away and going wild on each other. How can we ever resist himenough to provide any discipline to stop him from drifting into, well, Isuppose you could call it the complete triumph of the ‘Bad Alan?’ Maybeyou’re right. Maybe we are hard wired to be uncontrollable sexnymphos.»
Susan suggested, «We’ve just been unusually horny and excited this week, what with so many amazing things happening,»
She was trying to be optimistic to counter Suzanne’s gloomymood. Also, abashed by Suzanne’s comment about how they couldn’t evenkeep their hands off each other for five minutes, she nudged Brenda toget off of her lap, forcing Brenda to stand up.
«True,» Suzanne nodded, «but one could have said the samelast week. And the week before. And the week before. Every week, we’reamazingly horny! It’s like we’re living an amazing dream that never endsand only gets more and more intense. But I do have hope. Because, onthe other hand, I think of all the things in my life that I’ve done, andthat you and I have done together. Things have a way of working out,you know? I almost feel like I could have the strength to tell him to dohis homework before he can fuck. But I’m not quite there.»
She thought, I just hope to God my plan to bring Gloryinto our group is gonna work because I need her support and willpowervery badly right now. But I can’t count on that possibility.
She paused, and then added, «And he still has his ‘Bad Alan’problem. Can you two at least try to work with me on this? I’m going totry to give this my all. I’m going to dig deep in myself and try to findreserves of willpower to keep this household functioning on at leastsome kind of semi-realistic plane. Bills have to be paid. Food has to bebought. A whole range of things has to be done that has nothing to dowith sex.»
She said with determination, «Let’s start with tonight. We’regoing to have the usual Wednesday night poke-her party, there’s nodoubt about that. I would never want to cancel it. But he shouldn’t beallowed to join the party until he’s finished his homework and householdchores. If he only had a little bit of discipline every now and then Ithink that would be enough, because he’s a good kid at heart. That’s whywe all love him. But I can’t even REMEMBER the last time he’s donesomething like do the dishes or clean his room. And don’t say it happenssometimes when I’m not here, because it doesn’t. Can we all agree onthat, that we’ll do that tonight?»
Susan and Brenda nodded.
Suzanne continued, «Here’s the plan. Every day, one of uswill talk to him when he comes home from school and determine a list ofthings he has to get done. The more he gets done, the more sex he canhave. Simple, but effective. Let’s say he finishes his chemistry lesson.Then he can run off and shoot his rocks off into Katherine’s mouth.Then he does his math. He’s free to pump a big load of burning cum intoAmy’s tight ass. And so on. We can make sex an incredibly powerfulreward if we could just say no every now and then and delaygratification for a little while.»
Susan joined Brenda on her feet. She pulled Suzanne up aswell, and put her hands in Suzanne’s. «I’m with you. I agree completely.I understand I have an unhealthy lack of self-control that could bedamaging to my children’s lives in the long term. I think today that Ireally do finally get it. I think you may be surprised; I may be able tohelp more than you realize. I can put my foot down sometimes, forinstance, when I recently insisted Angel was not allowed to beginlactating, much less get pregnant. I think we can see a win-win, whereAlan gets his homework done every day AND we all have plenty of crazymonkey sex with that forever loving cum-filled boy.»
Suzanne smiled. «Crazy monkey sex. I like that.» She turned to Brenda and thought, BringingBrenda in as our sex slave maid is just like pouring gasoline on thefire that is Sweetie’s problem. But there’s no turning back now. She smiled encouragingly and asked, «Brenda, are you with us?»
The three of them now stood together in a small circle.Brenda put her hands on top of those of the other two, but much morereluctantly. «Okay, I’ll try. But I’m afraid I’m just the opposite. Asyou get to know me better, I’ll think you’ll be surprised at just howlittle willpower I have. I’m as spoiled as anyone you’ll ever meet.Can’t I be one to work on the rewards end of the program, exclusively? Ican handle that part pretty well.»
Suzanne and Susan laughed. They answered together, «No!»
They drew together in a group hug. Given that the three ofthem were now topless, and Brenda and Suzanne wore nothing at all, thehug didn’t stand much of a chance of failing to escalate into somethingmore.
Susan got started on fondling Brenda’s breasts in a big way.But before their kisses and fondles got too carried away, she asked,»Suzanne, one question. Is there any reason why we’d have to startpracticing self-control right now?»
Suzanne replied, «No. Actually, the more we can burn off oursexual energy with each other instead of with him, the better we’ll be.»
Susan cried out happily, «Then burn, baby, burn! All thistalk about the difficulty of resisting Tiger’s cock, I don’t know aboutyou two, but it’s made me-«
Suzanne finished the sentence, «SO HOT!» Then she burst into laughter at Susan using her catchphrase yet again.
The three of them collapsed to the floor, and soon all that could be seen was a wild tangle of arms and legs.
