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He didn't realize it, but "master" and "slave" had become the two very most arousing words for her, so his word choice was extremely fortunate.

The idea of being taken as a slave excited Brenda tremendously. Combined with the thrust of his seemingly unstoppable stiff cock, it seemed her body turned to mush as she trembled and shook with an overpowering climax that had no end. She was so giddy that she had to fight to hold herself together mentally.

HOLY FUCK! UNNNGH! Just LOOK at that! He's shoving that fucking cock-monster into me, splitting me in two! That snake! That god-damned ANACONDA! HNNNNG! SO GOOOOOD! Oh, MASTER! Master, Master, Master! I'm your SLAVE! The happiest slave! UNH! Fuck your slave to your heart's content!

Alan thought back to a similar fuck he'd had with Glory. He recalled that instead of giving his sexy teacher space to recover from her intense multiple orgasm, he had just fucked her harder, and in the end she'd loved it. So he was determined to do the same with Brenda.

First, though, he paused to enjoy the sensation of being fully impaled in her. Aaaah! I love all the cocksucking and titfucking and such, but nothing beats a tight cunt for sheer pleasure! And Brenda's got a nice, tight one! He wiggled his boner around some to get a better feel for her while remaining deeply sheathed.

She could scarcely breathe. Each little wiggle or movement he made was driving her out of her mind. And he hadn't even started thrusting in earnest yet! She seemed on the verge of hyperventilating as she tried to catch up and recover.

Then he pulled back and thrust all the way in.

She screamed like a wounded hyena. Her back arched like a bow and she clutched at the sheets so tightly she nearly tore them. "AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!" She had another big climax, just from feeling him fill her again.

Alan was relentless. He would have liked to just luxuriate in the feel of his erection sheathed in her pussy some more, but he didn't want to let her catch her breath. He kept pounding into her at a fast pace.

"I'm not just going to fuck you," he said in the most calm and commanding voice she had ever heard him use, even while his cock frantically hammered her and his balls slapped wildly. "I'm going to split you in two! You're gonna die of pleasure. I'm gonna practically fuck you to death!" He said this as though he were simply announcing an established fact and her death by fucking was a foregone conclusion.

Then he backed up his words with action. He picked the pace up another notch and drilled into her like he really was trying to force his way right through her body.

Brenda had never been fucked like this before. She'd been married twice, but both times had been to men who were good with money and not so good in bed. Plus, she'd never desired either of them nearly as much as she lusted for Alan now. She would have loved being fucked by him even if he was terrible at it, just because of how she'd built him up in her mind. The fact that he was actually very good at fucking her was almost too wonderful for her to handle.

There was a knock on the door. "Sweetie? Brenda? I heard some screaming. Is everything okay in there?"

Alan had to pause in his thrusting and laugh. He said, "Come in, Mom. You know you're just curious. Come take a look."

Brenda felt another orgasm hit her. YES! Oh, yes! I was just thinking that the only thing that could make this better was if Susan and Suzanne were holding my hands. Especially Susan! She's become my new best friend. Just having her here will be perfect. She needs to witness this and tell me I'm not dreaming!

Susan opened the door. "I'm so sorry. I guess I'm just too nosy." Indeed, Susan had heard the screams when Alan first thrust deep into Brenda. Even though she was sleepy, curiosity won out and she'd managed to get upstairs. She'd gone down to her bedroom first. After noticing that Suzanne must have showered and gone home, she'd changed into a see-through nightie and picked up a camera. Then she'd gone back down the hall to Alan's bedroom.

She took a good look around the room and then squealed "Oh my!" as she confirmed her hopes that Alan was balls-deep in Brenda. She quickly walked to the side of his bed, both so he could appreciate her sexy nightie and so she could get a better look. She knelt by the side of the bed and took Brenda's hand.

Brenda stared at Susan with love and appreciation. "You're here for me!" She held out her hand.

Susan squeezed her hand supportively. "Of course. We big-titted mommies have to stick together. Tiger is fucking you!"

Brenda chuckled. She said with wry understatement, "I noticed!" At the same time, her heart was soaring. "We big-titted mommies have to stick together." That's so true! I love that I'm part of a team. A cock-pleasuring harem! She squeezed Alan's hard-on with her pussy walls as tightly as she could. A cock-loving team, totally devoted to serving our master!

Alan had paused in his fuck rhythm due to Susan's arrival, but he didn't want to give Brenda any respite. So he resumed fucking her. It wasn't as fast as before, but it was deep and steady.

Susan just stood there, staring at Alan's cock sliding in and out with unabashed longing. After a long pause, she asked Brenda, "How is it?"

"You know how it is! Soooooo great! Incredible! Everything I hoped for... and MORE! Master has just started thrusting, but he's already tamed me! He's tamed me! You see these tears of joy running down my face?!"

Susan squeezed Brenda's hand even tighter. She was secretly delighted that Brenda had used the word "master" without any objection from Alan. "Oh God! I'm so happy for you that I want to cry too. Can I take some pictures? I figured you'd want this precious moment documented forever."

"Yes, please!"

Susan lifted up the camera and started snapping away. She let go of Brenda's hand and stood up, because she wanted to get pictures from various angles and distances.

Alan kept right on thrusting. He said, "Mom, aren't you going to ask me how I'm enjoying it?"

Susan smiled as she replied, "Nope! Why should I? Brenda's a top notch fuck toy, and you're my big, powerful, sex stud son. I'm sure her cunt is tight, hot, and needy. Of course you're going to love it!" She chuckled at that.

He chuckled too, while smiling from ear to ear. Fuck, yeah! I'm having the time of my life! AGAIN!

Susan snapped a few more pictures, then said, "You know, I'd better go."

Brenda whined, reaching a hand towards her friend. "Do you have to? Please don't. I love that you're here, and not just to take pictures. Plus, I feel you're such an integral part of my taming. I want you to be here when he blasts his cum deep inside my hot cunt for the first time!"

Susan avoided taking Brenda's hand again. "That sounds so hot! But... I really have to go. If I stay any longer I'm going to want to get involved. Brenda, this is your special private time." She started to head to the door.

Brenda's body was rocking now, because Alan was starting to thrust faster. But she still managed to say to Susan, "Wait! Before you go, we were playing a role-play just now, and he was calling me 'Mommy!' I was you, and he was fucking you in his mind!"

Susan gasped lustily. "Dear God! So hot! Tiger, I love you SO MUCH! Soon, I'll be one of your fuck toys too, in every possible way! And Brenda, be strong! Remember all I told you about how to serve him and be a great sex pet."

"I will!" Brenda cried. She winced. "Oh, Susan! He's so deep inside me! It feels so divine!"

Susan bit her lip as she watched Brenda writhing around. She pictured herself in Brenda's place, and that aroused her so much that her legs nearly gave way. "I've gotta go!" She rushed out the door and closed it behind her.

Alan had slowed his thrusting down considerably for Susan's visit. But her visit, including her sexy lingerie, had inspired him and given him a second wind of sorts. He began fucking Brenda more aggressively than ever before.

A couple of minutes sold fucking fly by. Hearts were pounding and sweat was flying.

Brenda felt like she was in a fix. She discovered that she craved this overpowering, dominating style of fucking. Of course Alan was speaking metaphorically about fucking her to death, but the way her body was bucking and writhing, it seemed as if she took him literally. But that was also her problem. Her recent orgasms made her feel like her bones had turned to jelly. She felt incapable of doing much more than lying there getting royally fucked. But she didn't want to be lifeless; she wanted to impress him with her sex skills so he'd fuck her again and again.

She gathered up all her willpower, clutched his upper arms, and started subtly churning her hips. She also rhythmically squeezed her ass cheeks, hoping that would help keep her cunt feeling tight. But, frankly, there wasn't much more that she could do than that. He was in the driver's seat, and he was pounding into her long and hard. The best she could do was hang on for dear life.

A few more minutes passed. He continued to pound her hard and deep. He was feeling on top of his game. He loved the fact that he was fucking Brenda, one of the most beautiful and sexual women he could imagine. But he was fucking at a fast and relentless pace. He loved how that caused her huge tits to rhythmically bounce on her chest. And looking at her stunning face, flushed and daze, was a great thrill. So was hearing her erotic moaning, as well as smelling her lust.The source of this content is novelenglish.net . fire(.)nᴇt

He was so aroused by so many things that he felt he could fuck her forever. Plus, whenever even all that wasn't enough and he started to tire, all he had to do was think that he was fucking Susan instead, and it was like an electric jolt spurring him on.

Yet somehow, despite it all, he still didn't cum. The strategic break he'd managed to take before starting the fucking was paying off.

Brenda was wracked by another multiple orgasm. That seemed to drain whatever energy and willpower she had left. She wondered if she could even manage to simply keep getting enough oxygen, or if she might pass out mid-fuck. She cried out, "Stop! Stop! I can't take it! Too much! Master! Please!" Her small, soft arms pounded on his muscular chest, but to no avail.

Alan remembered his mother's advice to not take no for an answer, and he was putting that advice into practice. It really does seem like I'm fucking her to death! She sure carries on. Maybe I should give her a short break after all? Nah. I gotta remember how well things worked when I did this to Glory. It sounds like she's suffering, but I'm sure she can deal with it. As long as she can keep breathing. He felt somewhat worried about the way she was desperately gasping for air, but he kept right on pounding.

Brenda felt as if she was in a state of permanent orgasm. The euphoria that lasts for just a second or at most a few seconds at the height of climax for most people now seemed to be a continuous state for her that would never end. She felt transported, as if time stopped and she was able to live an hour in each and every second. She thought to herself, I can't take it! This is too much! So good, but too intense! Can't breathe! Stop!

In the back of her mind, she realized that the only way she could bring this too-wonderful-to-be-endured experience to an end was if she could get him to cum. That conclusion caused her to find new energy. Her hips bucked upwards, lifting her butt completely off the bed. Even though she was still far gone and continually climaxing and gushing like a broken dam, she frantically rotated her hips and squeezed her vaginal muscles with all her might. It was like a desperate last gasp for survival, to get him to cum before he truly fucked her to unconsciousness, or even to death.

He had been up on her, as if doing push-ups over her. But she reached up, grabbed him, and pulled him down. Taken by surprise, he let her roll over on top of him.

The situation radically changed, now that she was riding him cowgirl style. She was still riding a wave of energy, and she saw this as a chance to prove her worth as a high-quality sex pet.

As intently as he was fucking her, now she seemed determined to fuck back with even more energy. She slammed her hips up and down as if she was the dominant master. Her timing was excellent; her hips and his moved like one well-oiled machine. Their mutual thrusts doubled the exquisite feeling they both were getting. She cried out through gritted teeth, managing one word with each thrust, "SLAVE ... MUST ... MAKE ... MASTER ... CUM!"

Then she simply started yelling "CUM!" with each thrust, trying to force the cum out of him every way she knew. She did her best to grind her tits into his face as she rode him. "CUM! ... CUM! ... CUM! CUM! ... CUM! ... CUM! ... Fucking CUM already!" On and on it went.

Not surprisingly, the more she implored him to cum, the more he resisted. It was a battle of wills. He felt he couldn't lose, if he was going to maintain his domination over her.

A couple of minutes later, she suddenly ran out of energy. She fell forward, so her face was right in his. She gave him a wild and impish smile from very close up, making him smile back. Gaawwwd! He STILL hasn't cum, despite all my best efforts! Fuuuuck! He truly is worthy of being my master, our master. At this rate, he might not cum all night!

He was needing a short rest too, since he'd been fucking her hard and fast for five minutes straight.

But she wasn't done, by any means. She felt better lying on top of him, and with his cock relatively still for now, she started letting her hips do most of the work. She rotated and gyrated her hips this way and that, determined to constantly surprise him and prove her worth. She did her best to rub her soft tits into his chest enticingly, which wasn't hard since her body was writhing around in so many different directions already that her slippery tits slid all over his skin. Some moments she rose up so she could bounce up and down on his prick forcefully, and at other moments she came crashing back down onto him, mashing his chest with her fluffy melons.

Then her energy ebbed and his picked up. Suddenly, he was in the lead again, drilling her hard and fast with renewed purpose.

She kept on cumming. She hadn't been ready for that. She moaned, "No! Too much!" She even punched his chest some more. But she kept on cumming on his stiff cock, again and again. And no matter what she did or what position she took, he kept up a rapid but powerful thrust, just like an oil derrick pumping up and down at the same pace for days, never stopping. He was feeling truly inspired.

She was still trying hard to get him to cum, but she didn't have much energy for anything anymore. She felt completely helpless and dominated. She realized there was no way she was going to make him cum, and all she could do was take it and hope that he'd cum soon, before she went completely crazy. She kept on screaming things like: "CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM, DAMMIT! CUM!" in the hopes that could help. Her desperation reached such a fever pitch that her screams filled the whole house.

The cries would have disturbed Susan and Katherine's sleep, had they been asleep. But Susan had gone back downstairs, and she was watching Katherine with Amy and the tied-up Xania. Susan had just told the others what was going on upstairs, as if Brenda's screams hadn't made it obvious enough already, and that had gotten the others re energized. Brenda's continued screaming, faint though it was through the door and down the stairs, served as a heady aphrodisiac for them all.

Normally, Alan would have eventually cum in the face of this merciless sexy onslaught, but he took it as a personal challenge to cum in his own time, not Brenda's. He still felt he had to do his utmost to impress her and live up to all the hype, especially now that she was calling him "master." He held back with all his might using his PC muscle. He didn't thrust for a few moments, and focused all his willpower on preventing a climax.

It was a very close call. He didn't really know what he was doing, but in his desperation not to cum he squeezed the base of his shaft with his hand. It turned out that helped a great deal. He endured and then managed to recover.

After another minute or two, he resumed thrusting at a slower pace.

Brenda felt even more overwhelmed and helpless. She'd never put so much energy into a fuck as this one, but remarkable orgasms were still hitting her, one after another, and she simply couldn't take it anymore. Her privates had gone into a sensitive zone where normally she would have recoiled from all touching, but he had simply fucked right through that, and now her senses were heightened to a completely new level.

Although she was already lying on Alan, he could feel her body go limp.

She thought, I've battled to get him to cum and I've lost. Now I'm completely at his mercy! So fucking intense! I hate it and I love it too! This is what being a sex pet is all about!

She whimpered, "Please stop. Please stop. Too much... Master! ... OH GOD! AAAIIEEE!" Another intense climax wracked her whole body, interrupting her.

He had to stop thrusting for a while, because her pussy walls spasmed unpredictably, and it took all his attention to fight off the urge to cum, until her particularly powerful orgasm came to an end.

As she recovered from that, she tried to use her pussy muscles to pull him out, except that she no longer had the energy to even do that and instead she merely squeezed him in a highly delightful manner. His cock seemed welded to the insides of her pussy. She resigned herself to being fucked into unconsciousness.

He didn't want to stop now; he was almost insane with lust, and her newly obvious helplessness just excited him more. The momentary break convinced him that he could keep going for a while more without cumming, so he pushed her up into a sitting position straddling his hips with his penis still fully impaling her. Once she was sitting up, he levered his upper body up higher and found that her massive breasts were now perfectly situated in front of his face in this position.

He firmly grasped her hips, and then started to swivel them around on his deeply embedded shaft. He couldn't get much more than a fraction of a rotation going since she was practically limp everywhere except inside her vagina, which kept involuntarily clenching around his rod. He gave both of her stiff nipples a quick lick and a suck, which shot new fireworks all through her sexually overwrought body, straight down to her clit and all through her pussy.

Then he resumed thrusting as if he had never stopped, knowing that it was almost cruel to do so with her in her current, nearly delirious, horny state.

Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, "My slave doesn't know her place. I tell YOU when to cum. You got that?"

"YES!" she screamed back. "Yes, MASTER!" She really loved to use the word "master," and hearing him say "my slave" was like the fulfillment of a lifetime fantasy (although it was one she'd only consciously admitted to recently). More intense lusty feelings washed all over and through her. Her whole body felt like it was tingling and burning up. It seemed like all her nerve endings were firing off signals to her brain at once.

He kept right on fucking her, but at an even slower pace than before. He wanted to go faster, but he was tired too.

His slower pace apparently allowed her to keep her sanity, but only just. It seemed in her sex-addled brain that each thrust was taking ten minutes or more, though of course they were nowhere near that prolonged. She just babbled "Master," "fuck," and "cum" in no apparent order with each thrust. "Master, Master, cum, fuck, cum, Master, fuck, fuck, fuck, Master..."

She lay lifeless and just took the fucking, except for great shakes and twitches periodically running through her body.

Convinced that he had now "won" something of a battle of orgasmic wills, he gave up clenching his PC muscle. It was time to stop struggling and give in to pleasure. He began quickly pumping again, but that only lasted a few strokes because he'd stopped trying to hold back. His ropes immediately shot into her as he cried out in desperate release. His body demanded the fuck be seen through to the very end. All of his energy flowed out of him as he came down from a very high emotional and erotic peak.

Her head flailed around like a fish thrown into a boat, and her nipples bored into his chest so hard that it was almost painful for both of them. She was almost too exhausted to scream, but she did scream some. She also was a squirter, and squirted hard as she came.

He still rammed his stiff erection in and out with long strokes, determined to give her the finishing touches to a fucking of a lifetime. When he shot the last of his cum, he finally stopped moving.

She continued to violently writhe for some time afterwards.

Now that he had finished, it was all he could do to stay conscious. He pulled himself up and looked at her.

She'd just lost the battle to stay awake, and she appeared to be in a very deep and contented sleep. There was a large smile on her face, and her pussy was still spastically sucking at his deflating dick, although the contractions were fading away and getting farther apart as her climaxes slowly wound down.

He noticed one very strange thing; something wasn't normal about his chest. He felt around above his stomach as he pulled up from her and realized there was a surprisingly large amount of wetness there. Sitting up, a flow of white liquid poured down towards his stomach.

He thought, That Brenda. Is there any limit to how much pussy juice she can squeeze out? But then he couldn't figure out how the cum had gotten on his chest while the in-between area had remained dry.

He smelled and then tasted a bit of it. Wait! This is milk! Strangely sour milk. She came milk?! Is that possible? Is she lactating? How bizarre. And why does it taste so sour? Wait until Mom hears about this. She's going to be totally jealous!

He was oblivious that she had ejaculated/squirted too, or he would have been even more confused and amazed.

He got up and staggered his way across his room to get to the bathroom. He was so thoroughly exhausted that he could barely walk. Taking one look back at Brenda, he thought, Man alive, that was beyond great. I really did what I set out to do. I'm pretty fuckin' good at this! And that whole incest idea... I just wish it really was my mom that I'd just fucked. Susan... My Susan... Mom! He sighed.

He somehow made it to the shower and turned on the cold taps. Not only was he in great need to clean off all the cum that had collected on him, but he needed a long, bracing shower to revive his now totally exhausted body.