6TAD Chapter 1164: Brenda teasing everyone around her (Patreon)

Current Patreon Members:

Silver Tier:

William Osborne

Broze Tier:

Danial Haxton, Tangents, JustGotHit, Killstroyer, WendigosArk, Nizar Alkhalil, Cornelius P. Stranglefart, Jesse Boyer, Chriz1406, Tekkadamn!

-----------------------------------------------

Normal Update: 2 or 3 Chapter every 4 days

I also have a minimum wage daily job to feed my family so I can't update daily. Thanks for being a member here on Patreon. You are a huge help!!!

-----------------------------------------------3.5K words

Susan was extremely nervous. "Suzanne, I don't know about this." She  stood next to Suzanne and Brenda at the door of a supermarket just as it  was opening, at eight o'clock sharp. Because it was Thanksgiving, the  store was only open a few hours in the morning to cater to people who  needed to pick up a few last minute items for their Thanksgiving feasts.

Suzanne grabbed Susan's upper sleeve and gently pulled her forward into the store. "Come on. It'll be fine."

The reason Susan was nervous was because Suzanne had insisted  they do their shopping while wearing Televibe dildos. There was no good  reason for this except that Suzanne was feeling mischievous and frisky,  and she figured Alan would be occupied with Xania for most of the  morning. She thought she and Susan could combine business with pleasure,  getting their jollies while making some necessary Thanksgiving  purchases. She also wanted to continue to weaken Susan's aversion to  public exhibitionism.

Susan remained very apprehensive about doing anything sexual  while in the presence of any male other than Alan, and there was no  telling who else might be shopping when they were there. She agreed to  wear a Televibe controlled by Suzanne only if Suzanne wore one that she  could control as well.

Suzanne was intrigued by Susan's surprisingly aggressive  response, but decided that going along with it could be fun. However,  Susan firmly insisted that the two of them remain very conservatively  dressed, and Suzanne acquiesced to that too. Susan was braless as usual,  but wore a sweater over a blouse and a long dress, while Suzanne wore a  turtleneck top and blue jeans. Susan did look fairly innocuous dressed  that way, but Suzanne was incapable of turning her sexiness off and the  tightness of her turtleneck didn't help with that.

Brenda was with them mostly by luck. She happened to wake up  from where she'd been sleeping in the basement and wander upstairs at  the same time Susan and Suzanne were in Susan's kitchen double-checking  what they needed to purchase at the grocery store. Brenda was fully  coherent, though a little bleary eyed, and asked how she could be of  help.

Suzanne, mindful of Susan's protests and fears about doing  anything sexual while near other men, decided to use Brenda as a  diversion. The idea was that Susan and Suzanne would dress  conservatively and go to one section of the store while Brenda would  dress like a slut and go to another section. What horny guys there might  be in the store at that early hour would be drawn to Brenda like flies  to honey, leaving Susan and Suzanne to their Televibe games with little  to no male presence to worry about.

Brenda immediately split from the other two as soon as the  three of them entered the store. She'd had time for a quick shower  before they left, and felt very eager to play her decoy role.

As Susan walked down one of the store aisles, she gripped  Suzanne tightly. She had a slightly lost look in her eyes. "This is so  strange!"

"What?" Suzanne asked as she pushed the shopping cart and actually tried to do some shopping.

"Well, all these clothes, for one," Susan said in a  conspiratorial and low voice. "I haven't worn a sweater in who knows how  long. And I'm not even showing any cleavage whatsoever! It feels  wrong."

Suzanne pointed out as she examined the store merchandise, "But wearing a sweater was your idea."

"I know. It sounded good when I worried about lots of strange  eyes on me and I get so uneasy thinking about other men looking at my  mommaries - that's just a cute name I've been calling them lately. And  of course they belong to you-know-who, just like yours do."

Suzanne rolled her eyes. "Yes, dear."

"So I don't really regret the sweater. But now that it  actually comes down to it, I feel horribly constrained. My tits need to  be bouncing free! Better yet, I should be pushing them together while my  Tiger slides his big thing between them. Oh! And he could be suckling  on one nipple while playing with the other and my milk would gush-"

"Susan, focus. We're in a public place. And there are a lot more people than I expected here at this hour."

"Oh. Right. But don't get me started on this dress that goes  all the way down to my ankles. It's like I'm in a bad 'old Susan'  flashback. This body needs to be naked! And walking around in sneakers  feels downright odd. I need high heels! I feel so domesticated."

I think she means domestic, Suzanne thought.

Suddenly, Susan's eyes went wide. "Oh my gosh! That makes me feel SO HOT!"

Suzanne was amused, trying to figure out what had aroused Susan this time. "What?"

"That word: domesticated. It reminds me that you-know-who has  thoroughly domesticated and tamed me with his you-know-what. My pussy,  my ass, my mouth - they all exist to be filled to the brim with his  sperm. I'm helpless to resist, but I don't wanna resist! I love it!  Can't we just go back home and help Xania keep him hard and squirting?  Maybe my Tiger will feel like a double blowjob or fuck sandwich."

Suzanne just rolled her eyes again. She was happy that at  least Susan was keeping her voice down so others couldn't hear. She was  puzzled by Susan's selective censorship. For instance, Susan said  "pussy," but referred to a penis as a "you-know-what."

Susan's eyes started to glaze over as her imagination got  busy. "Or even a triple blowjob. Or, with Brenda helping, a QUADRUPLE  blowjob! Just think of the tit power in that one as the four of us all  rub our big bouncy racks into each other, jostling for position! Or he  could take turns titfucking us all! All that dick taming all that tit.  So hot! And then, once the two others wake up, the possibilities are  endless! Imagine a SEXTUPLE blowjob. Wow. Why, the very word shows how  right it is. Maybe we could have a titfucking contest. God, just  thinking about all the different ways to make him cum is making me so  HOT!"

Suzanne looked around to make sure no one overheard that  since Susan's voice was starting to rise a bit, plus Susan was  forgetting to censor herself. She was well aware that Susan got so  quickly and easily aroused that she could be recklessly careless about  who might be listening. As usual, Suzanne was forced to be the more  responsible one.

She said to Susan as she picked up a packet of pre-made salad  and put it in her cart, "Hold your horses and keep your voice down.  This shopping trip isn't all fun and games, you know. We do have some  actual shopping to do. I mean, it's Thanksgiving day and you haven't  even bought the turkey yet."

"Oh, poo," Susan pouted. She seemed to focus a bit and even  shopped for a minute or two, long enough to put a couple of items in the  shopping cart. In a happier tone, she added, "At least you didn't make  me wear a bra, even though you put one on. That would just be more than I  can take. I might as well throw all my bras out, except for the support  ones to keep my tits firm and high for my oh-so-lovable lover."

Suzanne looked around and was relieved to confirm that there  was no one near to overhear Susan's aroused ramblings. She worried that  Susan might say things to reveal her incestuous relationships. Susan had  at least promised to be careful in using real names and so far was  keeping to that. Suzanne figured that "Tiger" sounded innocuous enough,  but it was good to be watchful and careful.

Suzanne asked, "So, how's the Televibe feel?" She had bought  Televibes for all the women in the Plummer house after Alan had  explained what a hit it had been when he'd used one with Glory, and on  the way to the store she'd taken the time to demonstrate the different  settings to Susan.

"Disappointing," Susan replied. "I mean, sure, there's a  buzz, but I miss my widdle Tiger. I'd rather be cuddling with him, or  better yet, feeling his hot thing in my hands. Mmmm! God, I just love to  stroke it and feel that pre-cum soaking into everything. Oh, and then  the squish, squish, squish as you just KNOW there's all that cum in  there and it needs to come out!"

Suzanne rolled her eyes yet again. She exaggerated her  chagrined look, knowing that Susan was completely oblivious to such  expressions once she got started in on one of her Alan fantasies. But  she thought, Well, I suppose it's as good a time as any to give the Televibe a try. She changed the setting on Susan's Televibe from the lowest to one of the medium settings. Then she quickly changed it back.

"Oooh!" Susan exclaimed, just as if she'd been goosed. Her ass bucked back dramatically. "That was... interesting."

Trying to make sure Susan would get into the Televibe play,  Suzanne said, "Imagine that's your Tiger, standing right behind you here  in the store. He finds you so sexy that he can't help but pinch your  ass a little bit."

Susan liked that idea a lot. She breathed, "More! Hit me with another one, Suzanne!"

Suzanne walked right up to Susan and leaned into her ear.  "Tiger thinks you look sooooo edible. He wants to crawl underneath that  big dress of yours and lick your pussy right here in the store. Maybe no  one will notice that someone is under there. Oops, he's getting down on  his knees right now. Here he goes, bringing his face up to your hot  box." She changed the setting to "rhythmic pulse" and kept it there,  hoping that would crudely imitate the sensation of cunnilingus.

"Mmmm. MMMM!" Susan moaned as she strained not to have an  orgasm right then and there. She looked around furtively to see if  anyone else was noticing what an erotic experience she was having.  Suddenly, she stood up ramrod straight. "Uh-oh! Turn it off! Turn it  off!"

Suzanne changed the setting on her remote control back to low. "What is it?"

With a slight head nod, Susan said, "Male alert at three  o'clock. I thought Brenda was going to take care of all those beasts? Oh  wait. The guy took off already. But bad Suzanne. You need to get  punished for that." She took her Televibe remote control out of her  pocket and pointed it at Suzanne like pointing a garage door opener at a  garage. "Take that!"

Now Suzanne's eyes went big. "Whoa! What setting is that one? I like."

"I dunno. I just picked it at random. Uh-oh! Another male at  the end of the aisle AND that woman over there is coming right at us!  What are all these people doing shopping before nine o'clock in the  morning? And what happened to our decoy, Brenda? I thought she was going  to take care of all the guys."

Brenda meanwhile was positioned at the opposite end of the  store, in the fruit and vegetables section. She looked a bit like an  extremely buxom and slutty Jackie Onassis because she wore big dark  sunglasses to help protect her identity in case someone might know her.

She wore a loose shirt and a very short and low slung  miniskirt, plus very high heels. The cut down the middle of her top was  so deep that all of her cleavage was showing. There were deep cuts under  the arms as well. Given the tremendous size of her breasts, her top  alone was enough to cause a commotion. But her short miniskirt with  nothing but the barest thong underneath had the potential to cause havoc  as well.

As soon as she walked into the store, all eyes were upon her.  It was like in the movies when a gunslinger steps into a saloon and all  music comes to a halt. Her outfit, by itself, would not have been that  outrageous given that the store was near the beach and people came in  wearing all kinds of things. Both men and women were known to come in  wearing bathing suits and the store usually didn't bother to enforce its  "no shoes, no shirts, no service" policy as long as at least flip flops  were worn and all the private parts were covered.

What made Brenda stand out wasn't so much what she wore as  the sheer shock of her stunning looks and unique Brenda dimensions. She  had the body of a porn star and the big dark glasses made it seem  probable that she was a famous porn star trying to hide her identity.  With every step she took, her hips swayed and her breasts bounced and  sloshed around inside her top like she was carrying two enormous water  balloons. It was impossible not to gawk at her.

Two male employees quickly appeared at her side, asking if she needed help.

When she looked at them hungrily and said, "Oh God, yes!,"  both of them practically came in their pants. Her eyes lingered on their  crotches.

Brenda had never done this kind of thing before. She knew how  to selectively tease certain males by flaunting her big rack, but she'd  never been so blatant in such a public place for fear of drawing the  kind of crowd she was now hoping to attract. But she loved it. And she  was just getting started.

When she reached the fruits and vegetables section, with the  two employees eagerly trailing behind her, she stopped and said, "I need  some help. Which of you want to help me?"

Both of the teenage employees rushed forward, saying things  like, "Me! Oh, pick me!" Their professional demeanor was totally  forgotten.

Brenda just smiled like a seductress and said, "Okay, I'll pick both of you. We can make a threesome. Would you like that?"

Both the kids were too stunned to speak. Their minds were filled with dirty images of sexual threesomes.

So Brenda pressed on. "I want to buy some fruit, but I can  never tell the good from the bad." She looked forward and saw a display  of bananas. "For instance, bananas. How green is too green?"

She leaned forward to pick up a bunch of semi-ripe bananas  and all hell broke loose. A crowd of about six males had been forming  behind her. (In fact, these were all the male customers who had happened  to notice her since she'd entered the store.)

Meanwhile, the two employees stood in front of her right next  to the banana display. When she bent forward dramatically, her shirt  billowed out, exposing nearly all of her dangling breasts to the two  employees. In back, her miniskirt rode up, exposing all of her ass to  the crowd behind her, which also gave them a good look between her legs  at her pussy.

One of the employees, a typical gangly and pimple-faced teen,  brought his hands to his loins and made a strange "Urp" sound. Then his  eyes went wide and he shuffled off, still clutching his groin with both  hands.

Brenda had a hard time not laughing. Oopsies! Looks like  someone here has a quick trigger. He came already! Oooh, that was fun!  Wouldn't it be great to get all of these guys to cum in their pants? But  I suppose I'd better tone it down some. I'm going much too fast.

However, she was like a train out of control; she was having  too much fun to stop or even slow down. She sauntered to another fruit  display, swaying her hips ostentatiously. It seemed like her body was  moving more side to side that it was going forward.

Her crowd of admirers followed behind, tongues hanging out.  She spent the next few minutes wandering from here to there, pretending  to buy fruit. However, it was all just a ruse for her to continually  bend, stretch, and preen, and everyone knew it. She didn't even have a  basket to put anything she might buy into.

Time and time again, she pretended to drop something (even  though she had nothing to drop). She would make a great show of this,  verbally as well as visually. She'd say things like, "Oh no! Not AGAIN!  Clumsy me. Oh no, and look! All these naughty boys are looking at my  bum. I'd better try to cover up my most private spot before anyone gets  the wrong idea."

She had a feeling she was going too far, far beyond what  Suzanne had told her to do. But she was having so much fun that she  found herself getting swept away in the moment. She loved hearing the  cheers whenever she did the next outrageous thing.

Then she came to the watermelon bin. "Ooh! Watermelons! My  favorite. But they're so hard to pick out. Does anyone here know how to  pick out a good watermelon? I hear you have to feel them to know the  good ones." She held up a watermelon in front of her chest. "Is there  anyone who wants to feel my melons?"

The men responded with lots of hoots and hollers (though they  were a bit muted as most of them realized it wouldn't be wise to draw  attention and have security break up their fun).

Several eyes went to the remaining gangly employee, since he presumably really did know something about picking watermelons.

He stepped forward, but he was visibly shaking with  nervousness. Obviously he had little experience with women, and the  crowd was further rattling him. But he put on a brave face and said,  "Uh, you've got to, uh, knock on them." He walked forward and gently  tapped on the watermelon she held.

But one man in the crowd, a bit larger and older than the  teen, grew impatient with his timid assistance. He stepped forward.  "Here. Let me help. Lady, I'll feel your melons." He reached out and put  a hand on the watermelon she was holding. But instead of tapping on it,  he caressed it lovingly. "Now that's how you treat a lady's melon!"

The crowd, which had meanwhile picked up a couple more men  (in fact, nearly all the men in the store not working cash registers or  with their wives), again hooted heartily, with lots of high-fives.

Encouraged, he added, "But don't pick this melon. It's not  good." He took the melon out of her hands and put it back with the  others while the employee stood by, gaping in amazement.

Then, smiling with disarming charm, he said, "The best melons  are soft. Like, oh, these two big ones right here." He reached out as  if to grab hold of her breasts. However, he chickened out at the last  moment.

Again, the crowd erupted into cheers and whistles, even louder this time.

Brenda found herself blushing. She thought, Uh-oh! This guy is really aggressive. I can't let things get out of control. I have to save myself for my son and my master!

---------