Part 58: God Only Knows

Day 60: Thursday, November 14

Chapter 1

As soon as Suzanne was gone, Brenda was on Susan like white on rice. Her arousal level was still sky high, and she was craving relief. Her hope was that she and Susan would French kiss for a nice long while. She was keen to take off Susan's exercise outfit so they could revel in their nudity and fully explore each other's bodies. She hoped that, soon, Susan would finger her pussy and give her the great orgasm that she so desperately needed.

However, Susan had other ideas. She did neck with Brenda, but only for a minute or so before she disengaged and took a few steps back.

Brenda was puzzled, not to mention disappointed. "What ... what are you doing? Don't you like the way I kiss and hold you?"

Susan smiled warmly. "Sure I do. But I could tell you were about to cum, even without me touching you down there. And you heard what Suzanne said. I have permission to let you cum, but only... 'eventually.'"

Brenda dropped her head in defeat. "Darn it. That sucks." Seeing Susan start to walk back through the house towards the kitchen / dining room area, Brenda reluctantly followed her.

When they got to the kitchen, Susan said, "I don't know about you, but I'm thirsty. Want something to drink?" She already reached for two glasses in an upper cabinet.

"Sure," Brenda said glumly. "Whatever you're having." She was still bummed about not being able to climax yet. She could feel her arousal level dropping, which would make it harder for her to cum if they started playing around again, and that only increased her frustration.

After Susan poured two glasses of milk and handed one across the counter to Brenda, she said, "Awww, come on. Why the sad look?"

"It's just that ... I was so close."

Susan walked around the counter to sit on one of the stools. But then she decided it would be more comfortable to move to one of the sofas in the living room, so she headed there, forcing Brenda to follow her again.

Once they were seated, facing each other on different sofas, Susan spoke as she sipped her milk. "Don't be upset. We've got lots of time. Do you have anywhere you need to go?"

"No," Brenda admitted. She drank her milk too, but what she really wanted to do was play with herself until she got her much needed release. She felt increasingly awkward that she was completely naked (except for her high heels) while Susan was still dressed in her skin-tight exercise outfit.

Susan smiled encouragingly. "There you go, then. These hours when my Tiger is in school can be agonizingly slow for me. I love that you're here with me to help pass the time. And we've got LOTS to discuss! And as far as not being able to cum yet, think of it as a good training exercise. Remember, if Tiger is going to tame you - and he will, have no doubt about that - you're going to frequently experience frustration and humiliation like this, whether you want to or not. I'm sure it won't take long before he'll have you on your knees desperately begging and pleading for permission to cum! And once it starts, it'll never stop. Does that bother you?"

"Well..." Brenda was conflicted and didn't know how to respond, because it sounded both wonderful and frightening at the same time. She was so exhilarated that she found it hard to breathe.

Susan said, "Remember that I'm in the same boat as you. He's already done that kind of thing to me. And I don't know about you, but it makes me so hot!"

There was a long pause while Susan waited for a response.

Brenda thought, Dammit, every single time I come here, it seems I end up naked and humiliated. Even when Alan isn't around. Think how much worse it'll be when he's my boss. My ... my ... lord and master! The phrase "lord and master" was like an instant aphrodisiac for her, reminding her of her pivotal first private conversation with Alan.

He's going to teach me my place over and over again. My proper role ... as one of his big-titted sex pets! Spanking my ass, slapping his big cock against my face, spraying his hot cum on me ... and IN me ... I bet he'll make me wear his cum on my face all day long, even in public ... Oh! HOT DAMN!

Finally, Brenda grinned and admitted, "Okay, I'll admit it makes me really hot and bothered too. But that doesn't make it any less frustrating while it's happening!" She pouted, "Like right now. Can I play with myself? Please?"

"No, you may not." Susan got a slight rush out of saying that, which surprised her a little.

"Argh!" Brenda's bare ass squirmed all over the sofa. She sat on her hands to help resist temptation. At the same time, she tried to kickstart an interesting conversation to get her mind off the nagging desire she felt in her pussy and nipples. "So ... What was this you were saying about Alan and the big-titted cheerleaders?"

Susan's face brightened. "Oh, isn't it wonderful? Unfortunately, I don't know many of the details yet - I just get hints here and there because he says he can't kiss and tell - but it sounds like he's turning the cheerleading squad into his own personal harem at school! Isn't that just the hottest thing you've ever heard?"

"It is!" Brenda started squirming in her seat again. "That goes to show that no woman can resist him!"

A burning wave of arousal hit Brenda like she was standing next to a blast furnace. As much as she would have liked to hear more, this wasn't the time. She decided that they needed to talk about something else or her urge to cum would reach unbearable levels before long. So she said, "Um, let's talk about that later. What about you? How have you been doing lately?"

The disappointment on Susan's face was obvious - she'd been looking forward to having an extensive, arousing talk about Alan playing with the cheerleaders, even if they had to make it all up themselves. But she recovered quickly. "Oh, good, good. Let's see ... I haven't updated you on things since you left yesterday, have I?" Her eyes went wide when she recalled all over again what had happened to her last night.

"No, you haven't." Brenda tried to brace herself, because this could be extremely arousing too. But her curiosity made her incapable of changing the subject.

Susan put down her unfinished glass of milk and sat up eagerly on the edge of her sofa. "My gosh! So much has happened since the party last night! So much!"

Brenda had just removed her hands from under her ass. She already was wondering if that was a wise move. She sat up straighter, her interest growing. "Really? What?"

Susan grabbed the edges of the sofa. "Hold on to your hat! You won't believe this! My Tiger ... he fucked Suzanne in the ass last night!"

"NO!" Brenda was genuinely surprised, and she felt a thrill run down her spine.

"Yes! What's more, I pretty much saw the whole thing!"

"Oh God, NO!" Brenda loved that even more, and easily imagined peeking in on such a sexy scene.

Susan's head was filled with a clear picture of what she'd seen. "YES! I'm telling you, it's true! And it was amaaaazing!"

"But, but ... I thought he was all worn out after I left."

"Him? Worn out? Are you kidding me? He was just getting warmed up! I sucked his damn huge cock for such a very long time too!"

"NO!"

"Yes!"

"NO!" Brenda had to sit on her hands again to stop herself from masturbating. She was frustrated that she was naked, but felt unable to capitalize on it.

"I'm telling you, it's true! It was INTENSE! It seems that all that oral fun I love so much pales in comparison to anal sex! I simply can't believe it, and yet at the same time I can't get the thought of it off my mind. In the hours since then, I've been thinking about anal sex even more than cocksucking and titfucking combined!"

"Wow!" Brenda sat back on her sofa, thoroughly impressed, letting that big news sink in.

Susan was so eager that she practically slid off the front edge of her sofa. "Brenda, I'm telling you, seeing his thick cock slide in and out of Suzanne's tiny little back door ... it's like nothing I've ever seen or imagined! How could such a huge cock get in such a tiny hole?! How?!"

There was a pause until Brenda realized she was expected to answer. "I don't know!" Her head was spinning with excitement so much that she had to gasp for air.

"I don't know either! I mean, what if that's ME?! And you should have seen her! Dear Lord, have mercy! She was screaming and thrashing around, begging for more, cumming over and over until she was practically drowning with total erotic, orgasmic overload! He kept on ruthlessly drilling her, taming her, pounding her poor tiny anus until she literally cried tears of joy!"

She spoke louder and faster with growing excitement. "He MADE HER take him up the ass and she took it ALL! He even came inside her while she shivered and shook and trembled in orgasm! With her butt stuffed full to bursting with his cock! And I stood there naked at Tiger's door, secretly watching the whole thing! God, was it SO HOT!"

Brenda was regretting this change of topic, because it was even more arousing than talking about Alan and the cheerleaders. But she was so horny that she simply couldn't control herself anymore. She pulled her hands out from under her ass cheeks again and began wantonly pulling on her nipples and her clit. "You know what this means, don't you?"

"No. What?" Susan was suddenly so carried away that chastising Brenda for playing with herself was the last thing on her mind.

"You're next! It's just a matter of time before Alan is going to be fucking YOUR ass!"

Susan silently gasped. Oh my goodness! But it's true! It must be true! He WILL!

"And then he's going to get to the rest of us," Brenda intimated firmly. Then her eyes widened as she breathed huskily, "That means he's gonna fuck my ass too!"

"Oh Lord! Dear God! Please, Lord, please, have mercy!" Susan decided that playing with herself just like what Brenda was doing was a very good idea. She was frustrated though that she was still wearing her exercise outfit. So she frantically pulled it all the way off, needing to get to her pussy and nipples.

Brenda continued, "It's true! Susan, I hope you enjoy feeling comfy sitting like you are. Soon, you'll hardly be able to sit at all, and that'll be a permanent condition since your ass will always be recovering from some recent anal spearing he's given you!"

Susan gasped, and clutched at her now fully exposed rack. "'Spearing?' Do you have to use that word? It sounds so ... invasive. Like he's going to split me in two."

Brenda wantonly fondled herself all over as she panted, "Yes, I do! And he will! His massive cock is going to penetrate your ass over and over again, like a thick spear or lance! And there's nothing you can do about it but wantonly churn your hips on his stiff snake and totally love it!"

Susan was still holding her tits with one hand, but her other hand had already migrated to her pussy and she was digging two fingers deep into her slit in the best imitation of a "spearing" that she could imagine. "But ... what if I don't want that? The idea of anal sex makes me more than a little bit squeamish. Some things just aren't natural. Unholy, even! If God wanted people to-"

Brenda cut her off brusquely. "Shut up! Don't even say that. Sorry to be rude, but that's not the Susan I know talking; that's the old you. I've heard about the prudish way you were brought up. You know who told you that? Some deeply sexually unsatisfied religious nuts!"

Susan frowned. "Hey! You're talking about my family." Nonetheless, she didn't stop masturbating.

"So what? Look, I'll admit that I don't know your family from Adam, but I'm willing to hazard a guess here. Did you ever have any hint or clue that your parents enjoyed sex? Or your preacher or anyone else filling your head with this claptrap?"

Susan admitted, "To be honest, I can't imagine my parents or any of them even having sex, much less enjoying it. But they must have done something, because families with lots of children were the general rule, including mine."

"Maybe so. But can you imagine your mother joyously screaming out as an orgasm rips through her? Or her luxuriating in the total joy of giving your father a great blowjob? Or even her giving him a blowjob at all, ever?"

Susan conceded, "I'm sure they've never done that. Father would say that's unnatural, and a sin."

"And what do YOU say about it?"

Susan sat up stiffly and proudly. "Why, blowjobs are just about the most wonderful thing on God's green Earth! I honestly don't know what I'd do if I couldn't slurp and suck on my Tiger's sweet, hot cock for hours at a time! Well, okay, maybe not hours at a time, but maybe someday. A girl can dream." She stared off into space with a blissful smile.

Brenda chuckled at that while she continued to masturbate too. "You see? If you listened to your parents, you'd never do that at all. And yet you continue to heed their advice on anal sex?! Don't you remember how deliriously overjoyed Suzanne was last night when Alan was spearing HER ass? So you know everything you learned about anal sex is wrong."

Susan fretted, "I know, I know! But it's one thing to know that in theory. My revulsion is so deeply ingrained that I can't simply turn it off, like flipping a light switch."

Brenda pointed out, "But at the same time, the idea of it arouses you greatly. I can tell. For instance, you can't stop playing with yourself, even while talking about your objections."

"Hey! You're playing with yourself too."

Brenda laughed, because it was true. But she didn't want to stop now. However, she also was careful not to get too overheated. She was close to the cusp of an orgasm again, and she was determined not to cum, not until Susan gave her permission. Somehow, that had become very important to her.

Chapter 2

Susan finally stopped masturbating, and said, "Time out, here. This is serious. I'm not just squeamish about using a hole that's meant for gross bodily functions. I have serious religious reservations! Whether my parents or my pastor enjoyed sex is irrelevant to what the Bible has to say about anal sex."

Brenda also stopped masturbating, and asked, "And what does it say?"

"In the Bible it's called sodomy, after the city of Sodom as in 'Sodom and Gomorrah.' I don't even have to look up what the Bible says about that, because I know it by heart. Shall I tell it to you?"

Brenda said, "I'm not as religiously knowledgeable as you, but even I know that story. A guy named Lot living in one of those towns had some male guests, and some men in the town tried to rape them. God got really mad and decided to destroy the towns. Except he let Lot and his family leave first since they were the only moral people worth saving. But Lot's wife looked back as they left and she turned into a pillar of salt. Right?"

Susan admitted, "It's a bit more complicated, but that's the gist of it."

"A-ha!" Brenda said, feeling triumphant. "Can't you see? That was a case of MALE anal sex. MALE homosexuality, and male rape on top of that. What does that have to do with your situation? Nothing!"

Susan didn't want to concede the argument, so she temporized. "Okay, you have a point there. However, it's actually mentioned here and there in the Bible that the people of Sodom and Gomorrah sinned in a variety of ways, including lying, adultery, whoring, and general filthiness. Furthermore, what I'll bet you don't know is that the story of Sodom and Gomorrah is mentioned in the New Testament too, in the Epistle of Jude. It says the people of those two towns, quote 'gave themselves over to fornication, and going after strange flesh, ' unquote. And as a result, they were, quote, 'set forth as an example, suffering the vengeance of eternal fire.'''

Feeling cocky, Brenda asked, "Is that all you've got? That's nothing! General filthiness? Fornication? 'Going after strange flesh'? What the heck does that one even mean, by the way? That's all so vague. So the people of Sodom and Gomorrah were doing a lot of sinful things. Where does it specifically say in the Bible that a man putting his dick in a woman's ass is a sin?"

Susan looked away as she meekly admitted, "Well, it doesn't. Not that I know of."

"And you definitely would have heard of it, given the fact that your parents or your church repeated the stuff about Sodom and Gomorrah enough for you to know it by heart."

"That's probably true. But in the Middle Ages, the Church called anal sex the 'sin against nature' and even 'the horrible sin that amongst Christians is not to be named.'"

Brenda laughed. "That's ridiculous, not to mention hilarious! But so what? People back then believed all kinds of crazy things. The Church even prosecuted Galileo for claiming that the Earth rotates around the Sun, instead of the other way around. Should we cling to such obviously wrong beliefs just because of something some pope might have said a thousand years ago? There were all kinds of weird and corrupt popes back then, you know."

Susan sighed. "Okay, okay. Maybe I can't point to any definitive religious rule against it, but that's what I was taught to believe." Realizing that was a weak argument, she quickly added, "Besides, who knows if I'd even like it? I hear a lot of women don't."

"Oh, pshaw! Pardon my French, but that's bullshit. Susan, you're an extraordinary woman, and you won the genetic lottery. You were BUILT for sex!"

Susan stuck her tongue out playfully. "Same as you!"

"True, the same as me, although my body's even more obvious about it." She skimmed her hands along her curves from hips to chest, briefly cupping her huge breasts in offering before releasing them. "You've told me just how extraordinarily sensitive your nipples are, for example. Your whole body is like that to some degree, I'm sure. I'd bet a million dollars that you're going to love having your son bugger you. And that's a bet I could actually make! That bet would be like giving me free money."

Susan sighed again. She had a strong suspicion that she'd like it, because she had come to realize in recent weeks that she was very sexually sensitive, and not just with her nipples. "Maybe so. I must admit that I love the idea, even with the sinfulness and wrongfulness of it hanging over everything like a dark cloud. Maybe it's because I try not to think about Tiger fucking me in the normal way, since that would be incest, so this is like the second best thing."

Brenda shook her head, like she was a teacher sadly disappointed with a slow student. "Susan, Susan, Susan. You couldn't be more wrong. For one thing, who's to say it's the second best thing? It could be even BETTER than regular sex! Some women do love it more, for very good reasons. And you'd better get used to Alan taking your other hole too. You are one of his fuck toys, and that means you're going to get FUCKED! Period! In every damn hole, now that we know he likes anal sex too. The only reason he hasn't fucked you fourteen ways to Sunday already is because he's a nice, considerate guy, and he loves you. He knows you need time to adjust, so he's being patient."

Brenda's face was almost angry, and she repeatedly stabbed a finger in Susan's direction. "But what's coming is gonna happen just as soon as the sun rising tomorrow morning, so you need to get used to it!"

Susan sat back and tried to recover. She felt like she'd just been attacked by Brenda's bold words. "What are you saying?"

Brenda was surprisingly aggressive, because she felt so passionately about this issue. "You know what I'm saying! Are you deaf? No!" She stopped her finger pointing and softened her tone. "Look. I understand that the incest issue is still a big problem for you, so let's not worry about vaginal sex right now and concentrate on the anal. And try to forgot about your religious reservations and just think about what Alan did to Suzanne last night. Let's just make this as simple as possible. Do you want what he did with her to happen to you?"

Susan furrowed her brow with worry. "Well ... yes ... and no..."

Brenda growled impatiently, "Make up your mind!"

Susan wailed, "I'm sorry, but it's not so easy! Look at me! I can't stop playing with myself."

Brenda looked, and sure enough, Susan had resumed fingering her clit.

Susan's face was blushing red. "The idea drives me wild! There's nothing I'd love more! But at the same time, it's just so WRONG! And yet, the very wrongness of it somehow turns me on even MORE! I'm all messed up!"

Brenda said with unusual calm, "No, you're not." She said, "Stop playing with yourself for a minute and listen to me."

Susan withdrew her fingers from her crotch.

Brenda spoke with confidence. "Look. I know I'm not part of your wonderful family, and I'm kind of an interloper into this whole remarkable sexual thing you all have going on. But I have eyes to see. And maybe being an outsider gives me special clarity in looking at your position. The fact is, your son is a very special man. Is it luck or talent or charisma or something else that makes him so irresistible to us ladies? I don't know, and frankly I don't care. It is what it is. There's no point in trying to fight it."

Susan felt like Brenda's words were hitting her like a series of slaps, forcing her to wake up from a distant dream. She's right! I can't fight it. Resistance is useless! Goodness gracious, that's such an arousing thought!

Brenda went on, "Forget about fairness and feminism and equal rights and all that. I'm sure that works well for other people, but for you and me that's just an excuse to deny our true natures. We're submissive! We live to serve!"

Brenda stood up and struck a sexy pose with a hand behind her head. "Look at me! Our bodies are built to please."

"WOW!' Susan loudly exclaimed.

"What?"

"You're just so darn HOT! I'm getting a serious boner looking at you, and I don't even have a penis!"

Brenda had to drop her pose and laugh at that.

Susan continued, "If I were Alan and I saw you standing like that, I'd have no choice but to up and fuck you! Maybe even in the ass!"

Brenda smiled widely and resumed her pose. "Thank you. I'll remember that. But please, don't let me get distracted, because I was on a roll. Like I said, our bodies are built to please!" She ran a hand down her curves, as if she was trying to sell herself, except that she was enjoying caressing herself along the way.

She got "stuck" fondling the undersides of her huge tits as she continued, "The why of it, the morality of it, none of that matters much. It is what it is. It's like what you were telling me earlier. I remember your exact words, because they impacted me so profoundly. 'Remember, if Tiger is going to tame you, and he will, you're going to frequently experience frustration and humiliation. I'm sure he'll have you on your knees desperately begging and pleading for permission to cum all the time.' What happened to the woman I look up to who told me that?"

Susan shyly looked down. "It was easier saying that when talking about you than about myself. And I'm fine with that kind of talk when it comes to blowjobs and titfucks and other things that I've come to love dearly. But ... anal sex?" She shuddered in disgust.

Chapter 3

Still standing, Brenda flapped her arms in the air in frustration. "How is that any different?! Stand up! Remember how I told you Suzanne made me stand up naked, so I couldn't hide from myself or from the truth? It's time you did the same!"

Susan stood up, albeit reluctantly. "Geez, Brenda. I'm not used to seeing this side of you. You're being so aggressive."

"That's because this ... all of this ... is something I believe in quite strongly. Do you have any idea how lucky you are? I would KILL to be you! Okay, obviously not 'kill' because no one deserves to die, but I would gladly walk on a bed of hot coals or broken glass to be in your high heels. I'd do it every day! You talk about how jealous you are about the size of my boobs, but that's nothing. I would trade my boobs for the love and lust your son has for you in a heartbeat! Not to mention your frequent, easy access to his constantly stiff cock! You know, I love hearing about your daily exploits with him, but at the same time, it makes me want to grind my teeth and tear my hair out. I get to fantasize and live vicariously through you, and every now and then I get to see Alan in the flesh. But you, you're literally living the dream!"

She actually clenched her fists in frustration as she added, "There isn't a day that goes by when you don't end up naked and kneeling, sucking his fat cock at least once! AT LEAST! Whereas I haven't had the honor and pleasure YET! And that doesn't even count all the titfuck fun, handjob fun, and all around cock-serving fun you have on top of that!"

Susan was surprised by that impassioned outburst. She'd never really looked at the jealousy issue from Brenda's point of view, and it forced her to see and appreciate Brenda in a new way. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I didn't think."

"That's okay. Don't worry about it. As frustrating as it is, I still wouldn't trade my experiences with him and you and the rest of your family for anything in the world. It's like you said: for busty, beautiful, submissive women like us, frequent frustration and humiliation is our fate. It's our lot in life. Men like Alan attract women like us just like bees to honey, so we never get enough, not like women in 'normal' relationships do. You and I, we're either fully tamed by him, or most of the way there. Agreed?"

Susan nodded slightly.

Brenda spoke passionately, "So it's time for you to look at anal sex in that light. It's not an 'obligation' to be endured resentfully, but rather a privilege to be blessed with, so it should be enjoyed fully!"

Suddenly, Brenda eyed her critically before frowning disgustedly, "Don't just stand there!"

Susan realized that she was simply standing there, with her arms by her side, ever since Brenda had told her to stand up. But she didn't know what she was supposed to do. It didn't help that Brenda was also just standing still in front of her. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I don't want to hear your grousing about anal sex. Sure, some complaining is okay, and even good, because a naturally dominant man like Alan knows how to push our buttons, and that means often taking us out of our comfort zones. Don't fight the fact that he's going to take your ass and fill it with his cock, and then cum in you! That's not a mere possibility; that's a fact!"

Susan was still having trouble accepting that; her qualms about anal sex ran very deep indeed. So, not wanting to directly deal with Brenda's words, she asked, "By the way, why are you having us both stand like this?"

"Oh yeah." Brenda had gotten so carried away with her impassioned plea that she'd momentarily forgotten her intentions. "Because I want to do to you what Suzanne did to me earlier. That was extremely therapeutic for me. Admittedly, I'm not like Suzanne. In fact, I'm the opposite. But I do have a very good memory, so I can kind of pretend by repeating her words to you."

Brenda mimicked Suzanne with an unusually authoritative tone of voice. She growled, as she directly repeated Suzanne's earlier words, "'Arms pinned behind your back! Wrists crossed. Head bowed down. Legs spread wider. Tits thrust out.'"

Susan immediately complied. She remembered seeing Brenda in the exact same stance, and she did her best to imitate her.

However, Brenda was disappointed, because she got the impression that Susan was just going through the motions. So she said, in her own very heartfelt words, "Don't just do it, BE it! That's not just a pose, that's a way of life! The life of SUBMISSION to your son, the life of gladly serving his cock, many times a day! Look, I know that if I were Alan or even Suzanne, you'd react differently, and with more gusto. I'm sorry I can't be them. But think about what I'm saying: it's not just a pose, it's a way of life. Think about that. And think about Alan standing in the room, watching you."

Susan remembered the pivotal advice that Alan had given her two weeks earlier, and she repeated it in her head: "Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your big tits high in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed of." She suddenly changed in a way that was hard to define. Her pose didn't really change at all, since her chest was already thrust forward, but somehow she was suddenly much sexier, because she was feeling it now. Being told to imagine Alan watching made all the difference.