Chapter 380 Can't You Tell When A Woman Needs To Be FUCKED?

Brenda reveled in finally being the center of everyone's sexual attention. She said with pride and sass, "Hey, honey. If you don't believe it, measure them yourself."

Sweetness! he thought. I'm so all over that! But outwardly, he kept his cool. "Believe me, I'd like to. But you said earlier that you hate being touched. You practically walked out on us."

"I've changed my mind." Brenda was panting heavily again, as her eyes went back to ogling Alan's erection, especially the sight of Suzanne's hand slipping and sliding up and down, sped along by his copious pre-cum. Suzanne had her face down in his crotch, close to his stiffness where she could breathe on it. Clearly she was just managing to restrain herself from taking his shaft deep into her mouth.

Brenda found herself thinking, I can't believe I'm casually talking to some guy while another woman jacks him off and almost blows him! At a crowded family dining table, no less! And everyone's so casual about it, like she's just brushing against his arm or something! How much hotter can things possibly get?! Somehow, this is more arousing to watch than an entire orgy! It's like, they're not having sex with him, they're SERVICING him! What kind of powerful, commanding young man can compel all these bombshell beauties to service him?

I could just bend over right now... Suzanne's hardly doing anything to his cockhead at the moment other than breathing on it... I could just bend over and take his fat knob in my mouth! ... OH GOD! I could! And bob on him wildly while her fingers are sliding so fast that they turn into a blur. He wouldn't be able to resist! He'd... he'd... cum in my mouth, instead of theirs! OH GOD! Please!

Then Brenda realized that she'd been spacing out while the others were waiting for her. She needed to say more to justify her change of heart. "Uh, I mean, I don't want you to think I'm a liar. So if you feel that strongly about it, then go ahead." She added, breathlessly, "Do whatever you have to do to me." Yes, Alan! Do it to me! Do everything to me, right now! Spank me! Give me your cum!

Fortunately, everyone agreed that Brenda should be measured. Susan ran off to get the tape measure while the rest of the group moved into the living room. (As a result, Alan's hard-on was left untended, at least for a little while.)

Brenda sat up on a coffee table. She asked huskily, "Where would you like me, Alan? Would you like me like this?"

She spread her legs wide, which made Alan wonder, Why's she sitting like that? It's not like I'm measuring her pussy... at least not yet! Dang!

Her miniskirt naturally rode up to her waist when she spread her legs, which put her soaked white panties on prominent display. She was so overwhelmed (though more by lust than alcohol) that she didn't seem to know or care what she was showing. Presumably she wouldn't have wanted anyone to see just how soaking wet her crotch was. She was leaking so copiously that she created a small puddle on the table after sitting there just a couple of minutes.

The smell of wet pussy filled the air. By this time the other women were all very wet between their legs as well, especially Suzanne who had managed to secretly cum several times by touching her clit while working on Alan. Even so, the pungent smell of Brenda's sex overwhelmed all else.

Alan had also wondered about her wording. She said, "Where would you like me?" Is this some not-so-subtle message? She's spreading her legs for me, and she seems to want me to be the one who measures her, and not anyone else. I wish I could be as brave as the others want me to be.

Mom said I should just be a real man and take control of a woman. On the other hand, Brenda's the angry, moody type. If we go too far, she may never want to talk to us again, and there's no way I'd want that. Plus, Aunt Suzy says to play hard to get. I need to keep seeing this improbably-proportioned woman. And what a cute face! It's almost like a baby face at times. No way am I going to mess this up. Just imagine if I could fuck THIS piece of ass. Wow. I'm going to take it really easy, and let her take the lead at every step so she can't complain.

He was so busy thinking that he didn't get around to answering her question. But it didn't really matter, because she appeared lost in her own blissful world.

They all were waiting for Susan to return with the tape measure. Alan sat on a sofa with his boner erect and sticking straight out, while Suzanne sat on one side of him and Katherine sat on the other.

Brenda kept that lewd pose while thinking, Alan, what are you waiting for? Can't you tell when a woman needs to be FUCKED?! Pull my panties aside. Better yet, take 'em off. Then just sliiiiide on in! It'll be like cutting though butter! Your cock is huge and my pussy's tight, but I'll make it fit! What a SNUG, perfect fit! I don't care who sees us! Just do it, in front of your mother, and your sister, and everyone!

She opened her eyes, half expecting to see Alan's cock about to plunge into her depths. But instead she realized that Suzanne was taking advantage of the pause to bend over and lick Alan's cockhead for a minute or two. Dammit! Fuck, fuck, fuck! So fucking hot! Enough cocksucking already! Bring that magnificent pussy-splitter over here and use it to really split my pussy!

Susan returned with the tape measure and handed it to Alan. She couldn't help but notice the way Suzanne was lapping up and down Alan's shaft, but this time she didn't protest.

He coughed, then said, "Uh, Brenda, before we start, it would be better if you take your top off. 'Cos, you know, the fabric is pretty thick and it might give us the wrong results."

"Better?" she asked dumbly, as she tried to focus on his words. She didn't understand how he could talk calmly with a topless goddess like Suzanne bobbing in his lap. "Ah, yes. Better without the top. I agree completely. Here goes!"

To be honest, Brenda had been dying to take her top off, so she was glad to finally have an excuse. She removed her top, but it took some time since she was a bit drunk and the top was very tight. She struggled with pulling it over her head, which gave Alan a great chance to see her bare chest shake for the first time.

Then she took off her long gloves, though there was no measurement need for that. She put her hands on her miniskirt, and seemed ready to take that off too. But then her hands stopped moving and just lingered there, holding the hem of her skirt.

She finally looked up and laughed, because she was so incredibly overjoyed.

Alan and the others all stared at her naked chest in pure amazement. She was accustomed to such stares, even though very few people had ever been lucky enough to see her totally topless.

Suzanne had been just as keen to see Brenda topless as Alan, so she stopped sucking and licking and sat up to have a good look. She still jacked him off as she gawked, and her wanton excitement was reflected in the way she happily pumped on Alan's rod.

Brenda had briefly forgotten about Alan's exposed dick when she begun to undress. But with Suzanne's hands enthusiastically slipping and squishing along his slickness, Brenda's eyes drifted downward, causing her to gasp again.

Alan could hear Brenda mutter, "Snake ... big snake..."

His eyes followed Brenda's down into his own lap. He also was a bit surprised to notice that he was being jacked off. He was somewhat drunk, like everyone else, and over the course of the evening his penis had been either held, lightly fondled, jacked off, or sucked for hours. He'd often lost track exactly what was happening to his dick at any given moment; the only thing he knew for sure was that he'd felt good all evening long.