Part 140: Simply Irresistible

Day 76: Saturday, November 30

Chapter 1

"YES! YES! YES! MASTER! OH, MASTER! AAAIIIIEEEE!"

Alan was fucking Brenda's ass hard and fast. He'd already been fucking her at a good pace for over ten minutes and was getting tired, but still he kept on drilling her back door. Susan and Suzanne had gone to his room so he and Brenda could have some semblance of privacy in Susan's bedroom.

"OH MASTER! PLEASE! PLEASE! YES!"

She kept yelling "please," and for the life of him, he couldn't understand what the "please" was for anymore. But he did know that what he was doing to her was working, and doing so in spades. She was on all fours in the middle of Susan's bed, and he was kneeling behind Brenda with his hands on her lusciously protuberant ass cheeks. Their bodies swayed back and forth in a synchronized rhythm, like a big two-person crosscut saw cutting across a log between them.

Brenda had cum over and over and over already, yet she was alert enough to keep insistently pushing her ass back at him after each of his thrusts.

"OH! MAAAAASTER! AAAAIIIIEEEEE!"

Alan laughed inwardly as she had yet another obvious climax. She was ejaculating pussy juice again, drenching his balls with even more wetness. She'd started cumming immediately after he'd thrust deep in her ass, as he'd commanded, and she'd continued to climax every few minutes. But as her arousal reached an even higher fever pitch, she'd started cumming even more often. Now she was cumming so much that, for all practical purposes, she was having one long, continuous orgasm. She showed no signs of wanting to slack off for a rest break either. It was as though she either didn't want to, or simply couldn't, stop.

He was envious. He still hadn't climaxed once, and he knew that it would be all over when he did.

He looked down at his crotch, fascinated by the way her ass was repeatedly pushing back to take him as deeply as possible. However, her butt cheeks were so plump and full that he wasn't quite able to achieve total penetration, because the outward protuberance of her seat cushioned her thrusts against him, denying her the last fraction of an inch at the root of his cock. As he watched her push back yet again, it slowly dawned on him that she was instinctively trying to find the right angle to force ALL of his boner into her ass, but without success.

As he watched her ass cheeks sliding back and forth along his long shaft, he started noticing differences between Brenda and the other women who felt very strongly about taking him up the ass. For instance, she didn't have Amy's legendary tightness, nor Heather's singularly amazing internal strength, and he was very glad she didn't.

Instead, he felt a great hunger from her, as if her ass were somehow starved for cock. At the same time, he also felt within himself a contentment with the thought that, by feeding that need, he could satisfy her and bring her the happiness she'd been denied in so much of her life. At the same time, he could also feel how much it meant to her to yield herself like this, fully and completely, and be accepted for who and what she was. She was continually moaning with lust and gasping for air, but he could also detect repeated sighs of profound contentment.

Plus, there was the way she was almost literally hosing him down with her squirting pussy juices every time she climaxed, which was happening more and more frequently as he kept fucking her.

The thing that surprised him the most was just how hot the inside of her ass felt. If he hadn't known better, he would have thought she was fevered, or that she didn't have enough lube and the friction of his cock pounding her up the ass was raising her internal temperature, or something. But no, she was well lubed and still quite slippery. It was disconcerting at first, but once he gave up worrying about exactly why her ass warmed his stiffness as if it were a heating pad wrapped around him, he found the sensation extremely pleasant, not to mention unexpectedly enticing.

Outwardly, though, she looked like a rag doll. Her short curly hair was bouncing and her head nodded up and down so much that it seemed as if her neck was liable to break. Sweat flew off her chin and the tip of her nose, and her mouth seemed permanently wide open as she screamed and screamed and screamed. All the while, she rammed her ass back to take him as deep as she could on every thrust.

"OH GOD, OH GOD! PLEASE! NO! NO! YEEEESSS! OH GOD YES! MAAAAASTER!"

This wasn't the first time that he had fucked her until she looked like a rag doll. But she was so excited over being given her new ring (and being able to give him her own "ring" in return) and her status as his official anal slave that her energy seemed boundless, no matter how hard or often she came. True, her head flopped around like a bobblehead doll's, but her hips relentlessly pushed back against his erection. At times, he wasn't sure who was fucking whom.

As a result, he didn't really have the option to stop. He'd tried a brief strategic break once, but that caused her to gyrate and churn her hips in such unexpected, arousing, and insistently demanding ways that straightforward thrusting into her needy ass was almost LESS climax-inducing.

The only "relief" he got was that he'd fucked her for so long that her ass had loosened up, so she wasn't quite as tight and didn't crush his boner with quite as much force as usual. He wondered how his bone was able to slide in and out so ably and quickly when she had such a hot and tight hole to plow.

Yet, despite the insanely great non-stop stimulation, he managed to stay right on the edge of a climax without actually tipping over. He felt like he was flying, and it seemed like he could go on forever. But he knew he'd have to stop very soon, not because his cock couldn't take it, but because the rest of his body was just running out of energy. He was burning up calories as if he were running at full speed, which in a sense he was, and he couldn't maintain that pace for too much longer. But Brenda was worth it. He pushed himself to his physical limit, for her.

"MASTER, MASTER, MASTER! MAAAAAAA-YEEEEAAAAAIIIIIEEEE!"

He was about to try the strategic break idea again when he heard a loud gasp behind him. He felt as if he were on a runaway train, but he somehow managed to twist his head to look at the doorway as the fast fucking went on and on.

Susan and Suzanne were there, nude and frantically masturbating themselves on their knees as they raptly watched the powerful anal fucking.

They suddenly both realized that he'd discovered them, causing them to look guilty. Both of them blushed, since they'd said they were going to leave Alan and Brenda alone, and yet they obviously couldn't resist peeking in. But neither of them moved to get up and leave. They were just too horny to stop what they were doing.

He thought their facial expressions were both adorable and hilarious, not to mention arousing. He started laughing heartily, and somehow that interrupted his rhythm and groove in such a way that his control slipped, causing him to cum without restraint.

His mood changed in an instant. Since he was about to cum, he wanted to make the best of it. He roared like an angry, wounded bear. As his cum started to fire deep into the heated depths of Brenda's needy ass, he gathered his last reserves of energy and somehow increased the pace and power of his thrusts another notch.

Brenda could feel that he was cumming. Even though she'd been cumming all along, that triggered some sort of super orgasm in her that was an order of magnitude greater than all her previous ones. No longer even capable of pronouncing a short word like "yes," she screamed incoherently and so loudly that he felt as if he had his head next to a stack of speakers at a heavy metal concert. She was LOUD!

In fact, she came so hard that she even squirted some milk from her nipples. She only did that when she was completely overtaken by her lust during orgasm.

After his climax peaked, he felt like he was spinning and falling. He struggled mightily to stay conscious, and seemingly to even stay sane.

He was only partially successful. His body abruptly dropped onto hers like a sack of potatoes and for a few minutes he drifted insensibly in and out of consciousness. He didn't know where he was, who he was, or what had happened, but he had a lingering sense of satiation and total satisfaction.

Eventually he came around, but he played possum and pretended to still be out of it so he could recover completely. Even though he'd been on top of Brenda during the fuck, somehow her body had wound up partially draped over his while he was resting. He could feel her upper body rising and falling in time to her still heavy breathing, just as his was doing, even though it was now many minutes after their mutual collapse.

As he rested with his eyes closed, he thought, Fuckedy-fuck-fuck-fuck! I think you could kill me with a feather now. That was TOO intense! I pride myself on being able to fuck a woman into unconsciousness, but she pretty much did that to ME! SHE was the unstoppable human fucking machine this time! Hell, if I hadn't even moved at all, that would still have been a great fuck just from all the motion and energy that she put into it.

He was somewhat afraid to open his eyes, because he worried that she would still be improbably energetic and expect more from him.

As a result, he continued to pretend to sleep. Besides, his body needed to rest and recuperate.

Chapter 2

Finally, after about ten minutes of near sleep and deep relaxation, Alan opened his eyes.

He was startled to see Brenda propped up on an elbow next to him, staring right at his face. The love and adoration in her gaze was impossible to miss, not to mention her glow of contentment.

"Howdy, Master!" she said brightly. "Welcome back to the world of the living." She chuckled at that, proud of the fact that she'd fucked him into a state of exhaustion.

He looked at her and almost couldn't believe her continued lusty enthusiasm. But the intense fucking had obviously affected her too, because she looked extremely satisfied and well fucked.

Whoa! That's new... he thought, looking at her. I've seen her look satiated before, after sex, but never this air of deep contentment to go along with her "I've been SO FUCKED!" look. Dang! If I could somehow manage to do it, I'd love to see her wear that well fucked look every single day of her life! She deserves it, and all the love and happiness that comes with it.

He let out a frustrated sigh as he contemplated the difficulty of keeping all of his women happy and sexually satisfied.

Her hair was sticking up in every direction like she'd just stepped out of a wind tunnel, except for the hair over her forehead, which was matted down by sweat. He found the fact that she looked like that because of him thrilling. He also loved seeing his black collar around her neck. But he tried not to visibly react too much, lest it spoil his image with her as the all-powerful "master" she fancied him to be.

He grunted in acknowledgement. He glanced quickly to the door and saw that it was closed and Susan and Suzanne were long gone. Then he looked back to Brenda and saw her gazing adoringly at her new ring on her finger.

Brenda had an arm across his chest already, but now she lifted herself up and pretty much climbed right on top of him. Her huge tits flattened against his chest (or at least tried to - there was just too much tit-flesh there), and she rested her head on his chest as well.

To discourage her from getting too amorous too soon, he closed his eyes again. He was happy to lie there and enjoy the warmth of her body.

Luckily, she seemed content just to cuddle. But she did coo into his ear, "Master, you've made me so very, very happy! That was SUCH a great fuck! Another one of your total destruction fucks, for sure. I think I truly lost my mind for a while there. After that, I'd be ready to pledge myself to be your eternal sex slave. But the only problem with that is ... I already am!"

She squealed with glee. "And the collar, and the ring, and the anal domination, and ... EVERYTHING! Oh GOD! I'm just too excited to lie still!"

Nonetheless, she did keep relatively still, although she molded her body into his even more than before.

She was too wired to keep quiet, though. "Mistress Susan was SOOOO right! The anal surrender of a truly submissive slave to her master is so complete and ... POWERFUL! And liberating! And Mistress Amy ... she KNEW how much I needed this and supported me all the way. What a great Anal Pal she is. Gosh, I just love ALL my superiors!"

Alan wanted to lift a hand to stroke Brenda's hair, to comfort her, but it was like his arm was made out of lead. He thought, Oh man! That took so much out of me. I am seriously fucking dead. I need a big fat nap. But I have to admit I'm kind of excited too, even now. I mean ... Brenda. She's just so ... Brenda! He chuckled inwardly.

He opened his eyes again.

Brenda immediately lifted herself up so she could look down at him. Her massive boobs hung down and still rested against much of his chest. She said, "I was just thinking how right you are for me, Master. I mean ... God! After the way you fucked me like that, all I want to do is serve you forever and ever. Being owned and controlled by you, there's just nothing to compare!"

Without thinking, he asked, "What about Adrian?" But then he realized that was a rude thing to ask. He didn't want her to compare her son with him; he figured she had enough difficulties with that unusual sharing arrangement already. So he quickly edited his question. "I mean, is he into anal sex too?"

Brenda quickly shook her head. "Oh no, Master, not in the slightest. At first, I was disappointed about that, but now it actually makes me glad. It's only right for a son to fuck his mommy, especially when he's got a busty and beautiful mommy like me. But my ass belongs to you, and you alone, Master, and that's as it should be too."

She stroked her fingers along the line of his jaw as he lay under her. She proudly declared, "I'm YOUR complete and utter anal slave! And I've got a Slave Ring to prove it!" She stared lovingly at the golden ring on her ring finger. It had a purple amethyst stone. She'd been given much bigger and more expensive jewelry, by far, but there was none that she loved more than this.

Suddenly inspired, she managed to quickly flip her position around so her ass was nearly in his face and her mouth was just above his crotch. Not surprisingly, this focused her attention on his penis, even though it was flaccid. She started stroking it and gently blowing on it.

Alan was still so out of it though that it didn't even occur to him to remember where his erection had been not too long ago, let alone be concerned about it on her behalf. (As it was, she'd had an enema a short while before, plus she'd wiped his shaft clean with handi-wipes while he was sleeping.)

Referring to the totally lifeless status of his penis, he said, "You're not going to have any luck there, I'm afraid. You totally destroyed me."

Purring contentedly, but also with irrepressible glee in her voice, she replied, "No, Master, you destroyed ME! 'Total destruction fuck' is the perfect name for it. That was the greatest fuck ever!"

Taking her cue from Susan's post-orgasmic "cleaning" tradition, she started licking his penis and balls clean, even though she'd already cleaned it with the handi-wipe. This wasn't about actual cleaning; it was about the symbolism, showing her submission and gratitude.

She added as she licked, "We're just so anally compatible, don't you think, Master?" She paused to just lovingly kiss her way up and down his flaccid shaft and his balls for a while.

He grunted affirmatively.

Then she went on, "It's like Mistress Amy said: your cock BELONGS in my ass! But how did you know, and how did she know? You must have known already, when you made me your Anal Slave."

He shrugged.

Even though she was facing the other way, she could feel his gesture, and thus got his message.

He found it funny that if he said anything he'd basically be talking to her ass crack and swampy pussy. If he'd had even an ounce of energy left, he would have fingered her or licked her, but he was simply too tired to move.

He thought, The thing is, she's right. But I'm totally anally compatible with Amy too, and Heather, and Mom. Each in somewhat different but still really great ways. And fucking Mother's ass is a pretty cool change of pace. Then there's Xania's nice ass, with her unique talents...

Dammit, I'm just too overextended with that and everything else. But I can't let Brenda go. Heck, I can't let anyone go. It's not just the sex; I've gotten too emotionally attached. I may not really love Brenda, not yet anyway, but she's growing on me in a big way. I mean, I can't imagine her NOT being in my life at this point. In fact, I can already tell I'm going to have a hard time sharing her with Adrian, for as long as that has to last.

Besides, it's not all about what I want. She was unhappy before she found me, and now look at her! She's practically bubbling and glowing with pleasure, and it's all because of me and the harem! I think she'd be even more miserable to have me and then lose me again. Lose us, actually. That would be downright cruel to her. Not an option!

After mulling his thoughts, he said, "I agree with you, Slave, about the two of us being anally compatible. We do have some special chemistry there. And I fully intend to train your ass to crave your master's touch."

"Master... !" She breathlessly whispered, already shivering with anticipation. She stared intently at his flaccid penis, trying to bring it back to full hardness simply through willpower and desire. She kept on licking.

He continued, "But I've got another Adrian question. You say your ass belongs to me, but what if he gets curious about anal sex with you? What'll you do?"

She confidently replied while lovingly slathering her tongue all over his balls. "First of all, he won't. I tell you, he's just not into asses. He thinks anal sex is gay."

"I used to think that also, not too long ago," Alan pointed out, while staring right into Brenda's pussy and ass. He felt his mouth watering in anticipation of having the energy to lift his face between her thighs and return the favor of what she was doing to him down below. He found the delicate curves of her plush buttocks and the cleft in between them surprisingly beautiful.

Her tone was dismissive. "Yeah, and maybe he'll grow up about that eventually, but it doesn't matter. He doesn't even really see the ass as an erogenous zone. If I'm bending over, wiggling my bare butt at him, I swear he'll be wondering when I'm gonna stand up and turn around so he can see my boobs. Master, you may think you're a 'tit man, ' but you really aren't, at least not compared to him." She kept right on licking his balls.

Alan had gotten so used to having his privates cleaned after sex that he didn't even think about it, and just enjoyed the pleasurable sensations. Getting his penis licked when it was flaccid wasn't so arousing, but the loving attention on his balls always felt good.

He asked, "But what if he persists, and asks to try out anal sex someday?"

She replied, "I hope he has a girlfriend by then so I can hand him over to her in order to do that. That's something that has to happen before too long as part of Suzanne's overall plan, right? It damn well better, because my ass belongs to YOU! He'll just have to understand that, and you do too. Or does 'Anal Slave' mean nothing to you?"

She worried that she was sounding too demanding for a sex slave, so she tried to dial down her passion. "Master, I don't mean to forget my place with my impetuousness, but that title means everything to me. Susan, Amy, all your other slaves, they've dedicated ALL their slutty, naughty holes to you. Their entire bodies belong to you and you alone. I love my son, and I'm okay with having sex with him for a while, but I have this need to dedicate at least one hole to you, and only to you! That is, as long as you say so and Suzanne deems him sufficiently mature and you can take complete control of my entire body again. You OWN me. It's only right!"

These ideas inspired and aroused her, so she took Alan's penis in her mouth and started sucking and licking it despite its totally flaccid state. At the same time, she expertly fondled his balls with her fingers.

Alan couldn't help but feel inspired and aroused too. What Brenda was doing to his privates helped, but it was mostly about her determination to save anal sex exclusively for him. His jaw practically hit his chest when he felt his dick start to engorge under her care and attention; he'd been convinced that, after that long and exhausting anal sex session and all that happened leading up to it, he wouldn't be able to get hard again for quite a while. Even now, he was still exhausted and more than ready for his usual afternoon nap.

He thought, Fuck! See? That's kind of fucked up. Adrian is her son, yet she seems to prefer me. I'm stepping into all kinds of unhealthy Oedipal issues here, and I suspect that'll bite me on the ass someday. But it's the very wrongness of it all that makes it so uncontrollably arousing!

Indeed, his dick had grown in her mouth to the point that she had to pull back and just bob on the top few inches. She skillfully managed to keep her fondling of his balls going too, although he had no idea where she found the energy to do all that at once. He was still too tired to lean forward and lick her pussy, despite its tempting smell of sex.

He closed his eyes and decided to shut off his thinking and just fully enjoy her oral and tactile talents.

She was absolutely estatic at his renewed stiffness. Aaaah! Yes! My lips are sealed tightly around his magnificent ten inches and I'm working up a good bobbing rhythm. This is true ecstasy. It's what being a sex slave is all about. God, there are so many licking and sucking techniques I want to pleasure him with! Sharing is great, but it's an extra thrill having his cock all to myself!

Unlike Alan, Brenda had no second thoughts about their relationship, even though it was still mostly based on sex. She was totally convinced that everything would be great and the whole Adrian situation would work out fine, despite some likely trouble along the way. The fact that Alan had rocked her world with anal sex, while Adrian didn't care at all for anything anal, was just further evidence to her that she needed both men in her life, but in different ways.

She thought as she bobbed back and forth over his sweet spot, Alan is my master, and what a master he is! After fucking my ass to sweet oblivion, after bending me to his will through countless orgasms, his great cock bounces right back to delicious full thickness! Mmmm! This is just further PROOF that he's no ordinary man. It's like Mistress Susan tells me every day: special men like him deserve total obedience and expert attention from the most beautiful and busty babes. We are his natural SLAVES, meant to SERVE!

I am bound to serve him, and his cock, with my ASS! Oh, Master! Your anal slave is going to be so good to you! Allow me to serve you by wearing my Slave Ring on your cock! Every day!

This excited her so much that she tried to go deeper, but she wasn't in a good position to attempt a deep throat. That caused her to choke and gag on his thickness for a while, something they both loved.

But she also knew that frequent, unpredictable changes were a key to any great blowjob. As a result, she switched to a different plan of attack and began performing a variety of talented moves involving her tongue and lips acting in concert.